Flies, Flies, chill out. It's gonna be okay. Promise.
You ask: "Jeez, I don't know how you other people at this forum put up with this" (referring to Whatever's cluelessness, I think).
First, I imagine whoopin' up some killer grub ... the whole nine yards kinda spread ... and havin' to do it while someone who cannot boil an egg without a recipe looks over my shoulder and asks me how to replicate this or that dish.
If that doesn't put me in the right frame of mind, I imagine I'm talkin' to Billy Fred Norton down at the local used tire exchange. He's the dude in the greasy overhalls with two good teeth and a great deal of pride at being the first in his clan to marry outside the immediate family.
Peace.
edit: On second thought, what JonF said in Message 78 is a much better way to handle it, Flies. Phooowhoosh.
[This message has been edited by Abshalom, 01-23-2004]
[This message has been edited by Abshalom, 01-23-2004]