Resident Evil: Outbreak

I've been trying to start a file on this game for days and now I remember why I don't play it normally. There's so many buttons you have to push to do just a simple maneuver like dodging or kicking and forget reloading your weapon! Takes fucking forever! It's really frustrating.

You know what I don't understand?

I would think if you were a doctor or a maintenance man on call for the evening, you would have a pad and paper near your bed, table, etc. to take down information when the answering service (I) call you for emergencies. I mean, that would be the practical thing to do, right?

I make it a point to ask these people when I call, "Are you ready for the information?" to avoid giving it all to them and then finding out they have to go get a pen or a piece of paper.

I also don't understand people who say "Bye" to you and then, as you're hanging up, say, "What was that number aga-" -- too late, I'm already gone. And then they want to call back with attitude because they feel you hung up in their face. After they say good-bye. Uh-huh.

*sigh* He's so delightfully androgynous in this picture.

Can't believe I'm related to this guy

Man accused of murder plot

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Police: Suspect tried to hire 3 women to kill wife in Voorhees
By JIM WALSH
Courier-Post Staff
VOORHEES

Authorities say a bizarre murder-for-hire plot fell apart outside the intended victim's home here when the supposed killers - three young women - refused a man's request that they kill his estranged wife.

John A. Sannuti Jr., a 48-year-old engineer from Philadelphia, is accused of responding to that setback by threatening to kill the three women, ages 17, 18 and 20.

Then, officials said, Sannuti drove the women home to Philadelphia, where they promptly went to police.

Sannuti was being held in Philadelphia on Friday, charged with attempted murder and related offenses. He awaits extradition to New Jersey.

Sannuti wanted his wife, 50-year-old Joann Sannuti, to die outside her apartment in the early morning hours of Sept. 1, officials said.

"The plan that this guy concocted was that he was going to go into the wife's car and leave the interior light on," said Bill Shralow, a spokesman for the Camden County Prosecutor's Office. "Then he'd have the girls go to her door, posing as Good Samaritans, and tell her that her battery was running down. When she went out to the car, they'd stab her," Shralow said.

The women rebuffed Sannuti's offer of money, latex gloves and a single knife, Shralow said.

"These girls weren't aware of why he was taking them to Voorhees until they got there," he said. "They didn't want any part of it."

The women contacted Philadelphia police a short time later, about 3:30 a.m. Shralow described the women, who include two sisters, as acquaintances from Sannuti's southwest Philadelphia neighborhood.

Sannuti was arrested in Philadelphia on Thursday after an investigation by Voorhees police and the Domestic Violence Unit of the prosecutor's office.

Sannuti's wife was not harmed, Shralow said.

"She didn't know anything had gone on until sometime after (the planned ambush)," he noted.

He said police maintained "a presence" outside the wife's apartment "until they could determine she was out of immediate danger."

The wife obtained a restraining order against Sannuti after learning of the alleged plot, he added.

John Sannuti, who lives in the 2000 block of Carpenter Street, also is charged with three counts of terroristic threats and possession of a weapon for an unlawful purpose. Sannuti, an employee of the U.S. General Services Administration in Philadelphia, faces a maximum of 20 years for attempted murder and five years for each of the other offenses.

Superior Court Judge John T. McNeill III already has set bail of $100,000 for Sannuti, pending his transfer from Philadelphia.

Officials have not disclosed Joann Sannuti's address in Voorhees. The couple formerly lived on Blue Ridge Lane, also in the township.

"He seemed like a good guy," said Kim Fallon, a neighbor of the Blue Ridge Lane home. "It's shocking," she said. "It's the talk of the neighborhood."

This is my 2nd cousin.

The plot thickens

A cop shows up at our door this morning. Brad goes out to talk to him and is informed that the gun he reported stolen, was recovered a month before he reported it stolen. Now the cop is swearing out a warrant for filing a false police report within the next couple of days and Brad has to go turn himself in. It's a class 1 misdemeanor (a step down from a felony) so he's looking at a year if convicted.

I hope he does go to jail. That part doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that now he's fucked up again and now I have to suffer for it.

No Subject

The new car has been in its first accident. On Brad's way home from work Monday, someone pulled out in front of him and he clipped the back bumper of this person's car. It was their fault so now we have to deal with the headache of the insurance adjuster coming out, insurance companies themselves and blah, blah, blah. Brad got in the accident so I told him this is all on him, I don't have the energy to deal with this crap right now.

My car still isn't fixed -- it's been raining all week and now my parent's car is having the same problem.

Life is really starting to get to me

So what does Brad do after his little incident at the hospital? He goes over to my parent's house yesterday and gets high with my brother again. Granted, it was weed, but still. You know it's bad when you're no longer disappointed in a person. I've just about given up on him altogether.

Then there's this job. I'm just so tired of all the politics here. It's time for me to leave.

I was supposed to meet that guy Denzel up at Uno's for dinner on Friday night but stupid me, I said, "We'll meet up in the parking lot. I'll be driving a gold Focus." He said he drives a blue truck. I should have been more specific because, of course, the parking lot was 10 times bigger than I expected with about 7 blue trucks in the lot. At one point I saw a guy standing up in front of the restaurant talking on a cell phone and he looked like he was waiting for someone so I went and parked the car and walked up to the front. He was still talking on the cell and his voice sounded familiar. I kept trying to make eye contact without interrupting him on the phone to indicate that I was looking for someone but he looked at me once and kept talking. So I thought, "Okay, maybe it's not him." I decided to walk back to my car and pull around to the front, beep my horn, I don't know, try to get his attention in the car that I told him I'd be driving but when I pulled back around to the front, he was gone.

He's got my number so if he's serious about going out again, I figure he'll call me.

Thursday night at the hospital

Brad overdosed on heroin Thursday night and had to be taken to the hospital. Apparently he flatlined in the ambulance and they had to use the paddles on him. He was at my parent's house with his no-count cousin that I told him I didn't want him hanging out with anyway because this kind of shit happens when he's around him. He fucking shot up 60ccs of heroin. Used an actual needle to do the shit. Both he and my brother and Johnny (his cousin) is the one who administered it. In my parent's house. The cops were searching the house looking for drugs (which my brother had hidden in a speaker in his room).

I don't know what to do. I told him I would reconsider gretting back together with him if a) he would stop hanging out with his junkie cousin and b) he would stop doing drugs altogether.

I never in a million years thought he'd ever stick a fucking needle in his arm much less in my own parent's house! You don't just wake up one day and say, "I think I'm going to shoot up heroin today because I've never tried it that way before." You shoot up heroin because sniffing it, or doing it any other way doesn't do anything for them. So, obviously, he's doing this shit a lot more than he's letting on.