Heh, Weirdo.

(Of course, that's just jealousy talking. I'm at the end of the spectrum where I have to take a Valium and breathe into a paper bag for five minutes before I touch a soldering iron to anything I care about, even if it's just pasting in a through-hole DIP socket. Of course, the *really* tense moments came earlier, whilst desoldering snipped pins to make room for the socket in the first place.)