Oh, and I forgot to add this: R.I.P. Rick James. We hardly knew ye and your wicked ways. Mind you, I'm not terribly knowledgable when it comes to his music, but I like what I know. Hearing stories of his funeral, which was officiated by Louis Farakhan and where numerous joints were sparked mid-service, makes me wonder how I'll be remembered when I go. Rick lived hard, probably died hard, and look at the fond memories so many people have of him. His funeral was virtually a party. Would that my passing could have half that impact.