Wow...perfect? Thank you. Well, I still think about "I had the power..." and I didn't work the case. Mostly, I think if somebody had killed my family member and written a statement, I would want it, no matter how crazy it was. Maybe it's a writer's respect for the word in overdrive, or my search for answers.(Those are the sunny thoughts I have when I don't sleep.)
But I bet there are other Buffistas who would agree with me. For those of you that haven't seen "the best damn show on television"(my nagging didn't work?) the young stick-up guy, instead of a statement, writes a letter to the victim's family. It says he's sorry, and he knows it doesn't change anything, but "I had the power and forgot who I was."

The victim's husband(Robin Williams, H:LOTS first stay of execution, and actually acting, not doing a sensitive schtick) throws it out. I could never do that.

That part where Kay goes to the prison and asks him why, when he's got a nice family that cares, and most murderers don't, gets me every time. Also, before that when she faces down all the commotion a woman coming to prison makes without batting an eyelash. She knows the drill, huh? That tells me everything about Kay and nobody has to spell her out to me.

That episode of HLOTS nearly killed me. The act was so senseless and Robin was so amazing - the scene where he finally breaks down in the hotel room, and his two kids are huddled and terrified in the other room because Mom's dead and Dad is disintegrating before their eyes and they can't fix it?

Jeez.

Drabble for Open on Sundays; theme: doorways.

Measurements

As the bus carries them farther and farther away from the sinkhole that was Sunnydale, Dawn thinks about her house. Well, a specific part of the house -- the doorframe of her bedroom closet, on which, after much begging, she was allowed to mark her height each month. (In pencil, Joyce stipulated.) Dawn even convinced Buffy to mark her height on the opposite side of the doorframe (although Buffy stopped when she became the shorter sister).

Seven years' worth of proof, marked inch by inch, that she was really there. Really real. Now those marks are gone forever. Anti-graffiti: Dawn wasn't here.

Oooh, Teppy, that's lovely. See, fic is easy. Now that you've done it, the next one is even easier. t fic pimp, fic pimp

You've done this before, haven't you.

Teppy!

I love that, Buffy stopping when Dawn outgrew her. As the tallest of three sisters, and also the youngest? That's so spot-on.

Lurvely fic. More, please.

You've done this before, haven't you.

Silly Connie! It's just been quite a while, is all.

I have a random Gunnfic in my head, and really want to write Gwendolyn Post/Xander.

really want to write Gwendolyn Post/Xander.

  He does like his women authoritative. I could see it.

really want to write Gwendolyn Post/Xander.

He does like his women authoritative. I could see it.

I really just want to hurt Xander. Don't get me wrong; I love Xander. But I want to hurt him.

I love Xander. But I want to hurt him.

Some fic writer whose name I'm blanking on at the moment described Xander as the man with the hurt-me eyes.

ETA: Clearly this was before the last season of Buffy.

Right. Now it's the hurt-me eye.