I guess this goes in the Big Folder Of Things That Never Happened, But Should Have. Along with making Michelangelo eat a caterpillar.
A writer's life is so very hard.
At least I got to make their hair fall out.
I see a few new faces around: please feel free to introduce yourselves, or lurk quietly in the corners, or comment as the spirit moves you. I don't always answer comments, especially when I am on a deadline deathmarch, like now, but I always appreciate them.
Beer and soda in the fridge, but I think we're out of ice again.