Aargh, and what am I thinking? See what happens when you neglect email?
Congratulations to Jon and April Schweitzer (dear dear friends of ages past), who would like to use this forum to announce that they are with child. Word is, it's going to be a girl (perhaps not, but chances of a girl are at least in the 50% range). I wish I had something clever or sarcastic to say about the sort of parents that Jon and April will be, but I'm forced to admit that they will make for a smashing Daddy and Mommy.
Schweitzers, just for you, I will commit to making a very special baby-picture forum on this site, dedicated to the development of your bouncin' tot. Start sending those pictures in. Oh, and don't forget to save the afterbirth. I heard it can fetch a pretty penny on eBay.
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Recently finished a design for our church's website. Actually, I finished the whole site. Unfortunately, I'm not providing the link just yet because there's nothing there. It seems the company that's hosting it is having difficulty with their servers, so I'm unable to upload. I'm beginning to think that I'm some sort of host-jinx. If you've never had the experience, let me tell you: going through the effort of taking the work on an entire website 99% of the way and finding yourself unable to complete that last little nudge... it's enough to drive a man silly.
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Another lovely weekend with Ben Bays. Do you know that this guy is so jazzed about his latest idea for a film that he showed up on our doorstep with poster-sized visual aids, outlining character profiles and plot elements? And I must be honest here: the movie he's proposing sounds very good. I don't know, I'm excited. So, be on the indy-circuit lookout Summer 2004. At a theater near you: The Lavender Room. Game on, Ben.
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What a lazy fellow I've been with the script suggestions. Well, no more. The latest comes from everyone's favorite spouse, Carey May Bear. An enigmatic barn-dance, goes by the name The Day I Quit Life. Free eggroll to anyone who can understand it. I know I sure don't.
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Speaking of the homefront, pumpkin-carving chores went to Carey this year. She's sculpted what's easily the most disturbing visage I've ever seen gracing the side of a Cucurbita pepo. She says it's a cat's face. I say it's Beelzebub's nephew. Happy Halloween.
"Find my glasses, ho."
Believe it or not, these were the first words I heard this morning, uttered by my wife as she was getting ready for work. I think we've been in the ghetto too long.
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Posts have been less frequent lately out of necessity. My schedule is becoming more and more crowded and it's getting more and more difficult to wedge in some healthy blog time. I've received several notes from people praising the Dirty Dishes blog from a couple weeks ago. Is my pain funny to you? Is that it? Battling the devil in our very own home is no joke, you guys. But, anyhow, yes the dishes were finally done, but they're beginning to pile up again.
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Hooray, I'm no longer the newest person at work. For some reason, I always breathe a little easier when someone is hired after me. Being new isn't so bad, but being the newest really is. Not that I've got any kind of seniority now, but at least someone else is in the same boat. His name is Kirk.
Kirk is a very talented illustrator/animator. His work is beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, it makes me question whether or not I chose the right business because the guy absolutely leaves me in the dust. I hope I can learn from him. Why the guy isn't working for Cartoon Network, I have no idea. You can view his stuff here:
http://www.veenvop.com. Sheesh.
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Some great titles being sent in. If you're waiting, don't. I really don't have that many, but I'm writing the scripts whenever I have time. The one that's made me laugh the hardest thusfar was a submission by my brother-in-law, Greg. Whether or not I write his script, I feel the world deserves to hear his suggestion. I will, however, decline to post it here. You'll have to ask him yourself.
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And it seems that my "How I Drew the Monkey" feature on the homepage is making the rounds. It was just a goofball little project, but several folks (many of whom I've neither met nor heard of) are writing in to say, "thanks for the tutorial, this helps." Apparently several comics-community folks are glad to have a few photoshop pointers. Needless to say, I'm very gratified that people are enjoying the feature and finding some benefit from it. To those who wrote in with thanks: you're welcome.
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I've decided to do a short web-comic. If it becomes too time-consuming, I'll drop it, but I think I'd really enjoy it. Most of my comic projects don't go anywhere because they involve these epic-length storylines and I simply lose the energy to begin. But, anyhow, I thought a little comic might be fun, something that could be read in about 5 minutes. While I'm dreaming, I may even try my hand at animating it. Ah, who knows.
It's nice to have a website. Finally, a home for my babbling and creative spew.
