The title of this blog is in fun. At this particular junction in my life, nothing makes me merrier than the demise of a marriage of the beautiful folk. Today, Scarlett Johannsen and Ryan Reynolds announced that they are planning to divorce.
Granted, there is less acrimony (at least in the press) in their separation than there is in mine (thankfully not in the press) but it shows that those of us not fortunate enough to succeed at matrimony that others, thankfully high-profile others, will also have a difficult time making marriage work.
I think the reason is simple: one goes through the dating phase, where you're feeling out the other person, wanting to be with them regularly, ignoring any warning signs (such as in-laws, which I speak from experience), and dismissing whatever sordid pasts one might have had. When I moved to Wisconsin, a mutual friend took me around downtown and cheerfully identified the random spots where my soon-to-be-ex had either disrobed, made a drunken fool of herself, doinked in a public venue, etc. It should have been eye-opening, at the least, but at the time it was charming in a way. Here was a person who had enjoyed her years in some random town and had a personal Freedom Trail to prove it. I've got mine back in Boston, of course, and thank the mighty Lord (again, from an agnostic) there weren't digital cameras or smartphones to document my various indiscreet misdeeds.
Then there is the wedding itself, which I don't remember much of, not because I had too much to drink, but that it was a blur of tuxedo activity and napkin-color decisions. And then there's post honeymoon, where you still coo at each other, and are excited for life for the next 50 years. At this point, ones' couple friends are so happy to have you in the club that there is stuff to do constantly.
Alas, as things went south the past couple of years, things you notice your spouse do and/or have begun to become more significantly irritating, annoying, or downright disturbing. And lest I not judge others, I'm to blame for a great majority of problems. One does not throw stones at plexiglass houses, or something of that irk. But the little idiosyncrasies do add up, and while it's typically on a mutual basis, one does wonder if one of the other fish in the sea may have been preferable to reel up. Unfortunately, yours truly plead ignorance and went off and spawned two wonderful and beautiful children, so I have a lot more splainin' to do than others who recognize, like Scar and Ryan, that things may have been better had we severed the ties earlier as opposed to later.
We live and learn from this. And such, personally, I've come to the terms that all I need is someone to make me laugh, inspire me to do stuff, hopefully love my children, a good roll-in-the-sack quantification, and share the years of life. No more pedestals, peeps -- none of us deserve them. Not politicians, not sports idols, not movie icons, and definitely not an insurance peddler. I probably will still stand agape at other people's peccadillos, but I've matured and have come to terms that it's best to ignore, and not bicker.
Bless Scar and Ryan for their ridiculous chests, abdomens, and other anatomical features. They're also decent actors, so I'll watch them in a film if it interests me. But part of me is also glad that the glamorous can reach a point of no return. It's not just us wee peasants. Best of luck to them both, and they can feel free to help me with my legal payments if they like this.
Cheers,
JD
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Good Meeting!
Had one of the stranger meetings today via phone with one of our agencies. Things pretty much bounced around like a ping-pong ball during an inebriated pick-up game, but actually we came out with some good ideas and feasible concepts that will help the company in 2011. Won't bore you with details, but we'll be alive and kicking in Q1 with some cool growth-initiated advertising.
I do want to thank our leadership (no names here, unless they're named Ian Chalgren, and then all bets are off) for providing excellent guidance on the topic of how important it is to lead as opposed to react. They are wonderful people with great minds who provide real ideas for our team. Yes, my nose is slightly brown, but things wash off.
You five followers know that I gnash about my work -- there's seemingly no rhyme or reason as to what we work on, and that we're subject to what our sales force or product lines make us do. Chances are, the requests have been preempted by higher-ups and not been vetted to decide the warranty of whether the request is necessary or not. I understand corporate politics, but it doesn't mean I should agree or disagree with the direction. Dude, let's empower ourselves.
Back to the meeting! We got great direction to advise our corporate creative agency to act. And that is the key word: act. Not react, not advise, not hem-and-haw about what sister agency told them what, but listen to us and follow our direction and produce the assets we want to give to consumers. This is cool. We got some power now, and we'll make use of it.
I'll go back to posting about my idiotic fumblings and what'all shortly. In the meantime, I do truly feel we as an organization are on a good path and look forward to 2011 and getting more cool stuff out there for our consumers.Enough about work, and once Justin Bieber falls off the wagon I'll have some more inappropriate postings.
