Clearly, I misspoke in my most recent post. When I railed against the bad people who make and/or fix our consumer products badly, what I REALLY should have been complaining about were the bad people who break into our homes and steal our badly made consumer products. Because yesterday, for the second time in three weeks, our house was broken into in broad daylight.
Was I courting this bizarre coincidence when I made these comments a while back? Perhaps. But I maintain: it's not the loss of minor electronic gadgets that bothers me. What I find I'm (predictably) bothered by is the textbook case of the squicks I've developed surrounding the fact that strangers have seen their way to enter my home violently and walk around as if they have every right to be there.
That, and the giant crap one of them took on my porch. That seemed excessive to me.
And how is this post about books? Well, at least they rarely get stolen. Books: priceless to us, worthless to some poor slob in need of a fix.