Reruns.

I had forgotten how strangely appealing I found Lex to be when he rose up from the floor after the tornado, blood streaming down his face and quite visibly weighing his options.

Sometimes, I just love reruns.

In other topics, I really don't understand why I'm required to actually perform work while I'm on the clock. I don't see anything wrong with paying me to write fanfic, surf the 'net, and conduct personal business by telephone.

Surely these books and those customers can wait until I have less pressing matters on my private agenda.

And yes, that was liberal use of the sarcastic font.

That is all.

Getting there . . . .

Amazingly, I think I've made real progress with Medieval Clex. So . . . is there anyone out there interested in doing a beta job? I've already lined up the lovely kormanfan, but with a piece this ambitious, I'd feel more comfortable having a few extra sets of eyes.

I'm hoping to have it ready for a proper job by tomorrow morning . . . afternoon at the latest, and get it back for posting by Friday. Ideally, I'll only be one day late for deadline.

So. Anyone out there willing to commit to a 24-hour turnaround time? Keeping in mind, of course, that if the muses desert me, I'll be stuck until they come back and this entire request will become academic.

And with that caveat . . . anyone? ::: looks around hopefully :::