drive_on stork daddy the only thing that keeps me alive is how silly life is. all of the parts of life are variously serious, sad, happy, or silly. but at the end...like one of those mosaic pictures that has a larger picture composed of a mosaic of smaller pictures...utter nonsense emerges. it's like you can take marie curie, vlad the impaler, karl rove, norman mailer, ruth bader ginsberg...and when you put them all together, from afar it's the foot coming down at the beginning of monty python's flying circus 050717 what's it to you? who go blather from