Help.

It's really incredibly funny in a perverse kind of way, that kind of ha-ha funny that makes you want to weep at the same time, when you look at a 5-digit projected expenditure and an expected max profit of 100 bucks. I confess: I do not know what to say, or how to salvage the scenario.

Now I understand, with painful clarity, the need to have genuinely experienced people around--seniors, or seasoned performers, or otherwise-- to actually give your proposal a glance, and start roaring "NO LAR, CRAZY AH" before you decide to, you know, jump off a cliff with a hang glider that still has lots of holes in it.

Since the cliff is already picked (and a bloody high cliff it is, too), I guess all we've got to do is to attempt to patch up the holes.

Eeeeep.