A very very hip-happenin'-happy birthday to my dear wife Carey. 26 big ones today, so send her through the Spanking Machine if you see her.
As a bit of Birthday Fun, we spent the day at Laguna Beach yesterday, which was lovely. Very nice place, that Laguna Beach. If I weren't pressed for time at the moment, I'd go into details about picnicking on the beach, shell-finding in the tide pools, and strolling the art boutiques... but, I am, so I won't.
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And thanks to THE Steve Martin (gulp!) for sending in the latest title suggestion: Too Much Funk Can Hurt. Big fan, Steve. Hope you like it. Parental Guidance suggested.
I may return to my original title suggestion from my dear old dad, but, for now the effort hardly seems worth it. However, he was kind enough to send in another title in the meantime. Thanks, Pop. Courtesy of Randy Bear: 17 Minutes of Hell.
Still pluggin' away...
It's official. It came in yesterday's mail.
 And I guess that's it. I'm a resident and driver in the great state of California. And, aside from my surprise at what a fat head I apparently have, I guess the picture could have turned out far worse. The night before, I'd been Henny-Pennying until the wee hours about the disappearance of my friend Stacie, and I was nearly too tired to go to the DMV to take the test. But, that's neither here nor there.
Did you know that in California, they never take your license picture ever again, unless you specifically request it? That's the rumor, anyhow. It's a bit scary. Will I someday be an 80-year-old West Coast codger with this old thing still in my wallet?
"Do you know how fast you were going back there, sir? License and registration, please."
"Here you go, officer. Sorry, I guess I was in a rush to get to shuffleboard practice."
"Hhh. 'Mr. Bear.' When was this picture taken, sir? Are you sure this is you?"
"Oh, yes. That was... ah me... that was taken back in aught-two, I believe. When the Angels were a good team..."
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Some very satisfactory news, by the way. As you may remember, I've had ongoing battles with my hosting company, Seanic, which has been a burning frustration for me. Finally, during a recent 2-day downtime of my site, I became outraged enough to send them a series of frustrated notes, demanding answers... after all, I do 90% of my client work through my website. I rely on it to email, to transfer work files, to advertise myself... it's the primary tool of my business. So, I wrote them to ask how they planned on compensate me for the downtime (since they do advertise, as I've mentioned in the past "guaranteed" 99.9% uptime). No response. Soon after, my website was down once again for another entire day. Enough was enough, so I wrote them a little note:
My website and email have been down all day. I reiterated to you several times how detrimental it is to my business when this is the case. I've also asked you how you can guarantee 99.9% uptime and consistently fail to deliver.
My patience is at an end. Fix these issues and answer my questions. If not, I fully intend on taking legal action.
Jeremy Bear
I hate being the lawyer-threatening prick, but when my bread n butter are on the line, what else could I do. Their reply:
Hi Jeremy Bear,
Our sincere appologies for the downtime, service has been resumed about 2 hours ago. The downtime was totally unscheduled and only affected the server web3.seanic.net (the server your account is on). All other servers were not affected by this downtime. We understand the importance of having a good uptime as we are also a online based business. We are in the process of upgrading our systems to prevent such problems in the future.
Do be assured that we are doing our best to maintain the best possible uptime.
Best Regards,
Raymond T,
Support@Seanic.net
Needless to say, this was not the response I'd hoped for. My reply:
None of this changes the fact that you've failed to live up to your advertised guarantee. I've asked before and I'll ask again: how do you plan on compensating me for the time I've lost because of your failure to meet the standards of your guarantee?
Jeremy Bear
And their reply:
Hi Jeremy Bear,
We apology for the inconvenience caused. We could extend 5 days of your hosting account to
compensate. Kindly confirm if you are fine with the compensation.
5 days of hosting? I was confused. I replied:
I'm not sure what you're saying. Does this mean that my year-long hosting account is good for 370 days instead of 365?
Jeremy Bear
Their response:
Yes, this is what me meant. Kindly confirm if you are fine with the compensation. Thank you.
Now, I'll admit that I pay next to nothing for hosting. While the service may be subpar, the price is terrific. But, this offer? Essentially, they were offering me 64 cents worth of free service. 64 cents! My blood began to boil. I remembered, however, that an ongoing problem I've faced recently is server space. The files I'm giving to clients are just too darn big and I don't have the room on my site. However, at $1.50 a MB, that space adds up quickly. I decided to shoot the moon:
5 extra days of hosting? A value of approximately 64 cents? No, I am not fine with this compensation. It's difficult to pinpoint, financially, how much my business has suffered in the days that my hosting was down, but I think it's safe to say that the damage was considerably more than 64 cents.
