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Hi, my name is Midi, and I'm a fuckin' moron.
Yesterday afternoon, I attended wambold and M's wedding at casa de fruitylips. It was a simple ceremony, very sweet, and a good time was had by all. Thanks to the assistance and prodding of ishtart over the past few months, I had suitable clothes to dress up a bit for the occasion, which seems to have been received well. I mention this now to explain the shoes later.
Around 10pm, the remaining party-goers decided to get out of the hosts' hair and go grab a late dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. After hanging up my jacket over the back seat, I sat in my car with the window down to observe the passing of the bride and groom's car which had been decorated in the traditional manner. I then followed them up the street to the light.
Turning left at the light behind their car and passing them, I heard a muffled thump that sounded like it came from the back of my car. I hear this kind of noise fairly regularly when I take a corner too sharply and my courier bag in the trunk rolls end-over-end, but I didn't have my bag with me when I went to the wedding. It took about a block for me to realize what the sound was.
As anyone who has discussed PDAs with me can probably tell you, I have a Treo 600 and I love it. It's a bit too big for many people, and I can appreciate that, but over the past several years I have come to live and die by my PalmOS PDAs. Being able to carry both my PDA and my cellphone in one unit is a huge win for me.
Earlier in the evening during a discussion about phones with echristo, I had mentioned the rubber skin case I bought for my Treo, and in particular the grip the case has. Aside from its protective properties, the case generates a lot of friction. The downside of this is that I can't easily slip it into my pocket when I'm walking around. The upside is that if I do slip it into my pocket, it won't come out until I mean to pull it out.
After hearing the thump in my car and realizing I didn't have anything in the trunk, I remembered that I had placed my Treo on the roof of the car while I was hanging up my jacket. It wasn't with me in the car, so I must have left it on the roof. The grip of the case had allowed it to hang onto the roof while I was pulling away from Dekehaus, but between the acceleration and the wind (or was it turning the corner?), my Treo had apparently lost its grip and been dashed to the road behind me.
Hoping that maybe the rubber case had protected it well enough to only just crack the case and not any of the internals and that maybe it hadn't been run over by another car yet, I hung a U-turn at the next gap in the divider, a few blocks down the road. In panic and frustration, I jumped on the gas hard enough to chirp the tires. Returning back to the first left turn, I U-turned again and retraced my path, peering at the road in my headlights in hopes of finding my only-slightly-banged-up Treo.
No joy. I was going to have to do this on foot.
I parked at the side of the road and walked three blocks back to where I remembered hearing the thump, looking in the road and the gutter all the way back. No sign of it. Well, maybe it bounced into the divider, or maybe I can't see the middle of the road as well as the gutter. I walked three blocks back in the median divider, wondering how long I could do this before the cops investigated. No sign of my phone.
Now I was really worried. I started thinking about my most recent backup. Last week, I had done a Backup Buddy dump in preparation for an operation on my Treo to cure it of its nasty buzzing problem. But that backup was on the SD card that I left in the phone, which is all well and good if I could find the the crushed carcass, but of course did me no good if I couldn't. Had I also backed up to my laptop at that time? Had I entered anything vital since that backup? What if someone were to find it and my encrypted data isn't encrypted well enough?
What if I'd misunderstood the sound, and instead of being tossed to the road when I first heard the sound, it was thrown off when I whipped the car around to go back to look for it? I continued walking toward the first U-turn.
Last week, I had gone to Macy's to find, among other things, some black dress shoes. Amongst a dizzying array of repulsive styles, I found a few pairs that initially offended me the least, but that I grew to like during the course of trying them on. In the end, I was left with three choices: 1) a pair of what boiled down to leather sneakers; comfy, but against what I felt was the spirit of the exercise. 2) a style that I liked but that weren't available in the right size, so if I wanted them I either had to wait for them to come in or attempt to find them elsewhere. 3) a slightly different style that I didn't like as much but were available in my size right there. I took option 3.
When I put them on yesterday afternoon, I realized they didn't fit quite as well as I thought they did in the store. It was going to take some time to break them in, but it shouldn't be a problem to wear them to the wedding. After all, I wasn't going to be walking any great distance in them, right?
This decision was beginning to haunt me as I made my way back empty-handed from the site of the first U-turn. I was late for post-reception dining. My shoes were starting to hurt me. My toenails were pointing out that they'd been neglected a bit longer than they should have been. I was beginning to limp to keep from cutting my toes up too badly. I was pissed blind at the prospect of having lost my phone and was thinking hard about recovery options. Several times I noticed that I'd been too lost in my own thoughts to look at the road and had to double back to make sure I hadn't overlooked something.
I was back at my car and still empty-handed. I wondered if I was misremembering the sequence of events and actually had heard the thump as I was turning left. I hopped back in the car and turned back around to drive partway back to Dekehaus. I saw nothing in the road as I turned left again and decided to get back out and look more closely around the turn. I found nothing in the intersection, so I continued walking back up the street until I reached some debris that told me this search was overlapping one of my previous searches. Nothing. I was boned. I gave up the search and limped back to my car to catch up with the party.
As I approached my car, I wondered if I'd actually looked at the roof of my car at any point during this adventure. And there, in the shadows, on the black sunroof of my black car was my Treo in its black rubber case. The thump was the sound of the phone rolling from its rounded back side to its flat front, where it gripped the glass well enough not to be thrown during any of my subsequent U-turns. But aside from being black on black, I didn't see it there when I got out of my car because I didn't look there.
