Cool. Just felt a little beleagured upon my return. I might play around at being dangerous, but only rarely do I actually do something that actually might be potentially life threatening - you know, the policy of "if it probably won't kill me, I'll try it once". It is a touchy subject, hopefully for everyone. For instance, I hate it when my dad pops open beers as we go barelling down the country roads. He won't let me drive the truck while he drinks (apparently vaginas render one incapable of driving any vehicle larger than a Volkswagen) so I have to sit there pissing myself until we get where we're going. I grew up this way, but it still scares me half to death.