Is this what you meant by your term "guarantee"? As in "we guarantee you 99.9% uptime or we'll give you 64 cents worth of hosting absolutely free"...? If so, this is very disconcerting.
A need that I do have, which may work for me in terms of compensation, is added server space. If , for example, I were to receive an extra 70MB of storage, I can honestly say that I'd be content to let the matter rest. Your thoughts?
Jeremy Bear
Assuming that they'd shrug this off and it would be time for me to start looking for a new hosting company, I waited for a day or two. Finally, a response:
We would come to compensate 50MB for you. Kindly confirm if you wish to claim it.
Sounded reasonable. $75 beats 64 cents in my book. And it solves a few problems. So, yahoo, finally I've got a little closure on this whole deal. I told them this morning that that would be fine. So, that's all good.
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Finally, congratulations to Kristie Bryant, a friend in Canton, OH. She is now officially engaged to her boyfriend of the past 3.5 years. Good luck Dan and Kristie. Your livin'-in-sin days will soon be over.
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Oop, and a PS... I've been dreadful about the scripts. Believe it or not, my latest one is about 1/2way done (title suggestion by my Dad, actually) and it's already been through 3 drafts. No, this is not typical. For some reason, I just keep starting over with it. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, world.
And, breaking my personal rule, I'm using another suggestion from the same person. Haven't had the nerve to post it because I was afraid that folks whose titles I've thusfar neglected would be offended. But, sorry, I burned out this one in about 10 minutes as soon as I read the title. It was just that inspiring. So, congratulations, Ben Bays, on being the first repeat performer in the scripts section. Go read it: It's a Hoot if You Don't
And, that really really is all for now.
Phew.
Big fun!
Only time for a quick post, here... just in case you missed it on the homepage, I went to considerable pains to add a fun little ditty to the site recently... a "Behind the Scenes" feature. Q: How does that Jeremy Bear produce the artwork the world has come to know and love?  A: Who cares?! But, hopefully you will after checking out my little How-To tutorial. Just clickety-click the link: Behind the Scenes - Case Study: The Drunken Monkey.
Enjoy and wish me luck! (It'll all make sense soon enough... )
Welcome to another edition of The JeremyBear.com Mailbox!
The latest batch of emails are in! Let's get to 'em...
Dave Reinke of Worthington, OH writes:
...How giddy I became today as I checked your site to find my best friend (and wife's) script idea "The Trouble with Sleeves". I can't wait 'til she gets online to view and experience the thrill of an idea become reality.
...I must add that this idea was strictly [my wife Renee's] and hers alone. Having been published in other areas, I couldn't even consider taking any of her glory from her and respectfully request that she be given full credit for her idea. It only seems fair. Thank you for considering this request. It could only help my chances of a little "I've been published" action that I know you can appreciate...(nudge and a wink).
Consider it done, tiger! Rrrreaow! Anything to get you those conjugal privileges you so richly deserve. As of now, Renee has been fully credited and the only thing you've been credited with is this letter.
See what wonderful things can happen when you submit a script? It's the guarantee we're famous for... JeremyBear.com: Doing Our Part to Get You Laid.
Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for this edition of the JeremyBear.com mailbox. Remember to stay safe and keep your head up!
To congratulate me on my first day of work, Carey bought me the latest Beck CD: Sea Change. It's wonderful. The track 'Lost Cause' is worth the price of admission alone. I'm listening to it now, in fact.
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Wonderful couple of days at Binary Pulse. I hope to be there for a very long time. It's great to connect with coworkers and begin projects so early in the game.
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However, today was the return of an old frustration... we're all up and good to go now, but my site was down for the majority of the day. My patience with my host is at an end. I really don't want to have to be a hard-assed loser with them and threaten with lawyers and all that nonsense, but it seems that's what it's come to. Regular apologies aren't cutting it for me anymore, I need consistent uptime.
Hrrr...
Red-letter day. I mean it. Death of an old era, really. Hhh...
