3 things: costume fail; phone date with my sister; progress on my burglary case, 15 months later
1. Alas, I was unable to buy a headband with cat ears. Because I have no car, I only get out to the grocery store (and the mall next door) once a week, generally on Saturdays... and by Saturday, the only cat ears left were the metal-studded ones that were part of a dominatrix-kitty getup. Which, no. I am sure it would look fine on many people, but not my thing, especially not at work.
There were some cat-shaped domino masks, but I wear glasses (have done since I was six years old) and a domino mask over glasses is just asking for trouble.
So I wore an orange shirt by way of holiday spirit. Initially I attempted to wrap some green yarn around my neck and shoulders and claim I was a pumpkin, but I was deservedly mocked by my coworkers, and the yarn itched something awful anyway, so I gave up on that pretty fast.
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2. Vicky called me on Sunday just as I was about to head off to work and was therefore unable to really talk. We have made a phone date for Thursday evening, to catch up on general life stuff and also hopefully have her nag me into taking one or two concrete steps toward going back to college.
For this, I blame my mom. She asked me when she visited if there was anything she could do to help with that process, and I said, "Honestly, no, but Vicky maybe could," because that sort of thing is different coming from a sibling than from a parent. (Which is a weird reason to support multi-child families, but there you are. *wry*)
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3. So back in July 2010, I was burgled in the wee hours of the morning. Today I got a call at work from the local DA, who passed me off to Investigator H, who had news and questions about my case -- which, to be honest, I had forgotten they were working on at all.
The upshot is that the DNA from the black baseball cap which was found in my backyard, and which we assume belonged to the burglar since A) it did not belong to anyone living in my house, and B) there is no reason for any innocent passerby to be in that part of the yard, was eventually entered into the state DNA database under something to the effect of "John Doe, associated with burglary, details blah blah blah."
That was in February. Sometime between February and now, a man entangled with the legal system for some other reason was required by New York law to submit DNA for evidence. And it came up as a match to my burglar. Also, the man is apparently a physical match for the (admittedly horribly vague) description I gave the police at the time.
Investigator H wanted to know if I could pick the burglar out of a line-up, to which I said no, because honestly, I saw him for less than five seconds in bad light. So Investigator H said they wouldn't bother with that, since it would only confuse the issue. He also asked how close the baseball cap had been to the window the burglar had used for forced entry, to which I said, "Within fifty feet," because it was fifteen months ago and I can't be more precise.
Anyway, we shall see if anything comes of this.
Side note: Investigator H was extremely pleased to learn that not only am I still living in Ithaca and using the same phone numbers, I am, in fact, still living in the apartment in question. Ithaca is a highly transient town -- I suspect most university towns are -- which makes prosecuting cases like this very difficult, since by the time any evidence turns up, the victim may well have left town altogether. I am trying to imagine if I'd been burgled during the years I was moving every twelve months (from 2000 to 2006, I had seven legal addresses) and the logistics give me a headache.
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There were some cat-shaped domino masks, but I wear glasses (have done since I was six years old) and a domino mask over glasses is just asking for trouble.
So I wore an orange shirt by way of holiday spirit. Initially I attempted to wrap some green yarn around my neck and shoulders and claim I was a pumpkin, but I was deservedly mocked by my coworkers, and the yarn itched something awful anyway, so I gave up on that pretty fast.
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2. Vicky called me on Sunday just as I was about to head off to work and was therefore unable to really talk. We have made a phone date for Thursday evening, to catch up on general life stuff and also hopefully have her nag me into taking one or two concrete steps toward going back to college.
For this, I blame my mom. She asked me when she visited if there was anything she could do to help with that process, and I said, "Honestly, no, but Vicky maybe could," because that sort of thing is different coming from a sibling than from a parent. (Which is a weird reason to support multi-child families, but there you are. *wry*)
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3. So back in July 2010, I was burgled in the wee hours of the morning. Today I got a call at work from the local DA, who passed me off to Investigator H, who had news and questions about my case -- which, to be honest, I had forgotten they were working on at all.
The upshot is that the DNA from the black baseball cap which was found in my backyard, and which we assume belonged to the burglar since A) it did not belong to anyone living in my house, and B) there is no reason for any innocent passerby to be in that part of the yard, was eventually entered into the state DNA database under something to the effect of "John Doe, associated with burglary, details blah blah blah."
That was in February. Sometime between February and now, a man entangled with the legal system for some other reason was required by New York law to submit DNA for evidence. And it came up as a match to my burglar. Also, the man is apparently a physical match for the (admittedly horribly vague) description I gave the police at the time.
Investigator H wanted to know if I could pick the burglar out of a line-up, to which I said no, because honestly, I saw him for less than five seconds in bad light. So Investigator H said they wouldn't bother with that, since it would only confuse the issue. He also asked how close the baseball cap had been to the window the burglar had used for forced entry, to which I said, "Within fifty feet," because it was fifteen months ago and I can't be more precise.
Anyway, we shall see if anything comes of this.
Side note: Investigator H was extremely pleased to learn that not only am I still living in Ithaca and using the same phone numbers, I am, in fact, still living in the apartment in question. Ithaca is a highly transient town -- I suspect most university towns are -- which makes prosecuting cases like this very difficult, since by the time any evidence turns up, the victim may well have left town altogether. I am trying to imagine if I'd been burgled during the years I was moving every twelve months (from 2000 to 2006, I had seven legal addresses) and the logistics give me a headache.
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