You know that scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, where Roy is so frustrated by the pile of mud clay he's trying to shape into he-doesn't-know-what on the model train table in the middle of his living room that he starts throwing pieces of it at the misshapen mass? Heh, well, that's how I felt today while trying to shape something I'm writing into I-don't-know-what. Just saying. Arg. You know that scene in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, where Roy is so frustrated by the pile of mud clay he's trying to shape into he-doesn't-know-what on the model train table in the middle of his living room that he starts throwing pieces of it at the misshapen mass? Heh, well, that's how I felt today while trying to shape something I'm writing into I-don't-know-what. Just saying. Arg.