After debat­ing and dis­cussing the acqui­si­tion of tele­vi­sions for months, Serene and I finally found the willpower and action plan to go to Fry’s and god­damn it, buy TVs so we could play Playsta­tion 3 and watch Net­flix until our brains exploded. And by “Net­flix” I meant “Deep Space 9.”

And it was good. MGS4ing it up while start­ing to con­sider my proto-living room home was a good first step in adjust­ing to the idea of actu­ally dec­o­rat­ing and fill­ing an apart­ment rather than just a room. EXPANSION OF THINGS AND STUFF COMMENCING.

Exactly a week later, I got back from the Apple Cup to dis­cover some­thing odd: my apart­ment door was unlocked it was cer­tainly cool and drafty inside. And what is this? Oh, there’s a hole where one of my win­dows used to be. Interesting.

I sup­pose some­one else wanted my TV more than I did. And take it they did after bust­ing out one of the win­dows (which is rather hard to get at from the out­side, so they must have cer­tainly wanted it) with a brick and climb­ing through the non-safety glass and wound­ing them­selves quite a bit.

They cer­tainly took a par­tic­u­lar path. My TV and HDMI cable were gone, but the PS3, Blu-Rays, and PS3 games were all there. My lap­top from 2006 was miss­ing too, but my desk­top, mon­i­tors, and DSLR WHICH WAS JUST SITTING ON THE FLOOR were all untouched.

My large hik­ing back­pack, par­tially filled with really awe­some things, was taken to pre­sum­ably stuff the lap­top into. Brown Argyle sweater from high school? Gone. Mer­lino Wool Pur­ple sweater? Gone. MY FAVORITE TEA INFUSER? Gone. One of my gloves? Gone.

In a calm and col­lected man­ner, I called our friendly 911 and a nice SPD offi­cer showed up about an hour later to look things over and take some fin­ger­prints. It was a fun con­ver­sta­tion when I men­tioned that my ham­mer was also stolen.

Me: “Oh, and they took my hammer.”

Offi­cer: “Your hammer?”

Me: “Yeah, I keep a ham­mer in my bed­stand in case this hap­pens when I’m home dur­ing the time.”

Offi­cer: “And they took it?”

Me: “Well, it isn’t there now!”

Offi­cer: “Hunh.”

So any­way, I have Renter’s Insur­ance that doesn’t include depre­ci­a­tion, so things should be pretty good. The res­i­dents around me were cool and were pretty shocked about what hap­pened. They haven’t had another inci­dent like that in recent mem­ory and we fig­ured that there was lit­er­ally nobody around Thanks­giv­ing week­end that prob­a­bly let them scope out the places a bit. I didn’t have cur­tains in my liv­ing room yet (which actu­ally was on my to-do list), but I cer­tainly do now.

After half a decade in Seat­tle, I sup­pose this was bound to hap­pen sooner or later. And Capi­tol Hill is still super cool despite this lit­tle incident.