It was a stinking, moronic, thrice-damned firestarting sonofabich.
And as the police are concerned, they don't have anyone to convict. And as I know the police, they won't get anyone to convict. And as I also know the details of our insurance, we'll have to pay for quite a bit of the damage.
A bottle of fine Whiskey. My Dad's HD-screen. My Sis's 7.1 Surround System. My Mum's most comfortable blanket.
Dimmed lights, a few candles, my Xbox 360 and many, many Depeche Mode DVDs, hours of playing Mass Effect and perhaps me finally completing Gears of War.
Perhaps I'll blow up something virtual when the year changes.
I just heard the Xbox360 "download finished" ping. Then I turned around and remembered/realized that the TV isn't on. And that the Xbox isn't plugged in right now.