ok, i already replied, but there's something else i have to say, because you know that if there's any way to get a laugh out of a bad situation, i will always find it:
My house was burgled in January 2001. In addition to the burglar alarm,
i mean, this is horrible, but it's also fucking hilarious. and after i got over the initial shock and sadness for your loss over the weekend, i couldn't help but break into a little giggle, because think about it: say you're a cop, and you get called to a science fiction convention, where a man (the cop's perception, anyway) with a beard wearing a skirt tells you that his krumhorn has been stolen. i mean, you can't make that shit up.
that cop will be eating out on the story for the rest of his career. he'll tell his grandchildren about it. this story will never be forgotten. and i guarantee, if any krumhorns turn up in pawnshops, no one's going to have trouble remembering who to call.
to quote Camille Paglia: "Your life is a Fellini film, lacking only Anita Ekberg with a cat on her head." you have completely and utterly outclassed my life for sheer random bizarre events.
i hope you're able to get at least a momentary smile out of this. i'm sending lots of good thoughts your way, all i can spare right now, and i hope the police find your stuff soon.
--good point. Hell, who in a pawnshop will even know what a krumhorn IS?? They'll think it's the weirdest bong they ever saw. Or they'll try to "fix" it ("hey, this trumpet is all bent, man.") Here's hoping that the idiots DO hock it. Here's what you do--go to ALL the pawn shops in the area with a drawing or sketch of what it looks like, and tell them, "When this comes in, if it does, call me," and explain. They may not want to do a police sting, but at least you can buy it back for a fraction of what it should cost (probably). As the previous poster said, what use could they have for it? And this IS funny enough that you could use it in a screenplay . . . the part about the SF con and the cop responding . . . being completely clueless. And DO check that car insurance policy. One of you probably has coverage!
Y'know, I've got this mental file of lines and situations for "if I ever write a movie or a novel", and it hadn't occurred to me to add this. Though now that you've put the idea there, the scene with the thief and the pawn sop owner could be funnier than the scene with me and the cop.
Well actually I hadn't changed after the concert, so I was still in my kilt, which may or may not have seemed less bizarre to the cop. (Yes, I was at a convention in boyclothes -- shock! -- but that's my performing-with-HCB costume.) I sometimes think my life is a Zucker/Abrahams movie, but that may be because I'm cinematologically undereducated (not as familiar with Fellini as I should be).
The cop was definitely shaking his head over a) the number of items in each bag, and b) the number of unfamiliar items he had to ask questions about. He said, "Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't it have been somebody just getting a television set stolen or something?"
I did get a lot of mileage out of the burglar alarm being stolen in 2001. It made it easier to keep my complaining entertaining to othe people on that one, and to express just how pissed I was that the alarm hadn't done its job. (I guess it would've been even more twisted if they'd stolen the sensors as well as the central unit.)
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My house was burgled in January 2001. In addition to the burglar alarm,
i mean, this is horrible, but it's also fucking hilarious. and after i got over the initial shock and sadness for your loss over the weekend, i couldn't help but break into a little giggle, because think about it: say you're a cop, and you get called to a science fiction convention, where a man (the cop's perception, anyway) with a beard wearing a skirt tells you that his krumhorn has been stolen. i mean, you can't make that shit up.
that cop will be eating out on the story for the rest of his career. he'll tell his grandchildren about it. this story will never be forgotten. and i guarantee, if any krumhorns turn up in pawnshops, no one's going to have trouble remembering who to call.
to quote Camille Paglia: "Your life is a Fellini film, lacking only Anita Ekberg with a cat on her head." you have completely and utterly outclassed my life for sheer random bizarre events.
i hope you're able to get at least a momentary smile out of this. i'm sending lots of good thoughts your way, all i can spare right now, and i hope the police find your stuff soon.
Good point--
Re: Good point--
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The cop was definitely shaking his head over a) the number of items in each bag, and b) the number of unfamiliar items he had to ask questions about. He said, "Why did this have to happen to you? Why couldn't it have been somebody just getting a television set stolen or something?"
I did get a lot of mileage out of the burglar alarm being stolen in 2001. It made it easier to keep my complaining entertaining to othe people on that one, and to express just how pissed I was that the alarm hadn't done its job. (I guess it would've been even more twisted if they'd stolen the sensors as well as the central unit.)