FW: HD2 and Touch Pro 2 Stolen from Polaris Parkway 9286

 

 

Two black males one at leased 6ft. The other around 5'8 and 5'10. Taller one wearing a colorful striped polo and an Indians hat and the shorter male wearing black Aeropostle tee and black hat (and Chinese symbols on the back of his arms) Taller guy had half sleeves. In full view of 2 RSRs and 2 customers stole our HD2 and Touch Pro 2.

 

HD2 IMEI 357779030245466

Touch Pro 2 IMEI 358849020192801

 

Beige Car with license plate DCF6272

 

James W Simmons
Retail Sales Representative
WIRELESS VISION, LLC
T-Mobile Exclusive Retailer

 

Journal

Today marks the 10 day mark from when my head was split open by the dresser drawer. I need to contact adoctor to arrange to have my staples removed. All that remains of the revised Henchmen costumes for marcon is wing creation. The costume was put together on short notice, but it doesn't look too horrible. Today also marks 40 hours in 4 days. a hard earned 3 day weekend will be happily spent at Marcon.

 

Over the past few months I have felt like I have been spread thin. I am loosing some of the spark that makes me Jimmy. I feel I need to recenter myself, both inwardly and outwardly. I am making plans to consolidate my presence both online and IRL. Facebook and myspce I may keep up, but I doubt they will be playing any significant role in my life anymore. I will be keeping my twitter, but more for planning and passive entertainment. This haggard feeling is gawing at me. I think after i recenter myself I will be in bnetter spirits and better energy. I have been taking the stress counter survery from the Meyers-Briggs class I took with Alex Jarman a while ago, and my stress points continue to number in the several hundred.

 

The safe at work broke, and so my coworkers and I will be locked out of it for who knows how long. On the plus, the mytouch slide will be releasing soon, and 2.1 on my mytouch current is pretty fun.

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EGO sum non vestri deus
EGO sum vestri carnifex

Deja Vu

I seem to be very hard on cars recently. It seems like just yesterday that my Neon exploded in hellish fury. Before the Neon, I had my Bonneville with a severe masochistic boner for getting face fisted with fresh venison. Now, my Growling Green Chariot has busted a brake line. The left door is rather finicky on whether it wants to actually latch and keep me safe. My original instinct was to buy a new car asap. now that I have had time to think about things, it would be cheaper for me to fix the truck. The brake line should be fixed by the end of the weekend. Sonny and I are going to look for seats to replace my sheared ones, and an adjustment to the door will have it working like new again. the engine is still in good shape. A bit of TLC should have her running sweet again. My girlfriend has been more than amazing these past couple weeks, and without her support and the support of my family, I might have had a stress out moment. I am very grateful for my loved ones. We are nothing without our family. Taxes are just done. It appears that with my tapestry of W2s, i am only to be getting about half a grand back. It is much better than many of my friends, who seem for the first time to actually owe taxes. I am glad to be with T-Mobile. Even working in a slow store, I am making more than I was working two jobs. I would love to be a bit busier, but time will provide clients, and it is up to me to keep them coming back. Next on the agenda is to eliminate my debt and concurrently get my ass back into college. College brings more money, and more money means I can finally support the family I am building with Pam, as well as the family I already have.

Redemption

This is the story about a bully. Like many other bullies, he kept to himself when he wasn't beating anybody up or other bully-ish things. Perhaps you know someone like this bully. Maybe he picked on you. Maybe he was you.

We've always heard the side of the prey. Now its time to gear the predator's side. Our tale begins in a high school just like anyone elses. Two unsuspecting freshmen are making their way down the hall. They are talking about something. Something All freshmen talk about.

(80's Wannabe Guy and Levelheaded Black Man are walking down the hall, trying to act cool. It's not working)

80's Wannabe Guy: Hey my man. So what you think about it?

Levelheaded Black Man: I'm thinking what you're thinking dude.

80's Wannabe Guy: Fo' Shilz!

Levelheaded Black Man: No man! Its Shizzle! S. H. … Izzle. We're in high school. You've got to get the lingo right!

(Bruiser barges up, clapping a beefy hand on a shoulder of each freshman.)

Bruiser: Well well! Fresh meat.

80's Wannabe Guy: Hey man! Get off me! So not radical dude!

Levelheaded Black Man: Oh hell. Here we go again.

(Bruiser lifts both freshmen high into the air)

Bruiser: To half-wits in the hall who don't even know the current slang. Time to get you two an education.

(Bruiser twists both freshmen together into a human pretzel ball)

Bruiser: (running with the ball) He shoots! (tossing the ball into a dumpster being wheeled down the hall) He scores! (The two freshmen land neatly into the dumpster.)

(The principal enters. He was captain of the football team during his time)

Principal: Mr. Cancage!

(Bruiser ignores the principal, still smirking at his handiwork being wheeled away)

Principal: Mr. Cancage!