First of all, today I began at Binary Pulse. Met some delightful people and even dove right into a project right off the bat. I was immediately impressed by the whole crew and I'm happy to have landed at such a snazzy shop. In a way, it's a shame it's only part-time, even though that's what I told them I'd prefer. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but how often is it that one enjoys their first day anywhere?
But, that wasn't the death of an era. This is:
Those that know me well know that, since high-school, I've had a very quirky accessory to my wardrobe. My wallet is always on a chain. I wore the chain before it was cool to do so, while it was briefly cool to do so, then continued on long after it had ceased to be cool to do so. The sentimental reason for this has to do with my late Grandpa Bear and how his wallet was always on a chain and I guess, in a weird way, always having my wallet chained to me reminded me to attempt to live the way he lived: quietly, with integrity. Working hard. Sacrificing for those he loved most. Always learning, and never giving up.
The other reason for the chain wallet was because I'm notoriously forgetful and disorganized. I'd have lost my cash and ID countless times by now without the chain. To be honest, the second reason was probably the biggest one. No offense, Grandpa, if you're reading this up in Heaven (where I'm certain all Internet hook-ups are T3 lines, even if there are content filters all over the place... but I digress).
Anyhow, sitting in the car this morning, taking a breath before walking into a new job in a new state, beginning a new life... I made a snap decision. I removed the chain.
No, seriously. I removed the chain.
Big whup, I know. But it was exactly like giving up a 10 year habit. I got married in that chain! But, the more I look at it lately, the less the chain seems like me. Lately, I've hated the sound of it jangling around when I walk. I've grown tired of it clattering onto the counter when I open my wallet to pay for groceries. It's become a hinderance. I don't care for how I look in it. So, now, it's gone.
And, while a little sad... it's actually a relief.
Way behind on my title suggestions, here. Sorry to those who've sent them in and are patiently waiting to see their words made flesh. Also (since it's apology fever around here lately), a few have complained that my 'submit a title' form on my homepage (and on my scripts page) kind of goofs out and doesn't always send the title. Well... not sure what to say other than... sorry. My form-coding skills are a bit lacking and it looks as if I'll need to enlist the aid of a cgi-whiz to help me out with that particular issue. So, if there's one out there... help!
Anyhow, I decided to spew out a less-than-stellar attempt (but how 'bout an E for effort?), but an attempt nonetheless. This one comes from a little lady I'm proud to call my sister. Title suggestion by Lauren Bear, this one's called Drive-Thru. It was actually inspired by real-life events. Someone attempted to hit on my wife in the DMV parking lot the other day... just two hosers, hanging out, waiting for someone to hit on... the DMV parking lot! What kind of losers...! Sheesh. Anyhow... Thanks, sis, for the title. You're a champ. (For those who don't know, Lauren is going to be engaged soon. It's a secret, though, so don't tell anyone.)
Actually, this is Two-fer Wednesday in the script department. On a message board that I frequent, a debate was recently raging about the asinine comments of Jerry Falwell. It wasn't a debate, I guess, so much as an argument about whether or not someone like Falwell should be allowed to speak in public. The whole thing was ridiculous, so, me being me, I decided to mock them by writing my impression of the discussion thusfar. I've posted it here: Jerry Who? .
That's all for now. I need to get my rest. After all, I've got work (gulp) in the morning.
Recently, a friend of mine actually went the distance and took me up on one of my recommended books from the homepage. He bought American Gods by Gaiman and was taken aback by the language and descriptions of sexual encounters. I guess, to be honest, it didn't really occur to me that people might actually place some sort of stock in my opinions, so, I didn't really think to warn people about explicit content. Sorry about that.
At any rate, I do apologize to anyone picking up the recommended reading books thusfar and have been unnerved by what they've found. To rectify this matter, I'll institute a personal rating system, like the ones they have in the movies. Actually, this will probably be a good idea in many ways, because it'll cause me to review a good mix of works, from the innocent to the lurid.
Well, there's just so darned much to post. Where to begin... A few anecdotes, a few pieces of good news... hrm.
I'll start with an anecdote.
Sunday was one of the more wretched days I've spent in a good long while. Sometimes it's difficult to articulate the recipe for a bad day... you just sort of know you're in the middle of one around lunchtime. Carey and I have been rather pitiful when it comes to doing the dishes lately, which has left our sink a towering, dirty pile of porcelain madness. Each morning we say to each other: "today's the day. The dishes must be done." And, inevitably, the day escapes us and we end up blowing our cash by running down to Z-Pizza for a calzone to go. It's a vicious cycle.