Now, who wants to get naked and chat about Tom Brady's stubble? Don't deny you're not impressed. Gisele, your input is needed.
Cheers,
JD
I do want to thank our leadership (no names here, unless they're named Ian Chalgren, and then all bets are off) for providing excellent guidance on the topic of how important it is to lead as opposed to react. They are wonderful people with great minds who provide real ideas for our team. Yes, my nose is slightly brown, but things wash off.
You five followers know that I gnash about my work -- there's seemingly no rhyme or reason as to what we work on, and that we're subject to what our sales force or product lines make us do. Chances are, the requests have been preempted by higher-ups and not been vetted to decide the warranty of whether the request is necessary or not. I understand corporate politics, but it doesn't mean I should agree or disagree with the direction. Dude, let's empower ourselves.
Back to the meeting! We got great direction to advise our corporate creative agency to act. And that is the key word: act. Not react, not advise, not hem-and-haw about what sister agency told them what, but listen to us and follow our direction and produce the assets we want to give to consumers. This is cool. We got some power now, and we'll make use of it.
I'll go back to posting about my idiotic fumblings and what'all shortly. In the meantime, I do truly feel we as an organization are on a good path and look forward to 2011 and getting more cool stuff out there for our consumers.Enough about work, and once Justin Bieber falls off the wagon I'll have some more inappropriate postings.
Now, who wants to get naked and chat about Tom Brady's stubble? Don't deny you're not impressed. Gisele, your input is needed.
Cheers,
JD
Monday, December 13, 2010
Jeremy and Nudity
The funny thing is that I took my shirt off last Friday evening at Shannon's Christmas party. There was no rhyme or reason for this, and I was stone-cold sober, but I was hot and thought I had a t-shirt underneath. By the time I realized that I was butt-assed naked and exposed for the suddenly silent crowd, I whimpered "thought I had a t-shirt on" while their drinks spoiled. Should have done another twenty-five sit-ups that day.
I've done this before. And, not because I have a good body. Many will say I need to hit the gym more, and I cannot argue with them. Sitting here writing this feeble blog I have on a sweatshirt, long undies, boxers under them, wool socks and mukluks.
I simply take clothes off at regular times. My daughter does this, too. Apparently, we're happier when naked. Not to belabor the point, but I bet most people are. I once told a joke in front of, maybe, 10 - 12 co-workers, including senior management folks, whilst having a pencil stick out of my ass. Ain't pretty, but that pencil rammed home made a point (pun intended) that I wouldn't be able to make when properly dressed. I don't remember the punchline, but chances are my former co-workers don't either.
There's too much concern over the human body. If you know me, I'm a movie buff (again, ha ha, no pun intended) so I've seen the wonderously naked form in many shapes and sizes. They all look good to me. Things are different when the lights are turned out and our insecurities are left unnoticed. And, I'll argue, they're better because we get to wake up the next morning and take a closer look. Look, we're all absolutely ridiculous, with things hanging here and there, hair hither and yon, sags where they shouldn't be and so forth.
See, there was a big bally-who when Dan Radcliffe (Harry Potter) appeared nude in Equus, one of the greatest plays of all time. Look, I like Harry and his wand (when pointed at Draco, but no, that sounds bad) but who cares? The man is an actor, and to take on one of the most challenging roles in theatre when trying to shed his image as the most iconic characters in literary I would say is inspiring.
I'm not feeling well today, so this post will be short and sweet, but I do query y'all: what do you consider to be taboo and not taboo? I've taken the shirt off, so to speak, so feel free to comment. Nothing taboo here: politics, local news, sports, sex, entertainment -- they're all on the table.
Cheers.
JD
I've done this before. And, not because I have a good body. Many will say I need to hit the gym more, and I cannot argue with them. Sitting here writing this feeble blog I have on a sweatshirt, long undies, boxers under them, wool socks and mukluks.
I simply take clothes off at regular times. My daughter does this, too. Apparently, we're happier when naked. Not to belabor the point, but I bet most people are. I once told a joke in front of, maybe, 10 - 12 co-workers, including senior management folks, whilst having a pencil stick out of my ass. Ain't pretty, but that pencil rammed home made a point (pun intended) that I wouldn't be able to make when properly dressed. I don't remember the punchline, but chances are my former co-workers don't either.
