See, now I'll worry about my car while I'm home for Christmas.

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So my brother managed to get his car stolen. From a locked parking garage. With a security camera. It's not his fault, really; he had locked the doors and taken his keys with him. Geez, poor kid. I drive a car that's the exact same model and only four years younger all over the damn country for three years, keep it in an open deck and later in the parking lot of an apartment complex whose gate security iz pastede on yay, and the worst that happens to it is a minor collision with the bumper. He drives his around the Twin Cities metro area for four months and gets it stolen from a locked garage with a security camera.

The camera footage shows a shadowy figure coming into the garage and...covering the lens. Thank God for insurance, eh?

In other news, I am wanking on Public Folders. It feels really, really good.