1) In my last spamfic entitled $*&@!, I neglected to add a disclaimer, nor
did I mention FFIRC or Mike Allen's fic Misty.  I thought that I ought to
make those corrections.  Thanks to everyone who responded, I love you all,
and it proves to me that people *do* take the time to comment on stuff. 

2) In general, I've been busy studying for a physics test (and I failed it
miserably.  Hopefully, everyone else will too, and they'll curve the
sucker.  I doubt it, though.) last week and I haven't gotten to the people
for whom I've promised to preread.  I'll try to catch up this week,
(though at the tail end of the week, I'll have to begin studying for a
math exam.  Bleh!). 

3) Meow!

-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then 
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner, 
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of 
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I was betrayed.  "Tell me."
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao." he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the 
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...