DAMNIT!! Had to run out of the shower to answer the phone thinking it was important, and it was jamed earl jones...well a recording. That sucked. I was in mid rinse-repeat as well. I hate my phone, it's never some sexy woman calling to talk to me about getting some food or a drink. nope always james earl jones, and he doesn't even offer me a drink....blue balling bastard. Someday I will tell my story of Harry Houdini wrestling Conan of Symaria. 