Thursday, December 2

Jacked.

So I know y'all have been waiting on pins and needles for my 5,000-word dissertation on why Georgia's narrow, hideously sloppy win over Georgia Tech last week symbolizes the beginning of the end of hope for the Georgia program in much the same way that Sonny Corleone's assassination marked the beginning of the end of Michael's soul in the first "Godfather" movie, and I was really (not really) looking forward to getting right on that, but lo and behold, when I came home from lunch on Tuesday I looked to my right and saw a big dust-outlined square where my 42" plasma TV used to be. And there was an empty cubbyhole where my DVD player used to be, and an empty box where the Wii I'd just bought and hadn't even hooked up yet used to be . . . and absolutely nothing where my laptop used to be. Long story short, I got robbed, and it sucks.

The real shit of the deal is that just about everything I've ever written was on my laptop, which, barring a miracle, I'm never getting back. (Hope the crackheads enjoy the porn I had saved on there, at least.) But the other stuff can easily be replaced -- and will be, since I had renter's insurance with the full-replacement-cost rider. Right now this is a major pain in the ass, but in the grand scheme of things it's going to prove to be a minor annoyance.

All that said, I'm computer-less for the near future, so you're not gonna find a lot on here until that situation is rectified. Holly and I are fixing to do some computer shopping on Sunday -- she's trying to draw me over to the Apple side, and she may just succeed -- so I'm hoping this hiatus won't last too long. But a hiatus it is. Hang tight for a bit, and for God's sake keep y'all shit locked down. And if you come across a Dell Inspiron 6000 with the serial number DZYXS81, kick the guy who sold it to you in the balls, if you wouldn't mind.

Thiiiiiiiiinks.

10 comments:

NCT said...

Have checked outside Cam's window?

Dude, that sucks. I got robbed TWICE when I lived on 16th Avenue (partway up Thrill Hill).

Zen Bubba said...

That blows.

Vincent said...

Man, I don't personally know you, but you have the worst luck of anyone I know. Life's a pendulum, it'll swing back.

Reed said...

Sorry to hear that, D. You sound remarkably calm. I'd be angry enough to start tossing toasters and shit.

Big Muddy Dawg said...

Did you have your computer stuff backed up at all? I dated a writer once who lost almost all her stuff in a harddrive crash...it almost destroyed her. I'm sorry to hear of your misfortune.

Kristen said...

This may actually be the first time I've heard of someone having renters' insurance and it worked in their favor. Condolences for your lost work!

Michael the G said...

Yeah, Renters Insurance is cheap and can save your ass if you have a good policy.

Quick question for you, did you and or Holly mention that you might be moving to your landlord? Or did they have anyone over to look at your leaky ceiling? I'm insinuating that your landlord or one of their duly appointed agents jacked yo' shit.

Paul said...

Glad to hear you have the insurance to replace it all. I had my car stereo stolen years back and dealth with it amazingly calm at first, until I checked the center console and found out they had stolen my change as well. That set me off. I was ok with the roughly $1000 worth of stuff from my stereo being stolen but why did the sick bastards have to steal my emergency dollar menu money. If I see Cam, I mean anyone, running around C-town with your laptop I'll be sure to give them a swift kick to the nads and get it back for you(after checking out the porn of course).

Nicole said...

Have you checked Cam Newton's apartment for the computer?

Unknown said...

That sucks about your computer. I think it heralds the end of Western civilization.
In the meantime, the local public library has computers you can use.
I don't know if one bad game means the end of the program or not.
I've already gotten my Outback Bowl tickets for this year, and I'm expecting it to be a Georgia game.

Get a Mac. It's what Steve would've wanted.