Stop. Please. All I wanted was a recipe for rosehip vodka; but instead my computer is shouting "You're the one that I want" from Grease in a musak .midi techno cocophony. When I go to your Myspace, I don't care it's your favorite song. No, I don't know the lyrics and I don't care to. I'm not def, I don't need it cranked up to 'leven. If I wanted to listen to music, I'd be streaming Rhapsody. And if I am, I have to listen to two songs at once, runining it for all of us.