To not exist (one day, for all (t)ime)

It’s not often that I *plonk* someone from my life. It really isn’t, honest.

Postcondition: For a couple bucks’ worth or less of gas (in late 2003 dollars), I have an attack lizard to guard my server. And a small amount of added experience dealing with my annoyingly nonlinear species.

QOTD: “Infected, pathogen spread / By something written, something said” – Me (Mindvirus)