Well, Sunday I said "no more." Carey went shopping for some supplies to finally finish the table she's been building for the past year and a half. While she was gone, I dove into the kitchen melee. As a point of subtlety, Carey recntly purchased some rubber dishwashing gloves for me, so I decided to give them a try. And the dishwashing commenced. My tool of choice is that little spongy-scrubber thing with the dishwashing liquid reservoir in the handle. If that thing can't get out the stains... it ain't comin' out.
About 5 minutes in, a cereal bowl slipped out of my hand and into the sink. It exploded into a million fragments, causing me to curse. Shaking my head, knowing the wife would be displeased, I scooped up the pieces, tossed them into the trash and continued. I hate breaking dishes.
Couple minutes later, same deal over again. Cereal bowl slips out of my hand... crash. This one didn't explode, however. It just chipped a big enough piece off of the rim to make it unusable. Ever see the movie Platoon? Vietnam flick about a few guys who decide to try and get wounded badly enough to go home and stop fighting, yet not too badly as to kill or paralyze or permanently maim themselves? I think this little bowl had the same mission in mind. It taunted me as I placed it at the back of the cupboard. "Ha ha HAH," it seemed to say, "I'm still a bowl, with all my bowl-like qualities, yet I'm too unsightly to use! You've no choice but to retire me to the back of the cupboard as some sort of 'Emergency Bowl' where I shall live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of my days." Needless to say, I swore even louder at that little jerk. I even pounded my hand against the side of the sink, in rage, which bruised my thumb and made each dish painful to scrub. At this point, I was a bubbling blob of anger.
5 minutes later, I pulled a glass out of the soapy water to discover that it was... the top half of a glass. Sharp and jagged, it taunted me most of all. "HA HA HA!!! You didn't even KNOW I was broken, did you?! Your move, loser!"
Well, I screamed a string of profanities normally reserved for sailors or rappers or violent Bruce Willis movies. At the absolute height of my one-man tirade, I picked up the spongy scrubber and FLUNG it as hard as I could in a random direction.
It was then that Satan himself leapt up from Hell and posessed the spongy scrubber.
The spongy scrubber flew, in perfect trajectory, out the kitchen door and through the dining room. It pinpointed one of the only pieces of decoration in the entire dining room, a little 8" X 8" framed picture of fruit that Carey adores more than anything in the whole house. The glass from the picture erupted everywhere, covering the table, the carpet, the chairs, a few cat toys that happened to be in there... EVERYthing coated in itty-bitty fragments of razor-sharp, transparent insanity.
I stood, dumbstruck, looking at the dining room... wondering how complicated it is to buy a gun. I carefully walked out into the living room, sat in a chair, and trembled. It was over. The kitchen had beaten me.
Then Carey came home.
Well, I won't go into much futher detail, other than to say that she was actually very gracious about the whole affair. She helped me pick up the glass in the dining room and told me I didn't have to wash any more dishes that night. I vaccumed the floor and the chairs and that was that.
But, two days later, the other dishes remain to taunt me. Still dirty. Still dangerous.
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 Anyhow, the next day (yesterday) was a complete turn-around. I received a few calls with requests for illustration work, which is always wonderful. Then, around 2:00 or so, Tim Howell of Binary Pulse (a design and ad house in Costa Mesa) called to offer me a permanent position with his group. He offered part-time work (3 days a week), which gels very nicely with all of my other interests and commitments. So, I told him yes.
Really, that was the whole point of this post. Both Carey and I now have jobs. I'm tickled pink to join Binary Pulse. They're easily the most impressive and warmest group I've come across of all the scores of resumes I've sent out. It seems to be a great fit. To check them out, their website ( our website, I guess I should say), can be found at this link.
Thanks, Tim Howell and Drew Mehl. I'm looking forward to starting with you on Thursday.
I'm very, very annoyed right now with Seanic.
Deep breaths. In. Out. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10...
