Second ET of the year: John Gregson

My second Executed Today entry is up: John Gregson, who died on this day in 1870, hanged in England for a brutal-but-banal domestic homicide. Had he committed the crime ten years earlier he might have gotten off with a manslaughter conviction, since he clearly did not intend to kill his wife. But by the late 1860s, British judges and juries were starting to get tired of these sorts of crimes, and he DID kick her repeatedly with iron-soled shoes after all.

A medley of a few things

I’m going to update today, finally, and resume updating regularly. This year hasn’t gotten off to a great start for me. The Headache has decided to resume kicking me around. Often the pain isn’t really that bad — sort of hovering in the “annoying” range — but it’s just that it. never. goes. away. and it really wears you down.

I had a frank and rather uncomfortable conversation with my family doctor, Dr. Han, about it all, and she basically said she did not think she was able to help me. Fortunately, there’s a new pain management clinic — been around less than a year — and she’s referred me to them. They’ll call me on Monday. At present I’m pain-free, but that’s only because of Vicodin.

On the other hand, mentally I’m doing much better. I had to have three medication adjustments between September and December. Finally I’m back on an even keel there.

You’ll recall that back in October I was interviewed by Ed Dentzel for the “Unfound” podcast. Well, I suggested that Ed interview Tad DiBiase, the “No Body” Guy. Ed did interview Tad and the interview is here. I recommend you check it out. Tad works gratis as a consultant for MWAB cases and I think that’s awesome, great community service. One of my personal mottoes is “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” Meaning: use whatever resources and talents you possess to improve that world. That’s what Tad does.

On the sixth I had my first Executed Today entry of the year: Floyd Hewitt, a sixteen-year-old who was executed for a horrific double homicide 90 years ago. It’s a very sad story; Floyd had the mental capacity of a ten-year-old and didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of what he had done. Nowadays, due to both his age and his mental disability, he would have gotten a life sentence.

A few edits/additions

I have updated my “About the Administrator” page on Charley with a more detailed account of my life and an up-to-date description of my interests. My pet rats, for example, have all crossed the rainbow bridge, but Michael and I have two wonderful cats now. I included a link to the blog entry that explains my weird education — no, unlike what certain people have said, I have a diploma and not a GED, thank you very much.

I also added the Christmas Eve pic I posted on here, with me holding that ridiculously adorable puppy. I really like that picture and I really like my new cut and color (although the pink is getting a little bit lighter with each hair wash, sigh). I also really like that sweater I’m wearing; it’s my favorite. I got it off Etsy in 2014, using a gift card someone gave me for my birthday. The price was $20.24 including shipping, which is an awesome deal given that it’s 100% cashmere and looked as if it had never been worn, but then I looked up the brand when it arrived and discovered cashmere sweaters from that company retail for as much as $750! But anyway…

I have also updated the “Site History” page with bits about the Facebook and Twitter accounts. (I decided to list their dates of creation as the times when they were created by other people, not the times when I took over the running of them.) And I removed the bits about the links page and the disclaimer page since those no longer exist.

I haven’t heard from Jennifer Marra in like, ten years. Sometimes I wonder if maybe she reads this blog. Facebook, at one point, had her as one of the “people you may know” and suggested I friend her, but I didn’t. Jennifer and I may have parted ways, probably forever, but she was one of the most profound influences of my life and I personally owe her a great deal, as do many other people. I think of her every day and I always make sure to mention her to reporters and stuff when they ask me about how I got into missing people and how and why I founded the Charley Project. Wherever she is, I hope she’s well and happy.

Merry Christmas!

Hi everyone! Merry Christmas! I think my new medicine is starting to work finally, and Christmas went surprisingly well. Here’s a pic of me taken yesterday at my mom’s house. The only problem is that the puppy is not mine — it belongs to my cousins. He’s a six-week-old Jack Russell Terrier named Edison who got rejected by his mom. I kept making jokes about slipping him under my coat and stealing him because he’s so darn cute.

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I had my hair chopped off and dyed bright pink, obviously. I had it done last Sunday. It was almost a spur of the moment thing — I was thinking about getting a pixie cut, and was checking them out online Saturday night, and many of the pixie cut photos I saw had the hair dyed pink or green or whatever, and I thought: why not? So the next day I went off to a salon and here we are. I’ve dyed my hair any non-natural color before, or had it cut this short before. But I really like it and so does everyone else.

2016 seems to have kind of sucked for everyone, including me. I hope 2017 turns out to be better (though I’m not at all confident about that) and that many missing people get found this year.

ET: Cordella Stevenson

My first (of two, unless I write another) Executed Today entry of the month: Cordella Stevenson, a black woman who the victim of a horrific lynching in Columbus, Mississippi 101 years ago today. She didn’t even do anything “wrong,” not that anyone deserves that kind of death — she died because her son was suspected of arson. (Oh, and she was black.) The locals couldn’t find him so they took out their rage on her family. Of course no one was brought to justice. TJ Jarrett wrote a poem about her in her 2013 book, Ain’t No Grave.

It’s 11:20 and I’ve squeaked some updates in

There isn’t much today, I’m afraid. I hope to do more tomorrow.

I’ve been had a horrible grinding pain in my head for about forty hours now. This morning I called in a refill request for my headache meds to the doctor’s office and heard a new message on the prescription refill line: “please allow five business days.” I was desperately hoping this was just as CYA statement, but it seems they meant it. At any rate I hung around waiting all day and the prescription never got called in to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy recommended I go to the hospital. This I would have done, were it not for a dinner I was obligated to attend, on pain of domestic disharmony. I gave up, went home, got cleaned up, went to the dinner and managed to be pleasant and sociable. Michael told me I could go home early on account of the headache, but I still didn’t get home till after ten. Squeaked five updates in. He’s still not home. I’m not sure where he’s at; surely the restaurant will have closed by now.

Christ, my head hurts. And no sign of relief till tomorrow morning at least. And maybe not for another four business days, who knows? But hey, I suffered like this for A YEAR AND A HALF STRAIGHT at one time. I can handle this.

(A funny thing: my computer says it’s over an hour later than it actually is. Orville’s only problem — and this has been happening since I first got him in 2014 — is that his clock runs fast. I will occasionally reset it for the correct time, and within days I’ll be noticing it’s faster than it should be. I’ve never had a computer with that problem. I consulted Jamie The Computer Guru, who sold me Orville, and he says it’s probably a hardware problem and not worth the expense of fixing.)