Computer crashed 3 times today while I was trying to scan some old magazine pics (and unless you plan on giving me the money for a MAC, I don't wanna hear nothing from you MACfreaks), and I am now irritated and grumpy. Not to meantion this mess of magazines strewn all over the pornroom (aka bedroom), all out of any sort of order they might have been in before I started the search for anything decent of Peter Fisk. Alas, nothing of his beautiful tattooed forearms. And now having spent all that time in old In Touch magazines, I am craving some of the tacky tee-shirts they were hawking. But I lost the scans for them! GRRRRRRR!