Damnit, This Can't Happen Now

No, not an early baby arrival. That can happen almost anytime and things will be alright.

No, I can't lose my damned keys now, that would really unnecessarily complicate and slow down everything.

Damnit, they had better be at home somewhere or I'm seriously fubar'ed.

By the way, there's a Plain Layne Comment Box community that's been begun over on Orkut (that's right, all your data are belong to Google). If anyone wants to join, drop me a note (drop the nospam) and I'll send you an invite. Is it silly and a little warped to work to keep alive the memory of a blogger who's given up the ghost and moved on and may not have even been real in the first place? Yeah but so what, the best parts of the internet have always been goofs.

[Double update action: One, the keys were under the damned couch so that's one crisis averted. Two, the Orkut community mentioned above took a couple of steps and the fell square on its face, deleting most things and basically filling its fresh little diaper with cyber dookie.

Perhaps "Layne" doesn't like the idea of the community continuing on in spite of her running away. With a strap on dildo.

Now the call to action is to capture and recapture as much of the site as possible before it slips away forever. Some folks are creeped out, others are tittilated and think that Layne will come back just to pat us all on the head and say "Nice doggy" or something.]