It's all part of a cunning plan...

OK, I think I've figured out why Ms. Moran doesn't recognize Buffy in "Homecoming." It's 'cause she's really Vash! Who's come back to 20th century Earth and disguised herself as a teacher at Sunnydale possibly because the Hellmouth attracts things like that, or because she had something to investigate there, or possibly just because she felt like it. Anyway, she's clearly Vash. Q's probably lurking around there somewhere, if we look hard enough.

Oh yeah, in case anybody's not figured it out? Yes, I've been watching F/X in the mornings. :)

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I adore my hygienist. She does an excellent job cleaning my teeth, she's really nice, she keeps me entertained, and she remembers to mix up unflavored pumice for polishing my teeth. As of today, I know a bit about her sister, because this ended up being the topic of conversation. Said sister is a Buffy fan. :) Of the two dentists (I think they're married, but they have different surnames), I prefer the woman, because I trust her a bit more. But they're both very nice. My teeth feel clean and shiny, now.

I hated Starbucks already, just 'cause it's Starbucks, but now there's one in particular that I hate even more. (Unless this is a company-wide policy that I just hadn't encountered yet, in which case I think I may actually end up boycotting Starbucks altogether.) Anyway, at this particular Starbucks in Westwood Village, you can't plug in your laptop. You're allowed to use your laptop, of course, and it's even a T-mobile "hotspot." Not that any other sort of wireless works, though, apparently, and that just sucks. But to not be able to simply plug your computer into a power outlet? That's mean. They actually covered up all the wallplates. I discovered a jack in the floor that I was using, and one of the employees came up and told me I wasn't allowed to plug in my computer. I ask you.

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No, I didn't write this. But I had to post it. It made me laugh in a terrible sort of way.


I wish I were a yucca, a yucca, a yucca
A curly headed yucca, high on a woodsy hill.
I'd drink in desert sunshine,
More sunshine, more sunshine,
Into my creamy blossoms,
As I stood there proud and still.

But I wouldn't be a yucca, a yucca, a yucca
I couldn't be a yucca, unless I knew that you,
And Annabelle and Mother,
And Rose and Baby Brother,
And Tabbycat and Twinkletoes
Could all be yuccas too.


See if you can guess when it was written. :)

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Just discovered slash100, which allows me to feed my drabble habit a little bit more. So there's an R-rated drabble from me there, and another drabble (with a slightly longer version attached) at random_hundreds.