Okay, off topic, but still....... Some years ago, I lived in SF and was a member of a motorcycle club called the Barbary Coasters. We were a fun group, and on occasion we'd have "movie nights", which was usually an excuse to rent some S/M or leather-oriented porno flick and have a few laughs before heading out to the bars. Okay, so on this one particular night, Steve (my now long-gone mate -- RIP, buddy) and I shared one highly excellent joint before heading out to "movie night". By the time we arrived at the host's loft, we were quite thoroughly and pleasantly stoned. So the movie starts. Black screen. Pretentious voice over: "I am the artist. You are the canvas, Together we paint... (and titles up at this point) THE BLACK CANVAS." Then underneath, in this terribly elegant script: "The Dungeons of Europe" -- at which point Steve looks up and giggled, "Oh #@&%$! It's a &%#@(&#; travelogue!" -- which, of course, set both us screaming with laughter as everyone is watching this oh so serious s/m film. We were, natch, thrown out. But to this day, any variation on that phrase causes me to giggle. Thanks, Cin-, for the memory..... =)