Into this mix comes a story last night -- there's always a story, the blasted things follow me around like an endless supply of Serta sheep -- and this one has bigger teeth and a bad attitude.? Like most of them, it got in my face, but this one talked.? It said -- in a quasi-Clint Eastwood voice -- "Go ahead, plot me, you know you want to."? Then it hovered, just inside my peripheral writer's vision, all black leather and gunmetal and pretty white teeth.? This is where the Church Lady from SNL would say, "Oh my, is it SATAN?"