There's too much concern over the human body. If you know me, I'm a movie buff (again, ha ha, no pun intended) so I've seen the wonderously naked form in many shapes and sizes. They all look good to me. Things are different when the lights are turned out and our insecurities are left unnoticed. And, I'll argue, they're better because we get to wake up the next morning and take a closer look. Look, we're all absolutely ridiculous, with things hanging here and there, hair hither and yon, sags where they shouldn't be and so forth.
See, there was a big bally-who when Dan Radcliffe (Harry Potter) appeared nude in Equus, one of the greatest plays of all time. Look, I like Harry and his wand (when pointed at Draco, but no, that sounds bad) but who cares? The man is an actor, and to take on one of the most challenging roles in theatre when trying to shed his image as the most iconic characters in literary I would say is inspiring.
I'm not feeling well today, so this post will be short and sweet, but I do query y'all: what do you consider to be taboo and not taboo? I've taken the shirt off, so to speak, so feel free to comment. Nothing taboo here: politics, local news, sports, sex, entertainment -- they're all on the table.
Cheers.
JD
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Dapper Don Draper
I had an interview on Wednesday, so I uncorked the lightly-patterned, clean white shirt fresh off the rack from our local dry cleaner, coupled with fresh, pleated dress pants and pseudo-wingtips. Side note: am I the only one who likes the smell of a dry cleaner? It is definitely in my top 10 smells, 1 - 4 I won't discuss (although a splish of perfume helps mightily) but in no particular order, I also enjoy pizza places, haircutters, furniture stores, and bookstores when they're not in uber-holiday selling mode. Makes me happy. Ironically, I don't enjoy the smell of any stadium (even though I am a fanatic sports nut), movie theaters (ditto to above, but hate the sticky floors, uncomfortable seats and $100 popcorn), and fast food restaurants (while admitting I've eaten more than my share of Big Macs).
Just found it amusing that everyone I ran into that day said "Wow, you look great! Is it an interview or did someone die?" Did I show up to work in a wife-beater, 5-day stubble and certain zippers and/or buttons not completely finalized? And, what if somebody died??? Strangely awkward, at the least...
My style is minimalist, I like a lot of interchangible solid colors on top with the standard khaki/black/blue/gray slacks on bottom. Here's hoping I'm not scaring the local children or having random parents Google me to see where I live because I prefer the J.Crew look.
My friend has also gotten me hooked into "Mad Men," the AMC drama focused on an exec named Don Draper at a NYC ad agency during the '60s. Now he's a snappy dresser, and what hair! (Editor's note, second only to one T. Brady of Quincy, MA).
Now that the surname Draper has become linked to being an adman who indulges in heavy drinking, smoking Luckies, and knocking boots with every feminine person that has use of their limbs, I'm struggling to see if I should notch up my personal style.
Honestly, I'm torn. I got a couple more pressed white collar dress shirts in the closet, and we all know that slacks can go a couple of days until they stick to the floor. So that option is available!
I'm also a religious man for hair gel, but that's 'cuz my coif tends to go about it on a non-gel day in either a Harry Potter spiky fashion, or a Ringo Starr so-limp-it-needs-Cialis mode.
Or, stick to the salt-of-the-earth neutral tones and sensible shoes. And yes, Shannon, black shoes go with everything. I spent a good 1/2 hour researching this.
So, peeps -- whaddya think? White collar or slacker-cool?
If we were in Chicago, it's a no-brainer. Hipster pants (ironic for one with no hips nor ass, so the solution is hazy) and random t-shirts celebrating minor celebrities from sitcoms we remember, but have not gotten better over the years. I'd still pick Fish from "Taxi." Great character, not so much a great show today, but the shirt would be wicked cool!
Cheers.
JD
Just found it amusing that everyone I ran into that day said "Wow, you look great! Is it an interview or did someone die?" Did I show up to work in a wife-beater, 5-day stubble and certain zippers and/or buttons not completely finalized? And, what if somebody died??? Strangely awkward, at the least...
My style is minimalist, I like a lot of interchangible solid colors on top with the standard khaki/black/blue/gray slacks on bottom. Here's hoping I'm not scaring the local children or having random parents Google me to see where I live because I prefer the J.Crew look.