(Bruiser turns around)

Bruiser: Yeah?

Principal: What exactly was the meaning of your behavior? That was most innpropriate! I demand you return those two freshmen to their spot of standing!

(Bruiser rolls his eyes)

Principal: Now, Mr. Cancage!

Bruiser: Ok. Whatever.

(Bruiser stops the dumpster from being moved. He then grasps the upper edge, and flips the dumpster onto its side, depositing the freshmen and their surrounding filth onto the recently cleaned hallway floors.)

Principal: That’s it! Go to the office young man!

Bruiser: (shaking his head) why should I? You're right here in front of me. Why waste time going to your office?

Principal: (spluttering) You're… You're just trying to build up a reputation! (Pointedly, and with conviction) You think you're so big and tough! Well… I can see you for who you really are! You're scared. You can't cope with authority. I can't say I blame you (fixes his glasses). My god. Your parents were just the same. Weak, spineless bookworms! Always trying to change this or something rights that! NO school spirit. No respect at all.

Bruiser: (with a look of cold steel) What did you say? (glares at Principal)

Principal: You heard me! You're a spineless coward.

Bruiser: (swelling with anger) Don't you EVER say that again! You don't know ANYTHING about me, or my parents! You can't even see past the end of your own nose!

Principal: and exactly what would be worth seeing? You? I think not. You've got muscles. That’s the only plus. You waste them for nothing. Nothing! Join a sport. Then you'd be useful! Bring some pride to our school! Good Day!

(The Principal turns and walks away. The scene cuts to black, and when the lights come back on, bruiser is in a classroom, second seat from the front on the far right. Its Pre-Calculus and they've finally finished taking a quiz. Bruiser is staring at the chalkboard. The teacher looks up from her papers)

Teacher: Ike Cancage? Cold you please come up here?

Bruiser: wha? Huh? Oh, sure.

(Bruiser walks up, taking special precaution to stay quiet)

Teacher: Ike. I've just finished grading your quiz.

Bruiser: Ok.

Teacher: Do you know what you got, Ike?

Bruiser: No idea.

Teacher. Ike, you got a perfect. You showed all work, your logic was impeccable, and you even got all parts of the bonus question. You obviously know the material. And yet your failing. Why is that?

Bruiser: 'Cause I don't do the homework.

Teacher: Exactly. Why is that? It kills me to fail you every six weeks. You have the top scores on tests and quizzes, but you insist on not turning in your blessed homework! Why don't you?

Bruiser: I think it's stupid. I know the material. Why do busy work?

Teacher: you have me there. Anyway, there was another point I wanted to discuss. I've seen you in the halls, and you are a vulgar fellow. Why aren't you when you are in my class?

Bruiser: (looking down) to be quite honest, it comes naturally to me. The simplicity of the basic logic is easy to grasp, and once the concept is realized, its all a matter of deducing when to apply a formula. Why do you ask?

Teacher: (smiling) No reason special. You just helped me make a decision. (the bell rings) Good day, Mr. Cancage.

(Bruiser leaves through the door stage right. Soon sounds of his bullying can be heard as he stuffs the same two freshmen from earlier into a locker.)

Bruiser: Form an ionic bond you two. Maybe it'll boost your brains! (laughter)

(It’s the next day, and the teacher is standing in front of the room with a new student…)

Teacher: Class, I'd like you all to meet Miss Katheryne Alice. She's a new student, and I want all of you to make sure she feels welcome. (Catcalls from the peanut gallery) Now now. Behave. I have taken the liberty of looking at Miss Alice's schedule, and picked out a tutor to help settle her into the curriculum. Ike Cancage, (Bruiser, who had been playing with a paper clip, abruptly drops the clip and looks up, caught off guard by the new student…) will you please help Miss Alice get aquainted with our present chapter?

(Katheryne Alice sits in the seat right behind Bruiser and gets her books out. In the process, her calculator drops out, clattering to the floor.)

Katheryne: Oh dear. (Bends over to pick it up)

Bruiser: No no! I've got it. Don't worry. (retrieves the calculator and sets it back onto Katheryne's desk)

Katheryne: (smiles) Thanks.

Bruiser: No problem. (hesitates) It’s the only time you'll see me do something nice.

Katheryne: (shaking head from side to side) Ok. I won't expect it anymore then. (smile) What was your name again?

Bruiser: Icarus Cancage. I go by Ike. And you're Katheryn Alice.

Katheryne: I go by Kat. Kat Alice.

Bruiser: Ike Cancage

Katheryne: So where is your class at?

Bruiser: Let me show you.

(The scene slowly blacks out with Ike getting Kat caught up on Math.)

Out of Hibernation, Into Overdrive

Wow. Last year seemed to be a horrible year overall. Fortunately, since October, life has turned around dramatically. I am now working for T-Mobile up at Polaris Parkway, driving a Dodge Dakota, and have an absolutely amazing girlfriend.

