Well guys, forgive me for seeming a bit pushy (my family hates me, lol), but at times I get a little passionate about things (might be hypertension - might be "Manipause", not quite sure).
The point is that I have a deep seated fear of all of the content I've worked hard to both collect, and create, suddenly turning into fossilized dinosaur poo. I'm a poor boy ( a combination of a lack of ambition, and being fughly, lol) - so I can't pop down a 250 clams while trying to stay in the black (these ain't the Clinton years), let alone another 500 smackers to restock my stock.
Now I will peacefully conclude my time on this thread because I'm sarting to disgust myself with the "dove with a wounded wing / boo hoo hoo" tantrum. Peace to you all - and nice talkin to ya!