verbing, they finally verbed.

I pruned my friends' list viciously, as part of a perpetual daily escalating series of self-dares (next I'll be telling you I married a super-thin bitch with huge gams who buys and sells seals) designed to get my ass back on the internet, back into fandom, back writing again. As currency, I offer some verbs I'd promised in the year of our lord ought-four, or maybe early ought-five. As I ease back online, you can be sure I'll expand my friends' list again, but for now I'm feeling overwhelmed; isolated and scared. And until Karl Rove resigns or Bush fires him I'm still working eleven hour days; until we get a new Supreme Court Justice or at least until Rehnquist makes up his addled mind, I'm all scared and alone and Democratic and busy and my LEG HURTS. But they say writing soothes the savage breast. Mmm.

Several Hundred Lines About Women in General. Verbing, They Verbed. Installment One:

For bexxa ( Ivanova, Primping )

House coveting, Sam Seaborn making and Vir kissing coming soon. The rest to unspool forthwith.