...right, what we need now is somebody who is technologically savvy.

And awake. You might have more luck in a few hours...

So, would standing in front of one of the wardrobes, holding Clovis in one hand, a wand topped with a sparkly star on the other, saying Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo be crazy-charming, or crazy-oh-look-she's-finally-snapped?

A little from column A, a little from column B...

Hi there! This is Fay's pointy-toed pearl-covered shoes! Fay can't post right now, because she's keeled over dead from the cute, mumbling something about wands and wardrobes. However, we're quite chuffed, because this leaves us in close proximity to the keyboard and so now we're off to surf the internets for pictures of hot boots.

Someone's evilness is showing.

It looks suspiciously like cleavage.

S sends a warm hello to adorable Pete and lovely, glamourous Fay.

Oh, and to P-C as well.

Obviously, MM needs to spend more time on the teleportation device and less on the zombies.

I mean, I'm not really a crazy stalker lady. Honestly.

And to think you gave ME an odd look when I confessed to being your internet stalker. Geeesh.

Buffistas: Welcome to the Crazy Farm.

Good crop this year, what with the rains of lunacy and that madness front coming in from Newdelusionalland.

Look at them ears of schizophrenia! Never will you find sweeter compulsions to do outrageous things prodded by voices nobody else can hear, not outside a hydroponics facility at least. Look at the size of those headcases of lettuce! And check the size of them outofyourgourds! Mmm mmmm...gonna be a wonderful Hallucinationwe'en! I can't wait to see the horrific faces of pure internal terror and personal demons the kiddies carve on them!

Life on the Crazy Farm...it's an idyll of insanity, you betcha!

MM, have you been visiting my brain again?

MM, have you been visiting my brain again?

No, I sent the experts...Hotels.com!