Shine On You Crazy Diamond

ASK ME ANYTHING

I will never be multi-fannish. I know this. I am a Cocker Spaniel of fandom loyalty. My Buffyverse investment wanes and ebbs, but it never subsides. It's currently cranked up to 11. I've been spending my snow days re-watching eps (currently season seven, two and five, in no particular order) and reading and re-reading fic (and leaving comments because I am AWESOME!) uploading fic to archives and reading old meta and scribbling a line or two of fic (yeah, I have no illusions about how that will turn out) and all-out wallowing in a love for the Buffyverse that will never die. It pops out of my subconscious in random quotes and geeky non sequiturs. Reading the fic makes me want to be a better writer; watching the show makes me want to be a better person. And to quote the prescient Miss Dionne Warwick, I know I'll never love this way again.

And I'm pretty much exhausting cityphonelines and lunabee34 with my shiny (old) obsession. So.

IP logging is always off (stalk me, all ye young and tender maidens) anonymous comments are always on: Ask me anything about the Buffyverse. About 'ships (canon and unconventional.) About plotlines controversial or contrived. About characters and my love or lack thereof. About the Buffy fandom that was, and what little I see of the Buffy fandom that is. Ask my opinion of a fic you wrote if you want honesty (I'll squee if I squee, I'll email if I concrit.) Ask me about a fic I wrote, or one I didn't write, or one I should have. Ask me about Buffy's coats or Xander's shoes, Cordy's hair or Giles' eyes. Ask me why I love Xander, or why I love, hell, Vi. I don't care.

Ask me anything, just let me talk about my Buffy-love because Caza's heard it all for 10 years and Jonah's 18-month-old contribution is to yell, "Kitty-cat!" whenever Angel vamps out and growls. (I shit you not -- it's a thing of beauty and joy forever.)

ASK ME ANYTHING -- as long as you're humming Nerf Herder under your breath.