I can't believe no one got here first on this one.

Cindy in Great Write Way, kindly writing the agent-requested bio of Allyson that Allyson, like every other good writer out there, totally froze on:

Allyson B_ was born of seafoam after Saturn killed Uranus and flung his genitals into the ocean. Or wait. Maybe that's Venus. Sometimes, online, it is hard to know who is who. Allyson B_ might be the girl from South Boston (Southie represent, yo!), and surrounding towns, who fell in love with a TV show, and was lured out west by axe murderers she met on the internet. She loaded up the truck and she drove to Beverly...Hills, that is. Okay, actually? West Hollywood.

People took Allyson in, gave her a place to stay, and an occasional cheeseburger, so she didn't starve to death. She got a job at big gov't. agency, and is on her way to ruling the world. She now regularly makes her rent and car payments, and everything.

shrift, in Natter:

Today's fortune cookie:

Good health is a man's best wealth.

Thank you, Count Rugen.

Raquel:

Change is good, despite what my cat says.

Plei in Bitches:

Lily's funniest expressions will never be captured on film, on account of them involving that whole Hunt for the Wild Boobie thing. She growls. I made her so she growls.

In Natter:

tommyrot : Parking is free for me at work, as work is no longer in downtown Evanston. But still, I take public transportation, because I hug trees and shit.

Gus : I do not want to hug shit. I can, however, get behind the rest of tommyrot's post.

in Minearverse:

Topic!Cindy: Tim,

I think your next series ought to be entitled, "I Never Wrote for Buffy." It should be a sitcom, but a dark one--like a serialized Heathers, or something. SMG should guest star in the pilot. Your lead character will be a writer named Tim Minear.

The premise, as the title suggests, is that fictional Tim never wrote for Buffy. However, Tim is so continually linked to/credited with writing BtVS, that even Fictional Sarah Michelle Gellar starts giving interviews, talking about working with Tim.

Soon, the SMG character turns up dead. Tim is, of course, the main suspect, but is quickly cleared, because obviously, if he's our lead in a sitcom, he is not the killer.

Each week, a new Mutant Enemy alum comes under suspicion for the murder of SMG: Alyson Hannigan, Charisma Carpenter, Seth Green, ASH, Alexis, Julie, David, James Marsters, you name it. Some of them can be killed, too. At the end of each episode, as the ME alum of the week is cleared, the running joke will be that even with all the publicity from the case, Tim is *still* linked to BtVS.

Although a TV writer by day, fictional Tim turns into an amateur detective by night, not because this case just isn't going away, but because he is obsessed with finding a way to get the press to stop perpetuating the false link between him and BtVS. Tim enlists the help of the cast of the show he is currently producing. These will be our other sitcom regulars and should include Tom Lenk, and of course, Armin Shimerman (who will be your Lou Grant character).

In the penultimate episode of the series, all signs re killing SMG will point to Joss Whedon. Maybe he'll even go to trial. But in the series finale, we'll see you, Joss, and every guest who has ever appeared, sitting in a swanky L.A. bar, watching a cop/Bronco chase on TV. The LAPD have finally caught onto and are after the real killer: Kristy Swanson.

In Bitches:

Steph: Unless Tim Burton makes a cameo in the book, I think your statement is vague enough to be non-spoilery.

D. Griswold: The next book wil be called "Harry Potter and the Black-clad Director of Doom," pass it on.

Jilli with words on how to live ... or at least how to dress:

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

...

Ha! No, absolutely no ironing needed in the JilliWardrobe. Lots of flowy black lace and stretch velvet, plus some wool, silk, or non-stretch velvet that involves going to the dry cleaning place, but no ironing. A frock coat means never having to iron your blouses.

Mikey: "HEY... MANSQUITO!!!"

ita: Is that to the tune of Macarena?

Wolfram: Oh crap, it is now.

Gus: The fact that I am an insomniac that has been posting all night on a number of boards does not in any way diminish the fact that I have a conference call in about fifteen minutes in a language I learned imperfectly in my fifties.

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David S: Can you imagine how much it sucked to live in the Soviet Union from the 30s through the 50s?

Nutty: The best part is, you spend 15 years starving and/or being oppressed like crazy, and then you have to turn around and spend 5 years going, "Wait, okay, we don't want to be Soviets, but we don't want to be/be massacred by Nazis either." Like, does Fate have to choke a bitch??