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I did not forget that I need to make a post this week; I've thought about it at various points. I just don't have a particular topic to discuss. One of my closest friends from back East, whom I've known since elementary school (though we were in different grades and met as a result of having the same violin teacher), is in town on business this week and next, so I've been spending some time with him. I also spent an evening having dinner and really good conversation about role-playing games and designs with John (that's his game design blog I've linked to, normally I link to his rarely-updated website which is also linked over there in the right column as "Feng"); and I've spent the other free time working on editing Stranger Things, John's current RPG project which will be released before the end of the year (no, really). What I'm trying to say is, I have been busy, which is why I'm updating so late this week.
I received a letter from the US Justice Department a couple weeks ago, informing me that the people accused of being involved in the burglary had pleaded guilty, so there would be no trial and the matter was over. But then a few days later I was surprised to get a call from the Secret Service. It turns out that eight of the defendents pleaded guilty, but the other two are actually going to trial. The Secret Service were calling me because, besides protecting the President and certain other important people, their actual and original job is to investigate fraud and identity theft. (I'm sure some people know this, all I knew was that they were connected to the Treasury Department before the Homeland Security Dept. absorbed everything.) So, because it's going to trial, they're bringing me in as a witness, though supposedly all I'll have to do is appear and testify that the stolen check and account number were mine and that I did not authorize anyone to use them. Tuesday morning I met with the district attorney to talk about what'll happen at the trial. The trial's now scheduled to begin December 5.
Despite my complaints in my previous post, I'm still probably going to go home for Christmas. I need to get caught up on my checkbook some time this weekend, and that'll let me figure out what I'm actually sending my credit cards - I may actually send a small amount this month and pay them the larger amount next month, just so I'll have the extra money around when I make my first mortgage payments and I can assess how that'll affect me. But as I was saying, I'll take care of my checkbook and bills and then I'll have a better idea of how affordable the trip home will be. Scott, the aforementioned visiting friend, will be going to his parents' for Christmas, so that's added incentive for me to make the trip.
Recently Alkelda (aka TonyD's wife) wrote about "other people's stories", some of her favorite blog entries by other people. She kindly included my original post about pants. Pants do seem to be a winning topic for bloggers. She also linked to Scott Dierdorf's hilarious account of trying to buy luggage without losing his pants. And this week Sundry wrote about her own post-pregnancy pants-purchasing problems (after her next update, the relevant entry should be found here).
I think that will do for this evening. It's late, and tomorrow I have a lot to do. I'm having my condo-warming party later tonight (that is, Saturday night), so I need to do some cleaning and also go out to buy some stuff, and I'm likely to sleep rather late this morning.
I received a letter from the US Justice Department a couple weeks ago, informing me that the people accused of being involved in the burglary had pleaded guilty, so there would be no trial and the matter was over. But then a few days later I was surprised to get a call from the Secret Service. It turns out that eight of the defendents pleaded guilty, but the other two are actually going to trial. The Secret Service were calling me because, besides protecting the President and certain other important people, their actual and original job is to investigate fraud and identity theft. (I'm sure some people know this, all I knew was that they were connected to the Treasury Department before the Homeland Security Dept. absorbed everything.) So, because it's going to trial, they're bringing me in as a witness, though supposedly all I'll have to do is appear and testify that the stolen check and account number were mine and that I did not authorize anyone to use them. Tuesday morning I met with the district attorney to talk about what'll happen at the trial. The trial's now scheduled to begin December 5.
Despite my complaints in my previous post, I'm still probably going to go home for Christmas. I need to get caught up on my checkbook some time this weekend, and that'll let me figure out what I'm actually sending my credit cards - I may actually send a small amount this month and pay them the larger amount next month, just so I'll have the extra money around when I make my first mortgage payments and I can assess how that'll affect me. But as I was saying, I'll take care of my checkbook and bills and then I'll have a better idea of how affordable the trip home will be. Scott, the aforementioned visiting friend, will be going to his parents' for Christmas, so that's added incentive for me to make the trip.
Recently Alkelda (aka TonyD's wife) wrote about "other people's stories", some of her favorite blog entries by other people. She kindly included my original post about pants. Pants do seem to be a winning topic for bloggers. She also linked to Scott Dierdorf's hilarious account of trying to buy luggage without losing his pants. And this week Sundry wrote about her own post-pregnancy pants-purchasing problems (after her next update, the relevant entry should be found here).
I think that will do for this evening. It's late, and tomorrow I have a lot to do. I'm having my condo-warming party later tonight (that is, Saturday night), so I need to do some cleaning and also go out to buy some stuff, and I'm likely to sleep rather late this morning.
