2) Reading this bit of meta about (what seems to me to be) a rather obvious point that writing about women can be feminist, and excluding them entirely might, er, not be. And then deciding that I cannot possibly psychoanalyze fandom from the comfort of my office chair.
3) Struggling with the next section of "Blackmail". Deciding that while it would be nice to be feminist, subversive, and not entirely heteronormative, I would settle for a realistically flawed depiction of Buffy. With girl parts. Which is apparently, at the moment, beyond me.
4) Wondering where exactly my husband is, because this is a tad late for no word whatsoever. ETA: Apparently at work. And now in the doghouse. Joy.