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My name is Josiah Platt. I'm a designer / developer nerd from Dallas, TX, and I'm pretty sure I love you.

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Mar.22.2008

I share an apartment with my brother in Texas. We live in a pretty cool part of town; Lifetime Fitness across the street, hub of stores and shops within walking distance, and a nice view of some good old Texas woods from our third floor balcony. Overall a pretty secure and peaceful place.

Someone broke into said apartment this past week. Straight-up door-kicking ninjosity was used to bust through our meager defenses, and the would-be heist master rummaged through a ton of our stuff in what seemed to be a mad search for some undefined thief joy-bringer. I’m sure my stash of gold bullion was his true intent, but he left empty handed (thankfully… maybe?).

We theorize that he was scared off by a DHL delivery guy, who left a note stamped on our door at 12:15 PM that afternoon. As a criminal justice major, my brother was quick to inform me that most burglaries occur at around 11:00 AM during the day, and that it’s likely he was taking his sweet time when he heard the knock of our faceless package-bearing saviour.

So the results then. It’s weird to go to bed at night, looking around your room, picturing some random schlep walking around and digging through your stuff. That’s exactly what he did. Airsoft guns on the bed, stuff from my closet strewn about, bathroom drawers open and lights on.

Stranger still to sleep in on a day off, and be alone in the apartment during the time of day when he (the aforementioned thieving schlep), was there before. I lay in my bed, waiting for the sounds of a door being kicked in a second time, kick-leg driven by the desire to snag the two iMac’s that were abandoned on the first attempt.

The following image is a detailed example of what you would see shortly after said secondary door-kicking:

I\'ll Steal Your Manhood, schlep.

Pity the foo’.

Onto the above “(maybe?)”, my paranoid mind looks at the broken door frame, the clutter, and the apparent lack of any actual stolen items, and immediately goes “24″ on the situation. I think not of what he would have taken, but what he may have left.

Listening device? Pinhole camera? Invisible Micro-turret (I don’t know if this exists, but it should)? I know I’m not all that interesting, but I can’t stop imagining a world in which I’m the center of some government-level conspiracy, spies infiltrating my life, trying to take me down.

I’m aware of how absurd that is, but just in case, if you read any articles entitled “Local web nerd [by the name of Josiah Platt] dies in strange suicide”, believe it not, for I have been murdered by spies and it’s being hidden in a massive coverup conspiracy.

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