If you can't make fun of life, life will make fun of you. Not to sludge the internet with more trite rehectoric, there's plenty of room elsewhere for that. However, I've always tried not to take life too seriously, because it seems that when people do, it only leads to stress, disorientation, and disappointment. While this means that some of the stuff that perhaps I should be taking seriously gets left undone, I can still smile and crack a joke. I hope that gets portrayed correctly - if not, please keep in mind that caretakers of the commune in coldest Antartica where I grew up fed us nothing but recycled magazines. In a ... ahem ... completely unrelated topic, I like 'The New Yorker' magazine. Its got great taste.