My friend has also gotten me hooked into "Mad Men," the AMC drama focused on an exec named Don Draper at a NYC ad agency during the '60s. Now he's a snappy dresser, and what hair! (Editor's note, second only to one T. Brady of Quincy, MA).
Now that the surname Draper has become linked to being an adman who indulges in heavy drinking, smoking Luckies, and knocking boots with every feminine person that has use of their limbs, I'm struggling to see if I should notch up my personal style.
Honestly, I'm torn. I got a couple more pressed white collar dress shirts in the closet, and we all know that slacks can go a couple of days until they stick to the floor. So that option is available!
I'm also a religious man for hair gel, but that's 'cuz my coif tends to go about it on a non-gel day in either a Harry Potter spiky fashion, or a Ringo Starr so-limp-it-needs-Cialis mode.
Or, stick to the salt-of-the-earth neutral tones and sensible shoes. And yes, Shannon, black shoes go with everything. I spent a good 1/2 hour researching this.
So, peeps -- whaddya think? White collar or slacker-cool?
If we were in Chicago, it's a no-brainer. Hipster pants (ironic for one with no hips nor ass, so the solution is hazy) and random t-shirts celebrating minor celebrities from sitcoms we remember, but have not gotten better over the years. I'd still pick Fish from "Taxi." Great character, not so much a great show today, but the shirt would be wicked cool!
Cheers.
JD
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Where for art thou, hippity-hop?
This is another example of the drivel that percolates in my head: what happened to the hippity-hop and why haven't adults adopted it as a necessary apparatus for daily life?
Bear with me here. I, like so many of us, had a hippity-hop when I was a wee, hairless lad. Well, I had hair on my head, but the rest of my body, like most youngsters, was not yet sprouting. Now, due in some part to Mark's FB post about his rogue nose hair which is also unfortunately stuck in my head, I've turned rather hirsute. Sometimes in places where I never expected to grow hair, but that's probably more than you want to know, dear reader. Anyway, I digress -- back to the hippity-hop and how it can cure many the evils we face.
First, it provides fantastic exercise. I used to bounce all around the house, the yard, friends' houses and yards, and the occasional unexpected foray into the street due to an errant hippity. Think about having a company's employees all use the hippity-hop. We'd be getting constant exercise for many key muscle groups, working our core whilst laboring over the never-ending slew of e-mails, and we could design/decorate our hops to better reflect our personalities, or even status levels. Managers and executives could have large, more bouyant hops, thus indicating their status level in the organization (possibly with even two or more handles if they're making one of their employees attend yet another meeting on, say, Increasing Your Communication Skills by Not Talking to Anyone, Ever.) Us lower on the foodchain would look longingly at their hops and give us more motivation to work hard and move up the ladder.
Where I work there are a number of -- "ahem" -- petite-challenged folks who ride Rascals to and fro. We'd be doing them a favor if we required them to hippity during the business day, as opposed to zooming around in go-carts and frightening innocent insurance professionals as they zip around corners without the merest toot of a horn. On a side note, I'm convinced I'll meet my fate at the expense of one of these speed demons, and while it may be argued that it would be a fitting fate, it is also ironic as I do my best to stay in reasonable shape and prefer to use my own appendages for travel.
They'd also allow for a healthy level of competition amongst staff members. Who can hippity fastest? Highest? Who can get from building A to building C in the least amount of time and/or bounces. My team is particularly competitive, so it would be a matter of pride to excel in one or more areas of the art of hippity.
Finally, they would replace the need for desk chairs. Think of the bottom-line savings! The bean counters certainly would be in favor.
Seriously, think about this. I can't come up with a counter-argument to any of the above statements.
PS, I have to give props where props are due. My friend Chad from Boston first positioned the hippity-hop theory, and this was about 12 years ago, so the simple fact that I haven't been able to defeat the idea in over a decade proves that hipittying has merit. Like most brilliant minds of our generations, I've simply fleshed his idea out.
JD
Bear with me here. I, like so many of us, had a hippity-hop when I was a wee, hairless lad. Well, I had hair on my head, but the rest of my body, like most youngsters, was not yet sprouting. Now, due in some part to Mark's FB post about his rogue nose hair which is also unfortunately stuck in my head, I've turned rather hirsute. Sometimes in places where I never expected to grow hair, but that's probably more than you want to know, dear reader. Anyway, I digress -- back to the hippity-hop and how it can cure many the evils we face.
