i have a this charming and funny way of taking good things and turning them into crap. yes, i have what is known as the midas touch, if instead of gold midas had turned things to poo, like me. this is the conclusion i've drawn after years and years of botched greatness. but i'm not bitter. it's really quite funny. i can't think of an example for you, which, i guess, kind of serves as one anyway.