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alas poor yorick, I knew him well

Let us pretend for a moment that I enjoyed giving inanimate objects Shakespearean names. Perhaps I might call my computer MacBeth, or maybe my car would be Puck. Possibly I would go into more detail and the seat in my car would be Juliet, or the four windows: Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Horatio, and Yorick.

If this was all true, then the post title above would begin to make some sense. For alas poor, poor yorick is dead. Maybe he was comtemplating too much on whether to be or not to be, or more likely (sense he is an inanimate object) the thinking was done by what I can only assume was a crack addict who decided on the “not to be” side an thus ended poor yorick’s time on these earth just before he absconded with my camera and iPod.

You are smart people. I can sense that. And thus you most likely have seen through my thin references. However, in that case that you haven’t, tonight I was robbed through way of shattering my front passenger side window into a billion little pieces. He thing took several items of value, and in an amazing twist (commented on my both of the cops which came to my aid) he (or she, let us being politically correct here) left my entire CD case. I am beginning to think that I have poor task in music since this is the third time I have been robbed only to leave all of my CD’s in place.

At this point I would love to show up a picture of the mess that currently is my passenger seat, but I can’t because HE/SHE STOLE MY CAMERA. Oh well.