I think Schwartz's onslaught of gifts upon me is nearing its end. You are one magnificent bastard, sir.
Amazon swears to me that what I have in store for you will reach you before Christmas. Whether they do or not, I just hope that A) You don't have any of them and B) You at least get some entertainment out of them. You were a hard nut to crack. In the end, I just tossed worry to the wind and had fun with it. I hope you like 'em!