Oh, uh, and I've been unkidnapped. Thanks to everyone who was looking for me. I'm fine, aside from having lost my California tan and suffered a severe case of boredom and pizza deprivation. You'd think kidnappers would be humane enough to at least leave their victims with some books or a deck of cards or anything. You can only do so many push-ups, after all.
Still, that was the best rescue I've ever been part of, for all that I was the rescuee instead of one of the rescuers. First two dozen off-duty policemen swarm in--to say nothing of everyone on the perimeter, half the LAPD were there--and then this gorgeous redhead with a sword runs up, kisses me, and asks me to marry her.
Seriously, thanks to everyone who was looking for me. I'm grateful, I really am. I mean it.