Party in the house... me and Mr. Mouse, several cats, and one confused dog. It's another notch in the belt of time as I chase death down. One day I'll catch it and it'll surely be the death of me. It's been called a rat race but then rats would leave a sinking ship so I seriously doubt they'd be all giddy about such an endeavor. I think lemmings would enjoy it though. So many seek to avoid the inevitable... others stupidly cut short the chase. Life... it's one helluva ride and worth hangin on for the whole thing. Besides... I have it on good authority that the next ride is even better. So party on people and furies... grab yer gear and lets go death huntin. Bring a friend... it's a hoot.