Hell of a way to spend a week ( Read more... )

Stakes, check.

Extra shirt, pants and boots, check.

Pocket Kama Sutra, check.

Ok, think I'm ready for Boston.

First one brings up Star Wars, or comic books, or Babylon 5, dies a horrid, painful death. And since I'm driving, I'm in charge of the bloody radio, so William Shatner sings is right off of the playlist.

Why do I have a bad feeling ( Read more... )

First, and I need to say this before anything else... Sod the French, or the Dutch or whoever it was that invented hollandaise sauce. Eggs and lemon juice and all sorts of other things... Things tha burn and smell bad and don't work very well on top of eggs.

Once I got her out of bed though, things picked up a bit. Watched some godawful skating ( Read more... )

Appears we need some new rules here at Slayer Central.

1. If you really feel like pulling down my pants, expect to deal with the repercussions. Which, for you, Harris, and I'm including Andrew in this as well, is a right wallop on the noggin.

2. There will be no... and I mean no... mentioning any of Spike's exes while Buffy is in the room. Yes, ( Read more... )

Niblet's home, safe as houses. Say what you want about Angel, but he would sooner wear a primary color than let a damsel in distress get hurt. Especially if Lindsey's in the mix. Wonder why Peaches hates him so bad. Must be in some sort of denial ( Read more... )

Not used to fixing things with my brain. Kinda like it.

See, over the past few days... nah, sod all that, everyone's already done the recappy bit in their own journals. Suffice it to say, ol' Spike came through again, saving the day at the last minute. Getting to be a hobby, really.

/Firewalled against everyone but yours truly.My obsession was ( Read more... )

Easy as pie, that was. Enlisted a little help from down the hall, and it was done, quick as you please, with Buffy none the wiser.

She'll be safe now, like it or not...

Quiet time at the Casa Spike. Buffy's off with one of the Slayerettes. The gay one, I think. Wait, need to be more specific, don't I? Colleen, I believe. They're popping out of closets around here faster than Boogeymen at a sleepover.I'm sure she'll do be fine. Not the first time she's gotten her slay on without me around, right? And she's got ( Read more... )

Been an unbelievably good few days. Week? Dunno. Last thing been on my mind was the calendar, lately. Or the computer, sadly ( Read more... )

Well.

Better than expected, that was.