||[Mar. 11th, 2008|09:25 pm]
OK, so this morning I was thinking that tonight I would blog about American Idol, because I haven't really blogged about television recently, and given how much television I watch (which is about a zillion times more than I admit to watching) it seems a bit weird that I don't talk about it more.|
Plus, tonight was the debut of the top 12, and it's a really good top 12 now that HairDanny is off, although I have to admit that his singout was sort of fabulous, and made me wonder why he didn't just give that performance the night before, or, like, ever. And as it turned out, tonight was a really good show, and Carly totally needs to win and Brooke just needs to sign a record deal now and what the heck was up with that I'm a Little Bit Country, I'm a Little Bit High on Speed thing Kristy Lee did? And did your heart not break a little - just a little - when David A forgot the words? And am I crazy, or was Chikezie actually good?
But now I'm bummed, because I don't really feel like I can blog about that, because this afternoon when I got out of a meeting I had a message from my sister telling me that our alarm had gone off because someone kicked in our back door. They obviously ran off when the alarm sounded because nothing inside the house was touched (although I asked my sister to please tell the police that it had been ransacked, so they wouldn't know it always looks like that). But the back door is totally broken, and is now screwed shut, because of course that particular door is no longer available and BIL went to two stores and the only door that's the same size with the holes in the right place is hung from the wrong side.
Sheesh. What is it about our house? This is the second time in three years we've been broken into. (Time number one is why we have an alarm system now). I mean, I know it's because we're right at the end of the block and have a privacy fence with a gate that's on the street side and that street happens to be the feeder road to the freeway, but still. Of all the houses on our block, ours looks like the one that's least likely to have anything worth stealing in it. And the last time wasn't a big deal to me because it was so obviously some kid who did it, and we even thought we had an idea which kid it might be, but this is different. It would have taken someone really, really strong to kick in our door hard enough to bust the deadbolt and break the door.
And the scary part? I'm sure they figured we weren't home because there were no cars in the driveway. And next week is spring break and I was planning on leaving the kids home alone for two half days. Now I don't know what I'm going to do.
That's heavy duty.
At least no one was home when it happened - you never know.
That's awful. I'm so sorry that that happened to you.
Back in the day when I used to talk to cops about these things, the cops said, generally speaking, incidence of crime, esp break-ins, were very high the closer to the freeway you are, because of ease of access, or ease of getaway. So when I bought this place, I knew what I was getting into. And sure enough, I had a murder at the top of the driveway in 96, a freeway chase that ended up in my neighborhood and the perp chose to hide in my backyard, many freeway chases ending up in my surrounding area with the helicopters flying up above with their searchlights. And a few months ago, the cops were chasing a DUI through the neighborhood and chose to do a sobriety test in my driveway under my bedroom window.
Three weeks ago, my neighbor gave me a heads up because a highschooler was nearly abducted at the end of my street.
I had hoped that with the great construction boom, and the developers knocking down the bungalows and putting up expensive homes, that the neighborhood would be better. But at the end of the day, it's location, location, location.
I am totally moving.
But I am very happy for your alarm system. It did its job. Is there a chance you could sign up with a service? I have an alarm system hooked to a service, and when it goes off, and I don't answer the phone, the cops descend with dogs and guns.
2008-03-25 11:01 am (UTC)
They're attracted to the house...
This was one of the catch-phrases of the film "Nomads" with Pierce Brosnan and Lesley-Anne Downs, done sometime in the late eighties, I think. Just looking at it typed out gives me an odd chill down my veins. Supposedly, the house was located in some sort of place that threw out negative vibes that in turn drew into itself some sort of dark elements (or Elementals) and the idea that having been drawn there, some part of it remained, and attracted others of it's kind, whether it was active or not and the degree to which it was active and dangerous, rather than being dormant, or sleeping, was (I think) the main point of the plot, like Henry James' "The Turn of the Screw".
I remember in the film, the anthropologist (Pierce Brosnan) spoke of interviews with real Nomads, and their stories of "meeting evil spirits over the ice" or getting lost in the deep sands of the desert, in the far and strange places of the earth.
(Mhari said she didn't "pick up" anything when she & her DD were there for the Anime Con. She also said that everyone was dead dog tired, too.)