I'm posting this tonight in the hopes that it will clear up the misunderstanding surrounding the disappearance of Deborah Lindsay Kane, at the risk of my personal ridicule.

Sticks and stones and all that. None of it will matter after tonight. Consider this my one pathetic attempt as an apology if nothing else.

It's sort of my fault would happen.

Even in her heyday, internet blogger Sugarcane was just another web comedian.

She was funnier than average and certainly skilled with a pen,

but otherwise no more remarkable than the rest. For years, the circumstances surrounding her

disappearance were only occasionally mentioned, and only the most obscure threads on a couple of

forums. She would have been forgotten forever if those city workers hadn't found the tape recorder last Monday.

Sugar Kane's true identity was a boyishly cute redhead named Deborah Lindsay Kane.

Her sister Peyton described her as, quote, a bag full of fists, nails, and opinions, just looking

for an excuse to burst open on somebody, nourished by beer in spite, since our Papa

died in 91.

Deborah unintentionally began her career as a humor blogger when she let her friends talk

her into setting up a MySpace account.

She thought blogs were self-absorbed, whiny, and without substance, and thus used

her MySpace page to parody the asinine ramblings of her peers.

After a while, she graduated to belittling popular culture and occasionally

reviewing books, comics, movies, and whatever hate mail she received from her growing reader base.

She quickly realized people enjoyed her writing, and by mid-2005, she ditched her MySpace account and set up her own humor site, Sugarcane Junction.

Despite Deborah's more than decent writing, the site was mediocre at best.

Most net junkies likely never knew she existed, much less that she'd vanished and possibly been murdered, until the

city workers found the tape.

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