I know the holiday season can be difficult for people who have lost loved ones, either to death or disappearance. It’ll be hard for my family this year as we lost my brother Brendan in February; he died in a work accident at 49.
My heart goes out to all the families and friends of missing persons this year. I hope next year provides you with answers as to what happened.
Michael, Kinsey, the cats and I will be spending Christmas with our families. Christmas Eve with my family, Christmas Day with his.
I am grateful to all my Charley Project fans and blog readers and I hope y’all have a merry Christmas this year.
I just got Orville back from the computer hospital. It turns out they had to update the BIOS, which is a really important thingamajig (I know absolutely nothing about computers). Orville seems to be as good as new now, which is great because I was getting a bit bored of reading and watching TV.
Thanks for all the support!
Yeah, so this afternoon Orville failed to restart after a Windows update, by which I mean the screens are both black, the keyboard doesn’t seem to be working either, and I can’t even get a restart in Safe Mode.
I can’t think of anything else to do but drag him to the shop tomorrow. Perhaps nothing in particular is wrong. Perhaps Orville is just sulking and they can fix him in a jiffy, or perhaps it will be an intensive and expensive repair. I have no idea; computers mystify me.
It costs $50 for them to even look at it, and things go up from there. Money will be tight this month anyway, as my car insurance is due. Any donations towards the cost of the repair will be appreciated.
Per WordPress, yesterday is the tenth anniversary of the day I started blogging.
Certainly a lot has happened since then! I began as a mere infant of 23, and the Charley Project was less than half its current size. I am now 33, aka a Real Adult, and the Charley Project numbers almost 13,000 lost souls.
As far as how I’ve changed since I’ve started, besides the usual maturity that comes with getting older, I’ve noticed I am also a lot less judgmental and less emotional in general about the cases I write about. Like, if a missing child’s family refuses to talk to the media, I used to be all like “what is wrong with them, that doesn’t sound right at all, were they maybe involved?” And now I’m like, “That is their right. I’m not them and cannot conceive of what they’re going through.” I’m a lot less inclined to speculate about cases as well. The more I learn, the less I feel I really know.
I have some stuff in the works about this site which is very exciting but which I can’t elaborate on yet.
I would like to be able to make a living off what I do (the whole working-for-free thing cannot continue indefinitely) but that hasn’t happened yet.
This week’s featured missing person is Diana Affana Hammonds, a 38-year-old woman who disappeared from Atlanta, Georgia on September 4, 2010.
Diana had some issues in her life, namely a crack cocaine habit. She had two sons as well; I don’t know how old they were or whether she had custody of them. The last time anyone heard from her, she called a friend and asked for some money to pay a bill and said she had to go to the hospital. She promised to call him back, but she never did, and vanished without a trace.
Sadly, I doubt she’s still alive.