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Reading: Old Asimovs
Music: Velvet Underground
TV/Movie: NOVA
Link o' the Day: Margaret Cho's Blog
Info an the Fiction Writers APA can be found in February 26th's entry.
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Be warned, what follows contains some ranting
There is nothing quite like the impotent rage that comes with getting robbed.
Last night was _not_ a good night for Pretty Maggie or me--particularly Pretty Maggie. It started off with the frames to her glasses breaking for no apparent reason, and the form of break being the kind that could only be fixed by a professional. We trooped down to Lenscrafters only to have a very lazy person tell us there was nothing she could do. (I've had glasses fixed on the spot there before--even having lenses resized for new frames. I suspect she didn't want to be bothered so close to closing time.) So alternatives will be looked for today.
Later that night, I go out to park the car for the evening. Hmm.. dome light is on--we must have left it on while looking for something. Hey... the dashboard has been pulled out! Damn! The back window has been smashed it!
The car had been broken into. It appeared that I came along before the little thief could get away with the whole stereo (he got the faceplate, though), but what was much worse was him snagging Pretty Maggie's briefcase. There was nothing in it of value to anyone but her--that's the real slap in the face. It's probably sitting in some trashbin getting rained on as I type. All her papers and work notes. Work-related phone numbers and other stuff I won't go into. Jeez!
So we called the police (who took half an hour to arrive) while I walked up and down the street, tiptoeing into driveways and backyards to check their trash, looking for anything that might resemble the profile of a ditched briefcase.
Nothing. And my girl was very upset--understandbly. I lost a computer with years of notes, stories, and personal e-mails in a break in last year (as well as a slew of home electronics). That same month I also lost a backpack with all my SFWA paperwork and other personal items when my car was broken. We had hoped our new neighborhood would be somewhat of an improvement.
The worst part of the whole thing isn't so much the damage and the lost items. Almost anything can be replaced, and fortunately it looks like insurance will cover some of the loss this time around. The worst part, as far as I'm concerned, is the violation of privacy and security. Why the hell can't we trust our fellow human beings to respect someone else's property and privacy? Is that such an unreasonable thing to expect?
I don't think I'm being naive here in thinking that society should be better than this. It should be! Little kids shouldn't live in fear of priests. The elderly shouldn't be afraid of walking outside at night. Politicians shouldn't lie to us about why they're bombing the crap out of some third-world nation, and people should not break into other people's cars!
Dammit!
Ending rant.... aaaaargh
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Nothing else much to report on today. Still pissed about the above. Today's link is a totally different track--welcome to Margaret Cho's Blog. I've always liked her stance on issues from politics to sexuality--plus she can be funny as hell.
Enjoy!
Music: Velvet Underground
TV/Movie: NOVA
Link o' the Day: Margaret Cho's Blog
Info an the Fiction Writers APA can be found in February 26th's entry.
* * *
Be warned, what follows contains some ranting
There is nothing quite like the impotent rage that comes with getting robbed.
Last night was _not_ a good night for Pretty Maggie or me--particularly Pretty Maggie. It started off with the frames to her glasses breaking for no apparent reason, and the form of break being the kind that could only be fixed by a professional. We trooped down to Lenscrafters only to have a very lazy person tell us there was nothing she could do. (I've had glasses fixed on the spot there before--even having lenses resized for new frames. I suspect she didn't want to be bothered so close to closing time.) So alternatives will be looked for today.
Later that night, I go out to park the car for the evening. Hmm.. dome light is on--we must have left it on while looking for something. Hey... the dashboard has been pulled out! Damn! The back window has been smashed it!
The car had been broken into. It appeared that I came along before the little thief could get away with the whole stereo (he got the faceplate, though), but what was much worse was him snagging Pretty Maggie's briefcase. There was nothing in it of value to anyone but her--that's the real slap in the face. It's probably sitting in some trashbin getting rained on as I type. All her papers and work notes. Work-related phone numbers and other stuff I won't go into. Jeez!
So we called the police (who took half an hour to arrive) while I walked up and down the street, tiptoeing into driveways and backyards to check their trash, looking for anything that might resemble the profile of a ditched briefcase.
Nothing. And my girl was very upset--understandbly. I lost a computer with years of notes, stories, and personal e-mails in a break in last year (as well as a slew of home electronics). That same month I also lost a backpack with all my SFWA paperwork and other personal items when my car was broken. We had hoped our new neighborhood would be somewhat of an improvement.
The worst part of the whole thing isn't so much the damage and the lost items. Almost anything can be replaced, and fortunately it looks like insurance will cover some of the loss this time around. The worst part, as far as I'm concerned, is the violation of privacy and security. Why the hell can't we trust our fellow human beings to respect someone else's property and privacy? Is that such an unreasonable thing to expect?
I don't think I'm being naive here in thinking that society should be better than this. It should be! Little kids shouldn't live in fear of priests. The elderly shouldn't be afraid of walking outside at night. Politicians shouldn't lie to us about why they're bombing the crap out of some third-world nation, and people should not break into other people's cars!
Dammit!
Ending rant.... aaaaargh
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Nothing else much to report on today. Still pissed about the above. Today's link is a totally different track--welcome to Margaret Cho's Blog. I've always liked her stance on issues from politics to sexuality--plus she can be funny as hell.
Enjoy!
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