First, it provides fantastic exercise. I used to bounce all around the house, the yard, friends' houses and yards, and the occasional unexpected foray into the street due to an errant hippity. Think about having a company's employees all use the hippity-hop. We'd be getting constant exercise for many key muscle groups, working our core whilst laboring over the never-ending slew of e-mails, and we could design/decorate our hops to better reflect our personalities, or even status levels. Managers and executives could have large, more bouyant hops, thus indicating their status level in the organization (possibly with even two or more handles if they're making one of their employees attend yet another meeting on, say, Increasing Your Communication Skills by Not Talking to Anyone, Ever.) Us lower on the foodchain would look longingly at their hops and give us more motivation to work hard and move up the ladder.
Where I work there are a number of -- "ahem" -- petite-challenged folks who ride Rascals to and fro. We'd be doing them a favor if we required them to hippity during the business day, as opposed to zooming around in go-carts and frightening innocent insurance professionals as they zip around corners without the merest toot of a horn. On a side note, I'm convinced I'll meet my fate at the expense of one of these speed demons, and while it may be argued that it would be a fitting fate, it is also ironic as I do my best to stay in reasonable shape and prefer to use my own appendages for travel.
They'd also allow for a healthy level of competition amongst staff members. Who can hippity fastest? Highest? Who can get from building A to building C in the least amount of time and/or bounces. My team is particularly competitive, so it would be a matter of pride to excel in one or more areas of the art of hippity.
Finally, they would replace the need for desk chairs. Think of the bottom-line savings! The bean counters certainly would be in favor.
Seriously, think about this. I can't come up with a counter-argument to any of the above statements.
PS, I have to give props where props are due. My friend Chad from Boston first positioned the hippity-hop theory, and this was about 12 years ago, so the simple fact that I haven't been able to defeat the idea in over a decade proves that hipittying has merit. Like most brilliant minds of our generations, I've simply fleshed his idea out.
JD
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
More Random Thoughts
No rhyme or reason to these, and apologies to Bob Ryan, Gerry Brown, Whitlock and all the other sportswriters I follow and admire online.
On to the post!
- Season 2 of Mad Men isn't doing it for me like Season 1. I'm through 5 episodes and will probably watch #6 tonight, but can't get into it. Bill tells me to muscle through, as he swears it will get better, and so I will. But thus forth, not up to par.
- Had a great meeting, and even greater breakfast (crepes!), with our partners at Lacek. I like the fact that these nice MN folks want to work with us and are amenable to incorporate our messaging into their new creative. This will be a fun couple of months to work with them and align creative (me), digital and direct marketing into a holistic program. That's cool.
- Another cool meeting with a vendor called Vero. Thanks to Dan for organizing. I personally am not sure if we are strategically aligned, but they do provide an attractive service. Question for the two of you following this blog: who would you pick musically to represent Amfam? Y'all know my thoughts on country music (barf) but some of the hot performers seem to be the ideal candidates. None of the team had heard of Vero before the prezo, but I think we were all impressed and have an opportunity to leverage them. Input needed.
- Tom Brady. 'Nuff said.
- Glad to see the marketing peeps who were marooned on floor 1 to join us again. Even if Justin's mustache still is prominently featured. Easier to find them whilst in crisis mode, which is typical in our department (we like changes and challenges, please repeat 10 times), but even better, easier to bounce ideas and strategies off them when interesting ideas come up. If you've ever worked with us creative idiots, we tend to be ADHD -- good ideas will get missed if we don't act quickly. And then, of course, we feign ignorance when you follow up with us. Hey, have a couple martinis and a Lucky or two and you can fit right in!
- Dropped $300 on amazon.com today. Can't wait for the opening of the presents -- nothing better than one's kids on Christmas morning -- but even at my age, I'm aghast at the cost of cool toys for the tykes. Did you elderly feel the same way 20 years ago?
- Finally, I'd like to thank the two of you who have followed this ridiculous blog. Glad you're enjoying my random ramblings, and just remember I'll get better as this moves forward.
