Someone recently suggested in the chatroom that my middle finger was bandaged because you bit me when I flipped you off.I have no need of rubber, that I can think of. What is with you, exactly? Between the Derby, architects (who are troubled), people saying my son is gay when he isn't, and peculiar reactions to Brokeback Mountain--oh yes, and being told I shouldn't post cards that I just auctioned off last Sunday morning--and a few other things which shall remain nameless,I'm practically at a loss for words...