A/N: I'm not going to post an author's note here. I'm just going to let the chapter do the talking. Except… I am kinda doing an author's note right now, but… *scratches head* Well, you know what I mean. And if you don't… well… I guess you're the sane one out there!

Reflections

Chapter Thirty-Two: Random Digression Part 3

BEFORE YOU CLICK THE CLOSE BUTTON IF YOU READ THROUGH TO THE END THERE IS A FUNNY TREAT FOR YOU FAITHFUL READERS! AS IF THIS LITTLE DIGRESSION ISN'T CRAZY ENOUGH! :)

No, guys, this isn't an actual chapter. It is, in fact, another pathetic excuse and an appeal for you guys not to kill me. You see…

I've started school back. And I'm busy. And I'm sick. And, well, see, my roommate has gotten me hooked on Supernatural, and I'm trying to watch all five seasons that she owns in an unseemly amount of time.

But, my children, do not despair, for there is hope on the horizon!

*dramatic music plays dramatically from some unknown source in the sky*

Here's the light at the end of this long, dark, laughterless tunnel OF DOOM:

After I get to feeling better and get caught up on all my homework from missed classes, I am going to make it a point to update this and every other one of my stories that need updating. This includes Moments, The Visiting Prince, The Most Hallowed Alliance, It's Elemental, My Dear Merlin, Oh, Brother, and Make Every Minute Count. And, of course,

REFLECTIONS!

I know what you're thinking – really, I do, unlike dear Merlin-kins, I am psychic. Right now you're thinking that I'm a lame excuse for a person and that I smell like frog guts because I can't be bothered to update this story in like two freaking months! You're also thinking that Colin Morgan is a Elvan god of pale, magical goodness and that Arthur is the hunkiest hunk-muffin in the history of all muffin-types. How? Because I'm PSYCHIC.

Anyway, as I say, I know what you're thinking – because I'm psychic, remember; I don't really want to have to go through this whole spiel again – and besides what you're thinking up there, you're also thinking that there's no way I'm going to be able to finish this before series 4 airs. Yes, I know. I'm thinking it, too, and it doesn't really sadden me all that much. Because it means that series 4'll be here in ONE MONTH FROM TODAY! *dies of pure happiness* *re-spawns in order to keep rambling*

But I plan on trying to "blog" series 4 AS it airs, that way I can keep up with it better than I did this one. That being said, if I'm going to be able to keep up with both Reflections, my posts probably won't be as detailed and I'll just have to tell my OCD self that there's no reason why I have to cover every single freaking millisecond of the show, because I don't. At least, I don't think I do. Then again, I also didn't think that Arthur would actually kill Timmy the Turkey, so it's fair game. We'll see how it goes.

We'll also see how "Blogging Merlin and Yes I Borrowed the Name from Dan Bergstein's Blogs but It's Okay Because I Gave Him Credit and Because I'm Not a Baby-Dating Werewolf" (seriously, go check out Blogging Twilight/Harry Potter, my inspiration! Do it, now – but not until after you've reviewed to let me know you're still out there. Somewhere.) turns out and maybe I'll even do series 1 and 2 – but not until AFTER 3 and 4 have been completed.

Okay, well I've gone over just about all my plans for this story/blog/review and have told you more than you probably wanted to know, so now I'll go over my insurance policy with you guys, as well as the payment agreement on that batch of chocolate chip cookies I get delivered to my dorm every hour, and I'll also teach you how to boringly and tediously stare at a wall until you go blind. It'll be great fun!

No? *sighs* Fine. Okay. Whatevs. But I'm warning you, wall-staring isn't as easy as you may think!

And now, to conclude this little rambling message, I will leave you with a preview for the next episode of Merlin that I will review: Queen of Hearts.

In a world of satire and blood-lusting fanfiction writers, the destiny of a great pork-chop rests on the shoulders of an old hoodlum wearing a dress – robe; what's the difference? Fine, an old hoodlum wearing a man-dress – his name… DRAGOON THE GREAT!

[Melodramatic cliché drama soap opera music plays]

In the next installment of DRAGOON, or Danger Rages Always Great Ocelot Open Nincompoop (now you see why we just call it DRAGOON, our old, frail, and wrinkly hero confronts the worst of beasts – a creature so ugly and terrifying that one look will turn you into MARSHMELLOWS! *pause for dramatic effect*

Dragoon must fight this molly-wolly-frou-spitz and reunite the emotionally unstable, meat loving prince with his long lost pork chop of doom.

And how does the Queen of Hearts come into this, you might ask?

The Queen of Hearts comes gallivanting into the scene with her croquet mallet poised above her pallet and demands that it's "Off With Her Head!" for Queen Gwen, whose heart has gone out for more than one Romeo, I might answer.

Will Dragoon ever rescue Fredrick the Pork Chop? Will Timmy the Turkey ever come back to life? Will the cold, wet well people ever get their justice on the unfair feudal system of the Middle Ages? Will Sandra and Robinesto ever get back together again? Will Emachinescat ever stop making fun of soap operas?

Find out in the next installment of "Reflections: Series 3" to find out…

I've got you all hooked now, line and sinker, right? Right? Guys! *sighs* Come on, guys, don't make me lure you back with a Round Table plus Warlock shirtless volleyball game again! *grins* Oh, even better this time – a sockless checker match! Be there or be square, and be looking for the next chapter of this story/blog/review thing, coming up as soon as my stomach stops pretending to be a Revolutionary battlefield and my head stops pretending it's a bongo!

In the meantime, lemme know your thoughts about my plans, wit, and silliness, please? Also, if it's not too much to ask, can you bring me a rubber band, two pints of butterbeer, a gallon of gasoline, and a copy of Twilight? I've got some plans, but I need your help. *chuckles evilly* Team Arthur, watch your backs! WHAT!

A/N: Nah, I'm not threatening Team Arthur. Although Team Triple M (Morgana/Morgause/Mordred) – you're going down! WHAT WHAT! Wait, what? Oh, what the heck. See ya on the flip side! Review this crazy rant of silliness? Pwease? If I know people are still out there that want to read the rest, I'll be a faster updater, promise!

~Emachinescat ^..^