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.

"Hey," I said, "What's all the commotion out here?"
I hadn't intended to fall asleep here, but I went out and ate and then found that my fatigue caught up with me when I sat down. And my intuition was calmer now, so when I looked at my watch(Yes, I leave my watch on in bed at night.but it's not like, if anything's going on, I've got my stopwatch out, I just like to know what time it is.I Mostly, what really happens is I get called in, look at my watch and think "It's three in the morning. Don't people die before ten any more?" But I still do it. It's like I told the Munchkin, I never found anybody good enough to take it off for...I think he's taking that as a personal challenge) three hours had gone by. Shit. Had they been squabbling for three hours? Think Frankentim, I told myself. Three hours is a quiet day for them, huh? But they bring it home. "What's all the commotion out here? Make me happy, guys. I love to wake up happy. But you know, you guys are old enough now that I expect you to be good little investigators whether Mama's home or not, huh?" I sounded like some weird Giardello/Mae West hybrid.