In my history of dealing with Chaos and random chance, I find that I usually have more luck giving meaningful looks in a downward direction while humming a dirty tune, than looking upwards and holding my hands together.  Not that I'm implying anything of course, but yea: goat sacrifices.<br/><br/>And Artemis, keep that fire going.  Once I'm done shoveling the snow, I'm going to need it when I write up my post.