First, my sympathies to Joyce. Having spent Thursday reformatting & reinstalling, I can appreciate a little of what she's going through, tho. at least I had most of my stuff on disks. (I still feel lobotomized, though.) The one consolation is that not only do I now have LOTS of disk space to clutter up, but a problem with one of my speakers cleared up completely. (We're going to see, though, if I've configured Eudora correctly...)
Second, thanks so much to Minnie -- it's wonderful!
Third,
You're the BBC Christmas Fairy (goodness knows what you look like, probably
Who would you give the wishes to, and what would they be?
Vila: a week with all those virgins in red fur (it was red fur, wasn't it? I haven't yet come to that ep in my recent rewatching. &, come to think of it, it was virgins, too, right?), in the high-roller's suite in the best hotel in Freedom City -- & a very fast ship to get him & his harem out of there when the inevitable happens & he has to leave town in a hurry.
Jenna: a week on one of those fanfic planets where she & Blake have to pretend to be married, & the inevitable happens, & Blake realizes his deep, abiding -- oh, you know the rest.
Travis: one of those all-in-one tools (it's a hammer! it's a screwdriver! it's a wrench!) for those quick repairs -- & a collection of life-size Blake dolls to practice on when the inevitable happens & Travis has his gift re-engineered into one of those all-in-one weapons (it's a gun! it's a tazer! it's a laser-targeted guided missile launcher!).
feste who knows darn well that's not the way she'll show up on the list