What'll ya have in yer flaming omelette?    Dearest denizens of the Kindle Arts Society, We, the Directors, live but to serve you. Alas, this gosh-darned hedgehog-lookin' spoil-sport hanging about in folks' respiratory tracts has us all counting our toenail clippings and forgetting to mute our microphones instead of doing what we wish we could be doing: putting off critical logistics until the last possible moment, but still pulling off the big event in spite of everything. We cooks are…