I had 12 years of music stolen from me today from the Concept Forge... well, not really today, it was yesterday, but we noticed today. Some other things were taken too. It's kind of like having a really great friend just go away or disappear... that's the best analogy I can think of. I'm sad or upset, but not terribly because I know that they still doing great. I should be angry I guess... but in the end it will all replace itself. And I should be angry with the thief(s), but really I just feel sorry for them that they felt that they had to do it. And sure, materially, it was worth a lot of money, but it's much sadder that I've lost an entire folder of potential and previous inspiration. It could be argued that I'm just in shock, and once the shock wears off I'll be angry or livid or something, but when I rolled my car on I-35 three years ago, I had no textbook "shock" when I got out of the car, I was just really kind of calm and sad. I'm glad though that my discs of MP3s were all at home, so I still have quite a bit to listen to. Right now I'm in the process of begging friends for CDs to burn copies of, so if you are interested in the Contribute-Inspiration-to-Kruxy Fund, just let me know. I suppose this is a chance to start over and find all sorts of stuff that I've never even listened to before. Footnote 1: The plural of thief is theives and not theifs as I have written, but parenthetical plurals throw me off. Footnote 2: Calmness is a textbook sign of shock... but this wasn't what I had or have... I can't explain it but it's different. Footnote 3: For Natural Tools and MaxStotter. I was thinking that this could be an O. Henry story, because I'd just installed a CD player in my car... and my wife sold her hair for a watch fob...