Ragnar! You've castrated that beautiful tagline of yours! I'm on the same sad course Brudder. Gone are the days of camping out in front of the receiver with a square yard of loaded pizza and a freezer box full of 40 ounce Mickey's greenies, stacked up like cordwood. Now it's salad and salad, and a little MORE salad for good measure - YUK! Gimme a greasy two-pound loaded cheeseburger any day! Maybe it would be better to continue living "wrong". At least I'd probably die before the diaper stage. What say you?