2 Out Of 3 Is Bad...

So, first my computer died, and I mean REALLY died. I mean over $500 in data recovery centre if I want my stuff back died. Not that bothered now though because I have a spanking new Dual-core MacBook Pro to play with.

Then, last night, when I checked to see if Andrew's bike was okay, I found mine wasn't. Some fuck-knuckle took to my chain with some bolt cutters and made off with it.

I'll get a new one soon so I'll get over the loss reasonably quickly.

On the upside, it reminded me of this delightful Decemberists track:

I'm really sorry Steven
But your bicycle's been stolen
I was watchin' it for you
'Til you came back in the fall
Guess I didn't do such a good job after all

I was feeling really sorry Steven
And I spent all morning grieving
And everybody's saying
That you'll take the news gracefully
Somehow I don't think I'll be getting off that easily

I meant her no harm
When I left her unlocked
Outside the Orange Street Food Farm
I was just running in
Didn't think I'd be that long
I came out, she was gone
And all that was there was some bored old dog
Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been
Guess we'll never see poor Madeleine again

Let this be consolation, Steven
That all the while you were in England
I treated her with care and respect
And gave her lots of love
And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up

Where has she gone?
Well, I bet she's on the bottom of a Frenchtown pond
Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride
So I wrote you this song
In the hopes that you'd forgive me
Even though it was wrong
Being so careless with a thing so great
And taking your poor Madeleine away, away

They say things come in threes. I wonder what is next.