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OMG! This week totally sucked. And then it totally didn't. (Knock on wood.) Finally, I appear to have landed the story of my demented fantasies. Hopefully, it won't fall through. In any case, here's the rest.

I blathered on about everything and the kitchen sink on Twitter.

On Slate's XX Factor, I was cranky, I scored a front page link thanks to a misogynist beaver, and I was sort of feminist for, like, a second.

At the Frisky, I rocked chainmail stockings, considered the cyclops, and got to know Dr. Manhattan's penis.

Hopefully, I will be going to Los Angeles in April. We will see. Have a wonderful weekend because I am giving you no other choice than to do as I say.