- Time to make supper. Feeling like pizza tonight, but am forced to endure another feeding of chili because I'm an idiot and cooked up a week's worth on Sunday. Bottom line is to forget the key ingredient. Then you're in the clear! Unfortunately I was at Costco a few weeks ago and bought the Army-sized chili powder. Damn. I foresee chili through February.
JD
On to the post!
- Season 2 of Mad Men isn't doing it for me like Season 1. I'm through 5 episodes and will probably watch #6 tonight, but can't get into it. Bill tells me to muscle through, as he swears it will get better, and so I will. But thus forth, not up to par.
- Had a great meeting, and even greater breakfast (crepes!), with our partners at Lacek. I like the fact that these nice MN folks want to work with us and are amenable to incorporate our messaging into their new creative. This will be a fun couple of months to work with them and align creative (me), digital and direct marketing into a holistic program. That's cool.
- Another cool meeting with a vendor called Vero. Thanks to Dan for organizing. I personally am not sure if we are strategically aligned, but they do provide an attractive service. Question for the two of you following this blog: who would you pick musically to represent Amfam? Y'all know my thoughts on country music (barf) but some of the hot performers seem to be the ideal candidates. None of the team had heard of Vero before the prezo, but I think we were all impressed and have an opportunity to leverage them. Input needed.
- Tom Brady. 'Nuff said.
- Glad to see the marketing peeps who were marooned on floor 1 to join us again. Even if Justin's mustache still is prominently featured. Easier to find them whilst in crisis mode, which is typical in our department (we like changes and challenges, please repeat 10 times), but even better, easier to bounce ideas and strategies off them when interesting ideas come up. If you've ever worked with us creative idiots, we tend to be ADHD -- good ideas will get missed if we don't act quickly. And then, of course, we feign ignorance when you follow up with us. Hey, have a couple martinis and a Lucky or two and you can fit right in!
- Dropped $300 on amazon.com today. Can't wait for the opening of the presents -- nothing better than one's kids on Christmas morning -- but even at my age, I'm aghast at the cost of cool toys for the tykes. Did you elderly feel the same way 20 years ago?
- Finally, I'd like to thank the two of you who have followed this ridiculous blog. Glad you're enjoying my random ramblings, and just remember I'll get better as this moves forward.
- Time to make supper. Feeling like pizza tonight, but am forced to endure another feeding of chili because I'm an idiot and cooked up a week's worth on Sunday. Bottom line is to forget the key ingredient. Then you're in the clear! Unfortunately I was at Costco a few weeks ago and bought the Army-sized chili powder. Damn. I foresee chili through February.
JD
Monday, December 6, 2010
Pissed, Sorry.
I had to spend a lot of money on a therapist exam. Supposedly this will tell the courts if I'm sane or not.
I don't begrudge the money, as thankfully I have some for the impending Christmas holiday, but I do mind the exam. The cash I had to spend amounted all to nothing but glorified Iowa exams. Somebody who does not know me in California is now qualified to determine if I'm a good parent, father, mate, or whatever.
What does bug me is somebody took the time to meticulously judge me via a couple of paper tests. I could have answered B, B, B and B and somebody is now empowered to give judgment on my parenting acumen and I have no recourse except the ruling of the court.
I ask you: is that fair?
So, please take your significant other not for granted and pray (this from an agnostic) that you'll be spared the indignities and will be able to tell someone that you're well and able to take care of those who matter most to you. If you're concerned, stop by and I'll prove to you my worth. It's there.
I'll promise to do the same, regardless of the cost. Some things one does have to fight for. And I will.
Thanks,
JD
I don't begrudge the money, as thankfully I have some for the impending Christmas holiday, but I do mind the exam. The cash I had to spend amounted all to nothing but glorified Iowa exams. Somebody who does not know me in California is now qualified to determine if I'm a good parent, father, mate, or whatever.
What does bug me is somebody took the time to meticulously judge me via a couple of paper tests. I could have answered B, B, B and B and somebody is now empowered to give judgment on my parenting acumen and I have no recourse except the ruling of the court.
I ask you: is that fair?
So, please take your significant other not for granted and pray (this from an agnostic) that you'll be spared the indignities and will be able to tell someone that you're well and able to take care of those who matter most to you. If you're concerned, stop by and I'll prove to you my worth. It's there.
I'll promise to do the same, regardless of the cost. Some things one does have to fight for. And I will.
Thanks,
JD
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