I freakin swear. Gavin steps away from the phone...walks away from the computer...and they blow up. In front of him it's all working. But the second that he is not looking, the electronics in this house turn in to Gremlins. It's driving me freaking crazy. He claims that I am too impatient. I am sorry that I don't have the finesse to wine and dine every stinking thing with a screen, give it foot rubs, offer it a mink stole. I have to enter in a flippin' database of a hundred volunteers already! I don't have time for this crap!