Apparently, my car was broken into last week. I'm not usually in the habit of locking my car when it's in front of my house, I guess I tend to assume that nobody is foolish enough to rob a car while it's parked in front of the owner's residence. This is exactly the sort of assumptions that tend to backfire, of course. I assumed wrong. I'm a tad uncertain as to when the actual theft took place, because I don't check my glovebox every time I get into my car. As it is, however, I did eventually check it to find that some hooligan had helped himself to 3 or 4 CDs, and a canister of earl grey tea. At first, I found this amusing - the CDs that they ("they" most likely being juvenile delinquents.) got didn't exactly fall into the category of mainstream recordings. Some Micheal W. Smith, the soundtrack to Apollo 13, and some classical recordings. (I was less disappointed about the loss of the tea...earl grey is a bit too bitter for my tastes, and sugar cancels the bitterness a little too well - it ends up tasting like orange-ey water.) The more I thought about it, however, the more a profound sense of violation I felt creeping over me. It's a difficult feeling to articulate until one actually experiences it. The fact that they would dare break into your things is very, very maddening - coupled with the frustration of knowing that there's nothing that you can do about it. Of course, I'm not the sort of person to go on a homicidal physco murdering spree, but all the same, the anger was very real, and very strong.

And now it's time for quotes from gaim, quite possibly taken completely out of context.

(20:33:26) Chris Timmons: hgchgtcxyitdytfcyutvotyvyutuotviytvy

(20:06:35) Pixel: If anything, I'm arguing for the legalisation of cannibalism.

(14:39:52) Tim Yates: You've become his servant boy....fetch me some grapes

I modified a comic that I found online to display a more or less accurate representation of the events of Saturday afternoon at church, and my reactions to them. Long story short - they finally trusted me with a master key to the building. My apologies to Penny Arcade for the maiming of their comic. (In case anybody is wondering, I'm supposed to be the guy in the yellow shirt, and Chris Timmons is the fellow in the blue. It is also a more or less accurate facsimile of his hairstyle.)

Valentine's day came and went. Another year before sales of roses and chocolates and condoms again skyrocket. In case you're wondering, no, I didn't have a date for that abomination among holidays. Is it my personality? My face? I asked myself while driving home today if I'd trade my technical skill and intelligence for a more likable personality. I have neither in abundance, however, I came to the conclusion - at least after some experiences at church - that I would. There are times when I simply wish that I was a moron that was easy to like. An incredibly shallow thing to say, true, but the lure of actually having friends is really quite attractive. By the way, in case you're female, cute, and available, leave a note, number, and comprehensive dental history.