Dave - I think it has something to do with phases of the moon. Seems to be a regular cycle around here. When I was a newbie, it bothered me too, then I got the hang of it and discovered that it is really good therapy. Here's how it goes. DAZ periodically makes announcements about it's products and policies. Normally we read them and say nothing because we agree with their wish to protect their products, and because we are mostly all good Dazbees. Then (usually on a Friday about the time DAZ closes for the evening)the FEVER hits. All of a sudden, something fairly reasonable starts sounding like fishy-monkey-business to us. We fear that our livelyhoods, families and reputations are being threatened by "ThePowersThatBe". We rant. We rave. We beat our chests. We make silly fools of ourselves and blow up every statement to gigantic proportions and exaggerate them to the point that they have nothing to do with the original topic. We weave about each other, sparring with words and unseen gestures in this ritual dance throughout the night. Sometimes this goes on all weekend. But by dawn on Monday we are exhausted, having spent our venom that has built up for who-knows-what reason over the past month or so. But we are relieved... refreshed... almost invigorated. And when DAZ arrives at work we greet them with "Good Mrning, sirs", "Did you have a nice weekend, sirs?", "How can we serve you today, sirs?". And all the furror of the previous fever seems to be forgotten by all but a few who got scorched by the flames. But it was really their own fault for dancing too close to the fire.