how_the_fun_escapes crOwl you had to park across the road because our driveway is solid ice. when we heard the barking of dogs, a knowledgeable tone, we knew it was you. carefully picking your way up in the crusted snow, the new incubus cd you brought for us to listen to slipped out of your hands and slid all the way down like a little sled for mice to ride. 040206 what's it to you? who go blather from