Connie, God, that was great. Deb, you are absolutely right and providing me with an example of(mostly) my motto. "Friends don't let friends play with dialect." But I heard it that way, and the muses seem determined to screw with me every possible way on this little project, so there it is. There's a whole subset of fic in there. Maybe, but I am not going to do it. I've got too much other unfinished stuff...in fact I was thinking of not ficcing in January, the better to finish off one of my pieces, because, like Munch in a room with twins, I think I can do both, but mostly I'm kidding myself.ETA: Except for, genius, January is in about three days and you wanted to finish this first. So maybe, Ficless February? February is, historically of the suck for me, anyway.The ani- Munch wants to add something about Valentines, but only once was it that simple.

Deb, Connie, Erika -- bloody hell, the quality of writing in here is fabulous. Go team. I shudder to think how very much I've missed whilst I've been away.

Um. In memememe-related news, on a non-Buffy note, I've finished my Great Big Fuckoff Fanfic Novel. It's HP-verse, which isn't everyone's cup of tea, and in addition to a plot it's got 17 year olds having the Big Gay Sex, which also isn't everyone's cup of tea. It's very very loosely based on Pride and Prejudice, but with rather more in the way of wizards and Big Gay Sex than Jane Austen usually included in her works. If you're interested at all, it's here. Um. And I like it, and am all proud.

97,000+ words. Go Me!

Thanks Fay...I'll look at it soon, I'm sure. Fay, I know you meant that generally, but I'm still the only crazy person archiving Btvs/Homicide over at Shrift's archive...I'd hoped to get somebody else interested in doing it, but her better judgement prevailed apparently...not a problem for me, as you'll notice(And I now have many enablers tempting me to greater heights or depths...I'm not always sure which.)

Munch has a lot on his mind lately: I may be only the second Jew in history to get a resurrection. And we all know the first one went off without a hitch, right, babe? But I can just about guarantee no Crusades in the name of St. John The Munchkin, the Undead. Bet on it, babe.(What was that look about? What, did that *shock* you? Just because you're talking to a vampire doesn't mean you've got Lestat, with his frilly shirts and nice teacups...that movie was as gay as Mardi Gras on Fire Island. So not my scene.)

And just because I've heard that my feelings for those women might be related, doesn't mean I agree. Alicia is a statuesque blonde who read me Carlos Casteneda whose self-esteem I took apart because I couldn't keep my damn mouth shut. Or because I was never home, out working cases. Or because I called her bourgeois because she wanted me home for dinner, because I thought we would turn into my parents, dinner at 6:05 and the stupid couch with plastic on it that nobody could sit on. That felt like a fate worse than death.
(It turned out we were not built to last anyway. She runs a general store with her girlfriend now. Her girlfriend convinced her to "provide closure" by talking to me on the phone...funny how things work out.)

Felicia, sleek, modern, brunette, Felicia, felt like everything the Nordic Goddesses were not. (not that I'm forgetting Gwennie, but that story's boring. ) She was a flirt, a tease, and always the first to hang up the phone. Sometimes I never knew if we would kiss or kill each other...she was my special punishment, and her flesh was like heroin. I let her hurt me and break things in my apartment just so she wouldn't think I was conservative. (You're too young, but for Aquarians, there is no greater insult.) But, like the old joke says, at least she was Jewish.

I tried to catch Kay, explain myself, but she had too much of a head start on me. And more to the point, I decided to wait for the liquor to work its way out. And, though it hurt, I was prepared to have her hate me, bathe in holy water, and never speak to me again.

Yay, Fay! Jumps up and down. Reminds herself that the muse has been naughty and doesn't deserve to go read the rest of ItS. Remembers that ItS is good fun and it might be nice to go read some fun befor beginning the even more exquisite tortures of Xander.

t leaps into ItS

Everyone must now go read Fay's story. Darling FAy, who appears from the desert bearing treasures.

I'm stuck...from whom should Kay receive the vampire spiel? Lorne owes her some advice that she didn't collect. It would be more Angel-like to hear it from Wesley with his books and all. But it would be more like H:LOTS for Vamp!Munch and Kay to sit and talk on some roof someplace.

How's about she ends up on the roof of the Hyperion, Lorne brings her a seabreeze and some chatty "it's the way it is, precious", and then leaves her alone to think, and Munch shows up? I like it.

What Deena said, definitely.

Hmm...that could happen. And, you know, more stupid jokes. Cause even being undead couldn't stop that.You know, how he always thought when they went to a hotel together, they'd see the inside.Then, she'll sigh and tell him to take things seriously for once in his life.