Of these, which do you have the strongest desire for?

[Boojatta]

[melody]

1. To know what any of those meant n/t

[panader0]

3. Har har I think booj is celebrating............

[Boojatta]

4. I may have made it too concise and not clear enough earlier.

Is it better now?

It is difficult for me to know what would be helpful if you don't identify anything in particular that is impeding your efforts to understand what is meant.

[jakem]

2. huh?

[Evoman]

5. Jessica Alba.

[edhopper]

11. K & R

Bigtime!

[bananas]

6. To be a part of the fire

[Random_Australian]

7. ....

I voted "To know how to correct your own errors. (You already know your own errors.)" thinking it meant I also got to know my own errors, but it occurs to me that I'm supposed to know them already is maybe what you mean.

However, I consider not knowing my own errors an error, so knowing how to fix them would give me that also.

I'd also vote for it if I just got a sheet listing what I need to do, without knowing my errors.

In other words, I 1/2 vote for that option and 1/2 vote for knowing my errors, going one way or the other based on the specific interpretation of the section.

[Boojatta]

8. Kick for votes and comments and questions.

[rug]

9. A Delete Button.

[NoodleBoy]

10. a response:

[smoogatz]

12. I'd really like a ham and spinach omelette, a bloody mary, and some

barbecued oysters right now. I'd like the place to be New Orleans, the year to be 1998, and I'd like to be sitting across the table from a beautiful six-foot, African American hooker named LaWonda, talking about Proust's "Remembrance of Things Past." Then a stroll through the French Quarter, a good cigar, and back to the hotel for a three-way with LaWonda and Agnes, a very pretty hotel maid from Costa Rica. After that, a nap, a long, luxurious bath, alligator shoes and green silk suit, a steak and a martini at Morton's, a few lines of Bogota flake snorted off LaWonda's prodigious tits in the men's room, and out for an evening of ripping up the blues on my '57 Strat (played through a Matchless Clubman head and 212 cab) at Tipitina's. The next morning I'd like to wake up in 18th century Kyoto in a spare, clean room, listening to the sound of the wind in the cherry trees.