Well didn't I almost pee myself with reading this, from the shock. Guess I won't be able to mention this kind of reaction very soon. When I first joined Render I felt it is a wonderful art site and a friendly place to yak with folks too, or to just come and read about other folks that are like much like me, creative, curious and interested in art and the people behind it and they're lives and ways too. Soon found other things in common, and it was kind of wonderful to pan out across the unlimited internet world and meet other forum squatters with talents and ideas and realize they were people too, just by yakking about everything. Art and artists are not just about programs, or galleries, or materials, or techniques or all that, but also about the actual people and their characters and interactions and relations. Guess this will kind of take the toilet out of any thread, and yet we all have to go there eventually, whether we predent we don't go or not, we are all human and so we react as humans unless we are in banks. I went to the bank today, lined up like everybody else in the world that decided to hang out in the bank today, looked around at all the ads and miserable stone faces of the clients and customers and investors and tellers who hardly said a word and suddenly someone started to whisper too loud and was immediatly gawked at by a stern security guard who also seemed like he was bored and would rather be somewhere else, just like everybody else in that bank that goes to there, does what they have to do, and leaves, wondering just how much time went by from having to feel like programmed, regimented cattle lined up to for weeding. Even worse when you have to pee, the wait is too long as it is, lol! Why does the soul of every place have to disappear nowadays? Even Wal-Mart has a greeter, will give em credit for that, although they could maybe have some younger ones that can talk about more stuff than just their athritis and whether they had a bowel movement yesterday.