Someone out there deserves to be violated by a pack of syphillitic monkeys.

Repeatedly.

In any and all available orifices.

While on fire.

When Jen and I were out in Montclair today, I got an error message from an ATM saying I had already withdrawn my daily maximum in cash. Apparently, somebody out there is somehow using my ATM card to access my accounts (both checking and savings)... even though I still have my ATM card, my old card was thoroughly destroyed before it was disposed of, and not even my wife knows my pin number. The only thing any of us can think of is that someone used some sort of technique to pull my card's info from an ATM after I used it and somehow was able to either get the pin info, or bypass it.

Regardless of how it was done, my checking account is now $1,400 short, and Jen and my savings account is shy $500. They've accessed different ATM's each time - one in LA, one in Goleta, one in Fullerton, and one in Northridge. Bank of America has stopped my ATM card and re-sent me a new one, said that the money would be refunded into our accounts by Monday or Tuesday, and advised that we work with the LAPD to figure this out. We'll be heading back to the police precinct Monday night to file the report, once I get some info from the Bank and online.

So, yeah. Monkeys. Lots of 'em.