Seanic does my hosting, see. They're the folks that keep www.jeremybear.com up and running. In theory, anyhow. As of this moment, my website is defunct and God alone knows when anyone will be able to read this blogger again. So, essentially, I'm not posting an update right now, I'm typing nothing into thin air. It's therapy. This isn't an entry in the Blog... it's more like a dirge. I'm mourning the loss of my presence on the information superhighway.
Okay, that's a bit dramatic, but I'm still very very pissed. Right now, a very retarded-looking placeholder page greets visitors to my site. The sad thing is, it's not even a placeholder for my own homepage, it's a placeholder for someone else's. It encourages visitors that some website called http://plain.rackshack.net is coming soon. (by the way rackshack.net appears to be some sort of online hardware retail store... what???).
Not only that, but my art@jeremybear.com email is fritzed. It's all very ridiculous. Hhh...
I suppose it could be worse, though... after all...
No, forget it. I'm not going to give these people the benefit of the doubt. I'm annoyed and enraged and I can't get at my email and I can't update my site and I can't transfer files through FTP and it's all because Seanic wasn't able to keep their promise of %99.9 uptime. It's been the better part of a day (I discovered this issue before going to bed last night). Typically, it's a couple hours a week or a half-day a month that things go screwy with my email or with my site, but it's never been this bad. Oooh, this is very upsetting. Big as life, right on their homepage, it says "GUARANTEED 99.9% UPTIME OR MORE"... Guaranteed? Oh really? Or what, my money back? Well, lay some cash on me, baby.
By the way, I think it's significant that Seanic's own site (www.seanic.net) isn't down. Apparently, they don't trust their own server to host their own site, or they'd be down as well.
Oooooooohhhhhh, this is such a pisser.
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On a lighter note, today was Carey's first day of work. Training actually. She's on her way home now. Congratulations, Care.
Not that anyone can read this.
Grrr.
Stacie has returned. As I wrote on my homepage:
 Update: Stacie Albrecht
As it happens, Stacie turned up today (Wednesday as of this writing), safe and hopefully sound. Apparently (and this is a third-or-fourth-hand report), she went temporarily goofy on Sunday and decided to drive away for a couple of days without telling anyone. While this isn't very in character for Stacie as far as I've ever known her, we're all thrilled that she's unharmed.
But, do your civic duty and squelch the email-forwarding wildfire by informing those that you've written to or spoken to about this that she's indeed okay.
For the newspaper account of the story, click here.
I do realize that it's 4:00 in the morning and I wish I could say that I'm posting at this ungodly hour because I'm an early riser , but the truth is, I simply haven't made it to bed yet... I doubt I could sleep if I tried... mostly, it's because of two terribly, terribly disturbing emails I received earlier in the evening. First, I got this one from a former co-worker back in Canton:
I know that some of you are far away, but if someone is missing, they can end up farther than you think.
Attached please find the Stacie Flyer. Please forward to all friends and family - especially those out of the North Canton area. I used to work with this girl. If you could please forward this flyer to everyone in this area, I would greatly appreciate it.
Thanks,
Krisite
Shortly thereafter, this came in:
hi there. i know that i haven't talked to you for some time, but one of my friends is missing and if you happen to have any information on her, i thought it would be worth a try... she has been missing since sunday - she never picked up her kids on sunday - yes she has 2 children and it's not like her to do this kind of thing...
attached is a missing persons flier -please look it over and hang some up!
thanks, monica
Kristie, Monica and I worked with Stacie Albrecht at Innis Maggiore Group a few years back. She's genuinely one of the sweetest women I've ever met and a dear friend.
And she's missing.
Although the flyer outlines all the info below, here it is, just in case you have issues looking at the file (.pdf format):
Stacie Albrecht
Last seen Sunday, Sept. 29. in North Canton, OH
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Car: 2000 Ford Focus 4-Door, Light Blue w/ Liscense # BFV8031
(Small dent on passenger side, "Goddess" sticker on back bumper)
Any information please contact the North Canton police:
330-499-5911
This is the flyer that Kristie and Monica are passing around. Please download it and post it somewhere. I'm very worried. Usually this kind of thing is reserved for people on the news or friend-of-a-friend stories, but this time it's... well, it's Stacie. We're praying that she's okay and the explanation for all this is something really stupid and embarrassing, but... take a good look at the picture above and to the right. Click to enlarge it. Download the flyer and put it on a telephone poll. And, if you don't mind terribly, say a prayer for her safety.
Thanks.
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