There has been entirely too much bruised-ego and diaper-rash in posting this week so I'm setting up another Pie Tournament. For those of you who didn't take part in the last 4-day virtual pie fight but want a free pot-shot at somebody, here's your chance. A long slow pan over Urban sprawl, dip[ping down to 10 feet off the street, concrete and building whip past the camera..... ahead looms a Stadium. The Stadium is awash in noise, crowds chanting, hornd and drums..... the drowned roar of Gladiatorial combat. The camera shoots through the main entrance ramp and up above the field as the last carnage is dragged, hosed and swept away. Mischief steps out from the shadows.... full UN Brevity Bureau uniform in Black... Huge patent Leather shoes slapping in quickstep, round red nose bouncing in time. He adresses the crowd: " Ladies, Gentlemen and distinguished Demi-Gods. Today we have the second Macrumors Pie Fight for your amusement." A general roar of applause. " We have seen rivalries, acts of stupidity and posturing to rival professional wrestling. This Afternoon we settle the scores and get on with our lives. As Nobody has really pissed ME off... I will not be the first toss as usual." Mischief signals into the wings and Mimes roll out weapons racks covered in exotica and fresh baked pastries. Cans of spray-whip cream on racks ten feet long follow. mach@8tr is wheeled out duct-taped to a hand-truck and a huge bullseye erected behind him.