Back when I worked in Santa Barbara, I came in one morning to find that my office window had been shot out. The glass was all held in place by the tinting laminate, except for the bullet hole. It looked kind of neat, actually. I was sorry when they replaced it. (Except for the terrifying creaking sound the glass made when the wind blew and the sun heated it. I guess that wasn't as neat.)

At the time, we wondered whether it was me or my office-mate who was the target. But I just found out that it happened again last night, so I guess I wasn't the target.

In a way, I'm kind of disappointed.