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Of course it was all a fabulous web of lies spun by Andrew, who wants Spike to move on for reasons of his own.

Okay, I read with attentive respect all the ops of those hating on Ep 20, and I can only think about how rarely I laugh out loud at TV. Like never.

This ep convulsed me, and I thought it was a deft attempt to resolve the unresolvable, from a show standing on the cancellation scaffold. It was brave and merry. It was loony and sweet.

Ach, whatever. Perhaps I'm just too easy to please.

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Oh, what shall I do? I have three paragraphs of Ronin. That's how far I've come in a month.

*#&%$@!! I've been ill. I've had car trouble. I've lost all confidence in my ability to write anything but crap after the last chapter -- I've even had bad dreams about my assbite writing. Events intruded! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood --! /Belushi

I'm trying to re-color the t-shirt design I did for the TatF Writercon contingent, as someone hath sensibly pointed out that my faux-sepia palette will make anyone who wears it look like she has the yaws. What I'd really like to do is push it off on somebody with an ounce of inspiration and go to bed.

No takers? No? Time to open the windows, then, and summon tornados, and drink some vino. And, uh, rock the 80s!

*hobbles arthritically to CD player*