TBAY: How were the TBAYs chosen?

[Jen Reese]

Carolyn Havisham is sitting quietly at her desk, pumps off and feet 
resting on her enormous antique desk. She reads from a book by 
Machiavelli, sniggering occasionally and reaching for leftover 
birthday sweets between the turning of pages. What plans she has in 
store after reading Machiavelli are unclear at present, but she 
certainly appears delighted by the content.

The door opens quietly, so quietly Carolyn jumps a little when she 
notices Jen out of the corner of her eye. "Hmm..my senses must be 
dulled by the sugar..I didn't even hear her approach," Carolyn 
murmers to herself. Swinging her legs off the desk and assuming her 
usual regal posture, Carolyn quirks an eyebrow up in response to 
Jen's presence. "Yes?"

"Well, you see...it's our TBAY. Mine and Boyd's. It appears to be, 
well, missing from the list. Surely this is only an error! I mean, 
BADD ANGST isn't LOLLIPOPS or MAGIC DISHWASHER material to say the 
least, but certainly we deserve a mention? If DARRIN GET A LIFE, 
DUDE and SIDS (Sirius Is Dead Sexy) get their day in the sun, BADD 
ANGST should be allowed to rest on the beach under the Dumbledore 
umbrella!" Jen finishes at least an octave higher than she started, 
her eyes flashing a bit in Carolyn's direction. "Oh, and while we're 
at it, I participated in DRIBBLE as well to a certain extent, a damn 
fine theory, if not completely filled out. Well, what say you?"

Carolyn stares at Jen, noticing that her scabbard is thankfully 
empty, the sword undoubtedly lying in Jen's closet until an 
emergency arises. As to whether this would constitute an emergency 
or not, Carolyn is unsure. 

"Ahem, yes...." 


Jen, who will understand if her own TBAY contributions need to be 
axed, but is curious how the TBAYs were chosen nonetheless.