I dunno if it's worth the tearing (unless you really feel you need a good plucking -- YeyebrowgroomingMV). Much easier and less bloodpressurey to just never read the monsters.

True. Very true. But there was a Time Before I Knew Better, when I would get sucked in. Those were dark days, and I have learned.

I think I've posted my "Your eyebrows are out of control!!!" story in Natter or Bitches somewhere (but am too lazy to look). I am NSM with the eyebrow grooming.

43-part WsIP usually make me want to tear my eyebrows out.

Indeed. Especially when I'm writing them.

I finished one, okay? Now all it needs is some betaing. And, a plot, and some charaterization that actuals works and some decent writing. And the one I've started is only six parts and 30 000 words at the moment, and I know how it's going to end!

When do you know you spend too much time on Buffistas? When smonster's new tag, "Aliens came and fucked the monkey" sounds to your ears like Buffista/Smallville crossover slash.

That's when.

"Alexandra Coombs, nee Rayne, was a patient, open-minded woman. She'd bloody well had to be, what with the family she came from."

I just opened up WordPad and that "magically" appeared. This is all your fault. But I'm eating my lunch first before this goes any further.

Guessing... hoping...

She's Ethan's sister. She has three children, two daughters and a son. Uncle Ethan is coming round for dinner tonight, and...

t /pathetic attempt at evil plot bunny feeding

Tooloo! Tooloo!

Thank you, Am, I was trying to decide on genders of kids. A few years back, then, and she's younger than Ethan? The kids need to young enough for the endearing lisp on Cthulhu, and Ethan's old enough to have fairly grown nieces and nephews.

That sounds good, connie. You might not have to worry about where in the canon it is-- a casual mention of plans to set up a fancy-dress shop would do nicely for pre-Buffy timing.

Precisely! I was thinking of having him mention he was heading to America to look up an old friend.

BrainShare! It's not just a Novell technical convention!

maybe I'm just too lazy to put the opening in email, maybe I'm just a tease

Alexandra Coombs, nee Rayne, was a patient, open-minded woman. She'd bloody well had to be, what with the family she came from. Dark, musty family home in Oxfordshire, with locked attics and basement rooms that one wasn't supposed to try to get in to, whispered history that your parents wouldn't let you listen to, odd relatives who disappeared and reappeared years later with bizarre tales--

"Mum, when is Uncle Ethan going to get here?" asked her daughter Paula.

"He'll be here in time for dinner, love. Go set the table, please, I need to check the roast."

"Daddy's working late tonight, isn't he," Paula said knowingly. At twelve years old, she was beginning to have a more grown-up appreciation of interpersonal dynamics.

"Yes. Yes, dear, he is."

"Daddy doesn't like Uncle Ethan, does he."

Alexandra always made an effort to tell her children the truth. "Your Uncle Ethan does not always go out of his way to make himself likeable." Showing her true Rayne heritage, Paula only giggled appreciatively and went out to set the table.

At a quarter to seven, with the roast just finishing and the wine ready to be poured, there was a knock at the door. "What, no portentious flash of lighting?" Alexandra mused. "Or even a roll of thunder?"

Paula ran to the front door. "Uncle Ethan! Uncle Ethan!"