I have known of Pam for years, and have a large mutual friend base, yet we never really talked. Apparently when we worked at COSI, she felt I wouldn't want to talk with her, and our paths never really crossed for me to prove her wrong. From that point we didn't see each other until my good friend/sister Tonee's wedding. I still didn't really interact with her, but there are pictures proving I did notice her and her watching me.
Skip ahead some more, and we find ourselves on the Monday before Christmas. Our friends are having a small gathering so we can chase away the storm clouds circling our brows. I almost do not go. As I drive down the road, I see a Meijer and a compulsion pulls me inside. I purchase 2 bottles of eggnog, and head to Tonee's. Fuck it, I need my clouds blown away as well.
I open the door to the Keating's (Tonee was married, remember) and give everyone inside my usual boistrous self followed up with alcohol laden bear hugs. Hugging her triggers something in my mind, because I hold her a bit longer than the others.
Eggnog is pouring. Everyone is enjoying themselves. In my tipsy reverie I happen to hear Pam say she is single. My mind sharpens, and I interject with great fervor for her to confirm her statement. It seems my mind is setting a stage for me, and I am but an unwitting player. She does indeed confirm her statement. She inguires as to the reason for my outburst. I have no answer, and mumble something to soothe the inquiries, yet inside y head a whirling dirvish of cogs, gears, and the like grind at a fever pitch to answer the inquiry to myself.
I am standing outside. Others are with me. We are all smoking from my pack, talking and laughing. Tim makes it know that he would like to persue Pam, and asks my help in the matter. I agree. Things slowly die down and I give Pam one last, long hug, again not truly understanding why.
It is the next day. I get a text message asking to guess who it is. I am eating a Hunters' Club from Jimmy Johns. After some deliberation, I guess correctly that it is Pam. She asked Tim for my number. We text each other quite a bit. She is on her way to New York with her family. I am beginning to feel a bond forming, but decide that to follow them would not be prudent due to my good friend Tim has already asked my help in wooing her. A tinge of regret creeps into my mind.
Christmas night. Tim comes by and we vid skype Pam until the very wee hours of morning. I coach him as to what to say and do, wishing all the while that it was my voice saying those things.

Pam texts me the next day, and soon we talk on the phone. She tells me how Tim has no chance and asks my help in staving him off. This phrase uplifts me. I begin to think of how to express myself to her, while still making Tim feel I am helping him, and all the while dealing with a heroine and pill addicted soon-to-be ex.
I am talking with Pam much more now. We are communicating via text during the Vid Skype sessions with Tim. Tim comes up with an amazing idea for him, Pam, myself and my girlfriend to all go shooting. I relay the information, all the while wracking my brain as how to express that the girlfriend is not going to be in the picture much longer. She seems taken aback by the information, and I try every subtlety I have to infer future circumstances while not deliberately denouncing my girlfriend. I will never trash the name of someone I am with, even if I plan to break things off. Until I do, they are my girlfriend and get all the amenities thereof.
Pam comes home tomorrow morning. I talk and text her as she is on her way home. She calls me when she makes it home safe. We make plans to see each other that evening, Monday evening. We publically want to have a snowball fight. We privately want each other.
I am on my way to her house. The snow is thick, and I miss her house. Upon my turnaround I realize the snowman I passed was in truth a very warmly clad Pamela bouncing in the moonlight. I park, and head inside. I meet her mother, father and sister. We head out into the moonlight to play in the snow. Both of us are acting nervous and giddy. We carve a giant heart and a sperm in the snow with our feet before the first snowballs are thrown. Our fun time is cut short by my falling into an unidentified toxic substance. Her mother loans me pants. We spend the remainder of the day talking, laughing, cuddling, and playing video games. We stay up all night. 8 am rolls around, and I convince her to tell me what is on her mind. She likes me. I tell her I feel the same.
That was everything up to the 27th. Things move faster from there.

life in a nutshell

been robbed at gunpoint
had my tires slashed
my car blew up on the freeway in Indy (flames and such)
had my former best friend of 15 years rob me blind
currently in a state of rebuilding

first order of business is to save for a computer
second order of business is to save for a tv and dvd player

as a side note, thrift stores are awesome for finding clothes

Transforminators

LED Sheep Art

A trip to Gypsy Cafe with Alex, Erica, and Dani

Marks of Denisha upon my flesh

The little girl needs to work on her technique.

