In response to "lurkerdom" present or in the future, before any other sleepy-eyed Fafnirs stick the head out of their lairs breathing the fires of exegesis permit me to wield my pen in self-defense, parry my parody, and deprecate my doggerel. The land's at its spring And day's at the mourn; No one's a novice; This List's no fun; The flag's on its wing; The snailmail's got porn; Greenspan's in office Tennyson, anyone? CDM