My name is Midi, and I'm a fuckin' moron.
Yesterday afternoon, I attended wambold and M's wedding at casa de fruitylips. It was a simple ceremony, very sweet, and a good time was had by all. Thanks to the assistance and prodding of ishtart over the past few months, I had suitable clothes to dress up a bit for the occasion, which seems to have been received well. I mention this now to explain the shoes later.
Around 10pm, the remaining party-goers decided to get out of the hosts' hair and go grab a late dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. After hanging up my jacket over the back seat, I sat in my car with the window down to observe the passing of the bride and groom's car which had been decorated in the traditional manner. I then followed them up the street to the light.
Turning left at the light behind their car and passing them, I heard a muffled thump that sounded like it came from the back of my car. I hear this kind of noise fairly regularly when I take a corner too sharply and my courier bag in the trunk rolls end-over-end, but I didn't have my bag with me when I went to the wedding. It took about a block for me to realize what the sound was.
As anyone who has discussed PDAs with me can probably tell you, I have a Treo 600 and I love it. It's a bit too big for many people, and I can appreciate that, but over the past several years I have come to live and die by my PalmOS PDAs. Being able to carry both my PDA and my cellphone in one unit is a huge win for me.
Earlier in the evening during a discussion about phones with echristo, I had mentioned the rubber skin case I bought for my Treo, and in particular the grip the case has. Aside from its protective properties, the case generates a lot of friction. The downside of this is that I can't easily slip it into my pocket when I'm walking around. The upside is that if I do slip it into my pocket, it won't come out until I mean to pull it out.
After hearing the thump in my car and realizing I didn't have anything in the trunk, I remembered that I had placed my Treo on the roof of the car while I was hanging up my jacket. It wasn't with me in the car, so I must have left it on the roof. The grip of the case had allowed it to hang onto the roof while I was pulling away from Dekehaus, but between the acceleration and the wind (or was it turning the corner?), my Treo had apparently lost its grip and been dashed to the road behind me.
Hoping that maybe the rubber case had protected it well enough to only just crack the case and not any of the internals and that maybe it hadn't been run over by another car yet, I hung a U-turn at the next gap in the divider, a few blocks down the road. In panic and frustration, I jumped on the gas hard enough to chirp the tires. Returning back to the first left turn, I U-turned again and retraced my path, peering at the road in my headlights in hopes of finding my only-slightly-banged-up Treo.
No joy. I was going to have to do this on foot.
I parked at the side of the road and walked three blocks back to where I remembered hearing the thump, looking in the road and the gutter all the way back. No sign of it. Well, maybe it bounced into the divider, or maybe I can't see the middle of the road as well as the gutter. I walked three blocks back in the median divider, wondering how long I could do this before the cops investigated. No sign of my phone.
Now I was really worried. I started thinking about my most recent backup. Last week, I had done a Backup Buddy dump in preparation for an operation on my Treo to cure it of its nasty buzzing problem. But that backup was on the SD card that I left in the phone, which is all well and good if I could find the the crushed carcass, but of course did me no good if I couldn't. Had I also backed up to my laptop at that time? Had I entered anything vital since that backup? What if someone were to find it and my encrypted data isn't encrypted well enough?
What if I'd misunderstood the sound, and instead of being tossed to the road when I first heard the sound, it was thrown off when I whipped the car around to go back to look for it? I continued walking toward the first U-turn.
Last week, I had gone to Macy's to find, among other things, some black dress shoes. Amongst a dizzying array of repulsive styles, I found a few pairs that initially offended me the least, but that I grew to like during the course of trying them on. In the end, I was left with three choices: 1) a pair of what boiled down to leather sneakers; comfy, but against what I felt was the spirit of the exercise. 2) a style that I liked but that weren't available in the right size, so if I wanted them I either had to wait for them to come in or attempt to find them elsewhere. 3) a slightly different style that I didn't like as much but were available in my size right there. I took option 3.
When I put them on yesterday afternoon, I realized they didn't fit quite as well as I thought they did in the store. It was going to take some time to break them in, but it shouldn't be a problem to wear them to the wedding. After all, I wasn't going to be walking any great distance in them, right?
This decision was beginning to haunt me as I made my way back empty-handed from the site of the first U-turn. I was late for post-reception dining. My shoes were starting to hurt me. My toenails were pointing out that they'd been neglected a bit longer than they should have been. I was beginning to limp to keep from cutting my toes up too badly. I was pissed blind at the prospect of having lost my phone and was thinking hard about recovery options. Several times I noticed that I'd been too lost in my own thoughts to look at the road and had to double back to make sure I hadn't overlooked something.
I was back at my car and still empty-handed. I wondered if I was misremembering the sequence of events and actually had heard the thump as I was turning left. I hopped back in the car and turned back around to drive partway back to Dekehaus. I saw nothing in the road as I turned left again and decided to get back out and look more closely around the turn. I found nothing in the intersection, so I continued walking back up the street until I reached some debris that told me this search was overlapping one of my previous searches. Nothing. I was boned. I gave up the search and limped back to my car to catch up with the party.
As I approached my car, I wondered if I'd actually looked at the roof of my car at any point during this adventure. And there, in the shadows, on the black sunroof of my black car was my Treo in its black rubber case. The thump was the sound of the phone rolling from its rounded back side to its flat front, where it gripped the glass well enough not to be thrown during any of my subsequent U-turns. But aside from being black on black, I didn't see it there when I got out of my car because I didn't look there.
My name is Midi, and I'm a fuckin' moron.