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Well, I'm soon to be leaving for the next week to go to DragonCon. Which means, when you get right down to it, that the hit count at Ogrish will go down, the entries in my email accounts will go up, and my oversexed friends list will be so wound up by the time I come home, it might be a good idea for me to leave a Santa Claus bag full of doorknobs to pass out to all the good boys and girls.

If I come home from the convention with James Marsters in my luggage, I promise to share him with the rest of you. Or, at the very least, taunt you with him from a safe distance.