A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

Say it isn't so. No, say it was so, but it was just a cruel joke. Say that WB is canceling Angel freeing you to pick it up on your own network, JW. That's what's happening, right?

Although I know you aren't responsible for Angel finishing up this May, (I have to assume it wasn't you, you sneeky devil-writer), I can't help but hate this, and you, as deeply as I care about your Universes. How dare you present to us Buffy, Angel, then Firefly, only to have them snatched away.

If you promise to bring us something more, I'll love you again. And this time I won't be so fickle. What can I do?
Write a letter? Provide names and addresses.
Create a scene? I'll dangle babies AND flash a nipple-shield.
Stage a protest? I'll start a petition (just found one here) or sit in at a local Burger King,
Declare myself a consumer and promise to buy all related merchandise? Okay.
Just show me where to sign, buddy-ol'-pal, and I'll sign.

I don't know what I'm to do! Tell me, please. What should I do, Joss? I'm lost. At one time, I could've relied on you and your show, and now I'm just cast a drift. Am I supposed to watch Who Wants to Marry a Million Bearded Ladies? How will I fill the void that has been created. How will I resolve my issue with trust? How can I make this ever-pressing sadness go away?

I know you aren't responsible. I know that a show cannot remain on the air indefinitely, (except for Cops). Things happen and we must move on, at least I have my DVDs, (a security blanket, if you will.) What I'm feeling could be likened to the grieving process. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance.

You bunny-hating-tramp.