So the police called me at work this morning, and get this: some little dipshit broke into my house. He used a kitchen knife to cut a screen on a window facing the back yard, and climbed in through the opening. Then he bundled up my XBox 360 and a stack of 13 games and two controllers and some cables (neatly disconnected from the media cabinet, might I add, which is no small feat to accomplish without breaking things). He stuffed them all into a backpack, wrapped that in a curtain (why?), and went into the back yard, where he was met by cops who had been called by a suspicious and watchful neighbor a few houses down. They tried to tase him – didn’t connect. He ran around with officers in pursuit (in what I assume was a comical manner, soundtracked by “Yakety Sax”; I suppose there were quality bosoms and chippies in their knickers involved). Then he was clonked over the head or something and taken into custody. My XBox and accoutrements were abandoned mid-chase in the back yard, so I recovered everything taken and it still works and all.
To merge this with the usual subject matter of this blog – why just the XBox? Does he have no taste? I have racks of DVDs that are light, smallish, and representative of someone with excellent taste in genre fare. I have hordes of CDs and LPs from a broad cross-section of styles, some of which are rare and valuable. I have an iPod. Has this dude no aspirations of self-enrichment? Does he just want to game his life away when he could instead be listening to the out-of-print Sonny Stitt twofer “Tune-Up/Constellation” (excellent altoman!) and watching the obscure-but-great spaghetti Western “A Bullet for the General”?