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.
So yesterday I was in the middle of updating when the plugins (I’m not even sure what those are) decided they didn’t like me anymore, and made it impossible to get anything done. I had to beg my designer Preston Winfrey for help and then he had to figure out what was going on and get the stupid plugins to work again.
Right around the time things got back to normal, Michael and our friend Larissa dragged me to Texas Roadhouse. The food there is all right but I am NEVER going there on a Friday night again. The noise was absolutely unbearable, particularly after the line dancing started. Crowded restaurants are not the greatest environment for an autistic person.
The conversation was about Michael and Larissa’s role-playing game, which I do not play. I barely said a word the entire time and mostly sat there stimming. Michael kept telling me to go to the bathroom if I needed a break from the noise, but I was afraid that if I did so, I wouldn’t be able to make myself come back to the table.
What a night.
The Missouri Highway Patrol has a bunch of new cases up and I’m going to try to add the rest today. Plugins permitting.
I’m sorry this week’s featured missing person was featured late; I was being lazy and irresponsible. Anyway, this week it’s Nickolas Pogoneys, a 58-year-old man who disappeared from Apple Valley, California on December 1, 1993. They found his car with all his stuff inside, including his dentures, but the keys were missing.