For the driving drabble.

Everything is finally loaded into the car. The cats are in back, with a towel over one cage for our sanity. All of the goodbyes have been said, or at least all of the ones that still matter. It’s time to drive. Take the 101 to the 5, heading north. Stop once for a bathroom break and stretch, but grab lunch from a drive-through so you can keep driving. Hours later, finally head west towards Paso Robles. From there, keep driving north, and try to remember there is no more “the”. It’s just 101 that takes you the rest of the way home.

Oh, Perkins, DAYUM, that rocks.

All about the California highways. And we've done so many road trips south and then home to San Fran that it's now automatic: we get south of Santa Nella and suddenly we're on "the Five".

Heh. One of my favorite bumper stickers when I lived in California said, "There is no life east of I-5." I kinda miss seeing that around.

Sail! You actually saw the Green Flash? I thought it was just a myth. Nice drabble, btw, with chasing the wavery shadow.

Elegant and economic, as always, dcp.

I love Cindy's bio of Allyson. Mention the nephew and it'll be perfect.

Way belated Yays! to Allyson. And very approving applause of Cindy's bio of same.

After crying twice (and I blame hormones, *shaky fist*), I have something.

When Allyson Beatrice isn't watching television, she's writing about it on the internet.

Raised on a steady programming diet of the Sunday Creature Double Feature, Good Times reruns, and ABC Afterschool specials, Ms. Beatrice's schoolgirl crush on scripted programming developed into an unhealthy love affair with the cult show Buffy the Vampire Slayer in her mid-twenties.

She sought out conversation with other television junkies on message boards, and found a sense of family amongst the strangers logging into sites to pray allegience to the little blonde girl with the big stake.

Her five year adventure in fandom included inviting a Jamaican diplomat's daughter to sleep on her floor for three months, being a bridesmaid at a lesbian wedding, finding friendship with an acclaimed television producer, and organizing a failed campaign to save a television show about cowboys in space from being canceled.

Allyson Beatrice lives in Los Angeles with her paranoid cat, Ruby.

Allyson, that's fantastic!

Creature Double Feature *might* have been on Saturdays. My expert is in the shower. I will double-check with him when he gets out, just to be sure.

Allyson, right on target. A couple of suggestions, for readability:

Ms. Beatrice's schoolgirl crush on scripted programming developed into an unhealthy love affair with the cult show Buffy the Vampire Slayer in her mid-twenties.

A slight switch in the ordering, ma'am, please; as it stands, it's Buffy who's in her mid-twenties, not you. Try:

Ms. Beatrice's schoolgirl crush on scripted programming developed, in her mid-twenties, into an unhealthy love affair with the cult show Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

And in a similar vein:

and organizing a failed campaign to save a television show about cowboys in space from being canceled.

I'd tighten it this way:

and organizing a failed campaign to prevent the cancellation of a television show about cowboys in space.

Otherwise? Perfecto, from where I'm sitting. You have excellent instincts.

Oooh, thanks for the editing, Deb. It's amazing how one can screw things like that up when one is writing with her eyes closed.

It's amazing how one can screw things like that up when one is writing with her eyes closed.

BWAH! Seriously, your instinct for this stuff is right on the money; you'll notice the edits are purely cosmetic, and don't touch the heart of what you're saying.

Eyes closed, or not...