This weekend has been bipolar. Along with the usual lack of sleep, I,
1) sold a story
2) got my laptop and iPod stolen.
On the first: I sold an elbow-rubbing story to Jen Brozek at Apex for her new anthology, "Human Tales." This particular antho is a bunch of faerie tales from the fey creature's point of view. Mine was an Arabian Nights pastiche, and well-received by my writing group, who promptly went home and died with their lives complete.
On the second: ARG. ARG. ARRRRRUGUGG.
We were at a potluck yesterday in Cornwall Park, aka Frisbee Golf Stonerville USA. Because we filled our arms with babies and baby stuff, we forgot to ensure that the trunk had closed properly.
Some ratfink who should catch leprosy and die opened the trunk and helped himself to my backpack, including a laptop, iPod, two notebooks full of stuff relating to my tutoring job, a deck of cards, and an ARC of The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson.
Seriously now. Why do people do this? There was a box of diapers, two carseats, and a mess of kids' toys in that car.
What drives me crazy--oh oh--is knowing that the person can go through all my crap. None of it is interesting. Most of it is backed up on another computer. But they can read my lists of books I've read and read my journal entries and look at pictures of me and Chrissy throughout the years. They can see the Radiohead bootlegs that probably only a few other fanatics have. They can even read my stories. If they are a complete idiot, they can try to publish them, which would actually be a nice way to bust the thief. I'm changing everything online--passwords, security questions, everything. I'm calling every pawn shop (luckily we go to church with the cop who took the report, so he's doing more looking than usual) in this county and I'm trying the ISP to see if they can find the IP address. I just scored a circa 2009 laptop on eBay for way less than Mac would charge me.
But.
Some stoner idiot is out there looking through my pictures and my writing.
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG.
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I shouldn't have given you that computer. The world had to balance itself someone. You got a computer and then lost one :(
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Clearly the gods are upset when people get a PC and must rob said people of their Mac.
ReplyDeletefor this reason i hate cornwall park. rude. lame. stupid. selfish.
ReplyDeletecongrats on publishing a story!
Yay for the story! Suck on the other stuff. That guy's life sucks ass - you KNOW he's just building up a mad store of bad karma that's poisoning every part of his life. Good for you for not doing that!
ReplyDeleteI love running and biking in Cornwall Park. But why are the frisbee golfers all Dude Where's My Car rejects?
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