Hi, Yes, I would agre with the common sense that you mention, the right tools make the job easier.

I only wish I was a desk jockey! Can you imagine being manly enough to sit at a desk! I aspire to such an existence. As of now, I sort of exist as a greasy, gelatinous rhziomatic heap of undifferentiated flesh. Being a desk jockey would entail having the strenght to at least sit up at a desk. I'm much too weak and puny to do that. I'm not even sure I have a single muscle. I sort of ooze across the floor of my villa , much like a slug. I have no muscle control over my gastrointestinal system, such that I'm constantly regurgitating the contents of my stomach, as well as emptying my bowels, always at the most embarrassing moments. One day I hope to be man enough to have a single muscle, and on that Christmas morning, my eyes will seep open, and I'll spy, wrapped in golden paper under the Christmas tree, a special gift, just for me. And when I open it, there, inside, at the bottom of the box, will be my first muscle! I hope it's a sphincter urethrae. But, until that marvelous day, I can only dream of having massive, balloon-like muscles, and sitting up, like a big boy, at a desk, and riding that desk, if my parents let me, into the warm, caramel gold sunset of eternal bliss. God Bless you, God Bles everyone, and God Bless America.