Twas Writ: >ee-kee-AHH-chi does it for me! That's also the sound I make when the sauce >is too hot!! Hmmm...Rael wuz thinkin' more like /yuhk'-yAH'-chi/ which is the sound I make when I am butchering whole chickens...or when dressed in latex, having slithered across the floor pretending to be the snake, looking into the garden of Eve...uh, Eden...whatever... Wait...maybe that's Innagaddadavida, Baby...time passes and I tend to fergit... Either way, there's usually a chile nearby, beckoning me, daring me, saying in that VOS (voice o' seduction) : "eat me...eat me". Which makes me wonder if there ain't some sorta chilebalistic-sorta thing going on...after all, I know chiles, spend much of my time with them, have raised quite a few in the past from mere seeds/seedlings, love them, dream of them, hold them up to El Grande and scream "Praise Be!" for their existence... ...and then eat them, lick my lips, slobber a bit, think of jesus, wonder how Jimi's getting along at the Heavenly Bar and Grill, and in essence, have me a chile-gasm-religious-experience....not to confuse the carnal with the spiritual, but sometimes it just gets damn hard to separate the two... Could it be there's too much time on my hands at the moment and the ramblin's are just pent-up like a big ole dog? How 'bout: YKYACHI if you talk to chiles regularly...and they frequently talk back... Sigh...pardon to all, and to all a goodnite... Peace, Hendix, and Chiles....... Rael"...uh, would you happen to have a .wav of that?..."64 rael@ebicom.net Redneck Sous Chef Monk of the TCS Order of Immaculate Twister Keeper of the Faith and a Towel...