(first grin I've had in about two hours)

Then, it's worth it, then. Unless you're Wesley, who's probably dying for a lead right now.

Deb, that's an interesting idea, though I'm not sure it's where I'm going.

(I have a paranoia about telling my plots -- explaining them before I write them seems to result in them never being written. You'll see it Saturday, anyhow.)

"You heard me. Men have weapons fantasies out of certain...inadequacies. It's in all the magazines."

Nice nod to Cordy/Xander in "Innocence."

Looking forward to more Kay/Wes and Munch/Darla.

Oh, thank you...and that is a real compliment since you know half the players.(And well, Munch is me, except middle-aged, male, and Jewish.And nobody ever had cause to wonder if I blew anyone's head off. Yet.)

Not-at-all Seekrit Message for Erika: Melissa Leo is doing a live chat on washingtonpost.com today at 2 Eastern, which is either noon or 11 a.m. your time. (I have no idea if Arizona is Mountain or Pacific.). You can submit questions ahead of time or read the chat here.

We're on Mountain, and the only freaks who do not spring forward or fall back(If we did, every day would last six years, instead of just feeling like it.) Obnoxious Fan Behavior #9: Do you think she'd appreciate a link to the Munch/Kay dumpster scene? Me either. I was just glad she is not wearing a black buzzcut to say "I'm not Kay Howard, damn it!"

continuation of the Wes and Cordy scene: "It's nothing of the sort...that's complete bollocks. I mean, sure, I wondered if she brought her handcuffs, but that's just healthy curiosity, isn't it?"
"Whatever, Wes...I don't wanna know. Detective Munch exhausted my TMI quota for life! Do you know it took him three tries to take his liquor safety class? For that bar, which, Elaine's it's not. That poor woman down at the liquor board told me he would not shut up and just sat there offering his opinion and being 'funny' like some old, drugged-out Xander Harris or something. If he was really funny, he'd be rich. Seriously, Wes, think about what I said. It really explains why our kiss was so terrible."

"I've been counting the days till you brought that up again. All that's happened, all the demons we've slain, and you are treating me like a braindead off the street over some kiss from three years ago!"

"It doesn't take a vision to spot your new crush's contribution to your vocabulary. Isn't Masterpiece Theater on or something?"

"Maybe it was you," Wesley said, mumbling a little.

"Excuse me?"

"Maybe you're not as appealing up close...it does take two people to have a bad kiss, you know."

"I'll have you know, there was a list of people that wanted to kiss me."
"Two Words: Not. Lately."

"Oh. My. God. I hope your new girlfriend blows your head off. And not the fun way. With her gun."

This is what happens when squadroom snark is contagious. Bravo!

Oh, my.

Cordy as evil-snark (cop-style, that is).

Oh my oh my.