Hookah with Wonderful Awsome Ladies

Head in the Clouds

I have been thinking for a while on what it is I look for in a valued friend. I have made no concrete decisions on criteria, but I have found one thing that, while not a dealbreaker, rouses my anger. I hate with a seething passion the attitude so many people hold in regards to my mind's workings. Oftentimes people try to classify me, view me/my ideas with condecension, or outright veto any idea regardless of validity. When I feel someone is doing this to me, I see red. I zone in on the person, and all I can think of from a few seconds to days is how I could make them suffer unbearable amounts of pain, suffering, and loss.
I know oftentimes my thoughts don't make sense or seem invalid. I know this to be a fact. However, it is my mind my thoughts and my being. Criticize them and I see you as devaluing me. I do not include tactful, constructive criticisms in the general class of criticism. I can see where people come from and because of this I have learned to fogive some for this infraction. I still feel the hatred and desire to destroy everything they hold dear, but I quell the feeling for my friends.
I need tact and respect when dealt with or am even present. Lack thereof angers me to loss of words. I feel outright actions of open hostility purely because you just do not like someone is unforgivable, and I wish there was an eternal hell those people would suffer in after death. I do not want hellfire for them, but rather for them to relive every moment they disrespected somebody for no apparent reason than they didn't like them from the standpoint of the other person.
I know I have done so to others, and the guilt drives me mad evey day. Any opportunity I have available to atone my misconduct I do. I also attempt to atone for the misconduct for my friends, because I now they will never change. I don't expect them to, but I shant have another person suffer because one of my friends was acting like an insensitive prick. I have an abundance of insensitive pricks for friends. As stated before, I don't expect them to change, but I hope they do all the same.
The disrespect my friends dole out I view in a similar vein as those who tread roughly on my mind and ideas. I may not be overt about it, but I work behind the scenes nonstop to mend the fractures. Don't get me wrong, if someone digs themselves into a hole I will let them slip and fall. I may even point out the slippery spots and encourage them to fall in. I do all this however, with an aura of tact and respect. I realize such things are merely social aesthetics, but they are of vital importance to me.
It is late. I must try and get some sleep.

New interest and other things

It has been a while. Since my last post, I've been kicked out of the house, and have moved in with Alex. I've also recently met Amanda Jean Kline. She matches my preferred physical attributes. She has green eyes, freckles, and red hair. She is a self professed hippie. She enjoys rock music, specifically Tool. I feel like she and I clicked almost immediately. It exactly a week on tuesday since her and mine's first meeting.
I am now in 36 inch pants. It makes feel happy to have a smaller waist than my chest.
Watched WallE and Wanted over the weekend. Absolutely amazing.

-EDIT-

No longer entertaining feelings of romantic intent towards her

Aunt Patty and Buck Phillips

My Aunt Patty (well, great Aunt, but she's insecure about her age) was admitted into the hospital. She went in for a heart attack, but then they found lung cancer. Now the tally is Lupus, Rheumatoid arthritis, Congenital heart failure, Complete renal failure, emphysema, and lung cancer. At least she confronted her alcoholism at an early age so she still has a healthy liver.

Buck, my eventual step-brother, went to a concert Saturday, and was jumped. Witnesses say he pulled up a hell of a fight, but he took a beating as well. His nose is split straight up the middle, one of his eyelids is torn, and he has a broken leg.

Farewell

Farewell, good friend. Goodbye and Godspeed. I shall miss you.

Succumbing

I have succumbed to the dark side. For 10 days. Forgive me, god of the MMORPG. I have strayed from the path of the righteous and true, and am delving into the mainstream.

My communications

My smartphone has apparently gone haywire and is being sent out to be fixed. For about the next week, I will be without instant communications.

Reflections during the closing of March.

Ahh, March is drawing to a close. My violin and I are becoming fast friends once again, and soon I should be back to my old tricks. I do enjoy the rich tones, and I feel I will be picking up a few more instruments, including the guitar and perhaps the cello.

In regards to Mouse, I feel I am slowly proving myself and am breaking down the barriers of low self confidence that prohibit her from releasing herself from the shackled of the image she has tried to cultivate.

Now, I am tired and I shall sleep.

The title is linked to an audio file of last night's recap.

Voice blog test

This post is a test of both an attempt into podcasting and the recording qualities of my mp3 player. The recording is done late night and I am speaking very quietly. I will attempt louder recordings and perhaps continue this podcasting endeavor.

Multi-day recap

Ho hum, My Nissan's clutch is toast, but my van is out of the shop and is sporting a brand new driveshaft. In other news, I finally enrolled in the company's benefits program for full-time employees. All I have left to do is decide who my beneficiary will be for my life insurance. Other than that, I will be going to Gameworks tonight, and quite possibly BD's Mongolian barbeque with Dani. Tomorrow will be an interesting day as Dani20, Dani22, and I pull an all-nighter and watch some movies. Still no news on the D&D group for the weekend, but oh well.

Currently I am working on Shawn's laptop and am trying to see if I cannot get the bugger to work. Whoever did the maintenence on it did a shoddy job; the heatsink was not properly affixed and the fan was not plugged in.