What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals — and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me — nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

I hate to say it, but I really don't have any ideas for this site. My wife talked me into it. She seems to think I am funny, brilliant, intelligent, talented and sexy - and of course she is right, but that is no reason to parade my skills in public, is it? Okay, it is. Everyone is doing it, why not me? I'd better sit down with a beer and do some brainstorming then.