Hi again GN. As you may have picked up by now, my computer skills are, shall we say, poor. A 2 minute face to face conversation, translates into a 20-30 minute "qwerty" slam-dunk, where I feel the need to reach out...to the liquor cabinet.
I have this unnerving feeling that if I tried to PM you, I'd end up orbiting somewhere out there in cyberspace, never to be seen again. It's interesting to note that none of the people who responded to this post when it was started some 16 or so months ago, have responded since I re-invigorated it a week or so ago. I'm sure it's been seen by many people, and I'm willing to bet the farm that there's an army of talented, inventive people out who would give their right arms to have a project to sink their, um, left arms(?!), into. Now, where's that damn cabinet key? cheers,
