Most times on Sundays Michael and I do something together, if only hang out and watch TV or something, or his parents come over, or I go visit my dad. But today Michael’s been off role-playing and I’m not visiting Dad. I’ve had the house all to myself and have been spending a lot of time re-reading my blog entries from way back in the day. It’s especially interesting looking at the responses in the comments section. There were some very thoughtful discussions going on in places. (See, for example, this entry with comments speculating about Bianca Piper.) Over the last six years regular commenters have come and gone, and more have appeared to replace them.
If you guys have ever wondered how I screen comments, the answer is that I don’t usually. I’m willing to put anything up that’s not spam. Except, that is, for this one time when for over a week a guy kept posting expletive-ridden comments in mostly all caps on my entries about a particular case, and I decided not to approve any of those. I have, in a few instances, removed comments after the fact at the request of those who posted them. And on a very few entries I’ve closed comments either because a discussion has gotten out of hand or because I’m afraid it will.
I’m really glad I started this blog even though it does take a bit of time and I know I write about irrelevant stuff way too much. I hope you’re glad to get to know me by reading this. It’s a way to release some of my feelings about cases, like the Relisha Rudd train wreck, and my general opinions about the missing people/cold cases world. I’m glad to have been able to connect with you guys over the last six years. And in spite of what a few people said at the time, I was really touched by the support I got after Rollo attacked me. That meant more to me than I can say.
Speaking of irrelevant topics though, I thought you guys might want an update about this. I had my EEG and it came out clean, as I figured it would. I really appreciate all the culinary ideas and suggestions and I’ve been trying them out. And, in case it ISN’T a diet problem — the diet is just an educated guess, and a “can’t hurt, definitely will help, cause you’ve been eating nothing but processed food for as long as you can remember” kind of thing, I’ve made an appointment with a neurologist connected to the University of Toledo. It’s for 8:30 a.m. and the trip is nearly two hours, plus of course I’ll have to arrive early, which means getting up at like 5:30 or so. Sigh. I might as well just stay up all night. And I have a feeling that this appointment isn’t going to accomplish much of anything. I feel like I’m just dotting i’s and crossing t’s at this point and hoping for the best.
Oh, and while it’s in my head, if anyone who lives in Wisconsin wants to meet me, I’m definitely going to that missing persons awareness event I mentioned earlier. I’ll pass out business cards and probably even give a speech or something. Maybe I should make pamphlets or something to hand out too, that explains what the Charley Project does.