Makes perfect sense to me. Last night looking at the smoking wiring mess under the seat of my old bonnie and contemplating an ax murder(would involve a trip to england), I realized that our situations were one in the same...
Exploration w/o success = burning fixation
ps- I love the smell of burning wire in the morning. It smells like Lucas. Positively grounded of course.
[ This message was edited by: buggy on 2005-09-14 09:06 ]