In my hours of crisis, Mother Murphy shits on me...

I don't have any idea where the comments went. They were here yesterday. They were here Saturday. They were here Friday evening when I finally fixed all my fumbling about in the ether under the influence of the same and got all the links pointing in the same direction, which is all progress is, am I not correct? Everyone pushing the same direction with lemming-like frivolity?

So this morning, I checked the site, and no comments. Anywhere. It was like being in a room full of voters.

With JS-Kit, I can't go back and recover comments because I have yet to find a way to view the comments wherever they are stored on Ted Stevens' elaborate system of tubes to nowhere, which probably ends somewhere deep inside Sarah Sirhan Palin's pontificating poop chute, so I posted a test, hoping that it would fail which would indicate that something wasn't working on their end, but NO! The post appeared, saying Testes! Testes! followed by post from a reinstated virtual field hand at Maggie's Farm.

So I sent another message to JS-Kit tech support on the outside chance that someone can locate and restore or relocate and herd the missing comments back to their appropriate posts, and I've got my insignificant penis crossed, but I'm not particularly confident that the past, which Obama says we should not dwell on, can be resurrected, unless it involves the zombie flu and it bites the top of your head off while you are trying to get some rest and sucks the last of your gray matter out and demands that you admit that you feel a hell of a lot better.

So I'm testing other comment systems on a couple of sites I've got in imaginary urbane renewal, but here's my one minute wish: everyone who sees this post will leave a comment and those comments will stick to this post like glue.

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