Apologies, excuses, and scratching at the door

["thoth" <thoth183@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hey all, this is thoth (with a small t, please, I am *not* dissing an ancient Egyptian god, it could be unhealthy), missing since the end of last year, and trying to slide back into active list life. Some of you might remember me, I hope, while the rest of you are thinking 'who *is* this boob?'.

One of the problems with coming out of deep lurkdom, especially after beinga fairly regular poster (I was, honest), is figuring out how to gracefullysneak back in without appearing to be a complete and total idiot.

I suppose I *could* go through the list archives and write a short note to each writer about each fic they've written since I went bye-bye. Of course,that would mean a whole *lot* of posts hitting the list one after the other, filling up inboxes with my inane drivel, thereby pissing off everyone, and probably getting my sorry ass banned, like, forever. Not to mention the medical bills for my now terminal case of Carpel Tunnel <ouch>. So I'm not gonna do it. Instead, I'm offering a general apology to the authors for enjoying your stories without telling you how *much* I enjoyed your stories. They made what has to have been the worst season of BTVS relatively bearable. Thank you, sincerely.

On to the excuses. Well, my 'puter melted down. Twice. That's always fun. One of these days I may actually backup my files (yeah, right, like that's really gonna happen). I found myself with a lot more work than usual (ahh, the joys of self-employment). There were some family problems I won't bore you with. In other words, RL gave me a cosmic wedgie. Ennh, it happens. I got over it.

Oh yeah, my dog left me, my horse ran off with my girl, and my truck died (see what happens when you listen to too much Country music? Don't let this happen to you!!). Sorry, couldn't help myself. <g>

Plus, it's really embarrassing to just show up and start FBing stories after a prolonged absence. I'll always be wondering which writer is reading my post and thinking 'where was this putz when I was sweating blood over *my* story'. Silly, I know, but I do guilt really well. It's a gift.

So, this is me, poking my head through the door, and hoping for a gentle re-entry. Try not to hurt yourselves laughing.

thoth

P.S. Hey, Dan, when you write up your reviews for upcoming eps? You might want to put a warning label about reading them while consuming carbonated beverages. That stuff hurts like the dickens when it spurts out of your nose.hee hee. :)