Laptop stolen. Lost all my logins and so on. And I thought I’d managed to lock myself out of my blog for good, or at least until I found a better hacker than me to weasel their way back in. But all is well.

I mean, after the expense and inconvenience of coughing up for a new one, and doing my RSS feeds all over again, pretty much the only irreplaceable thing on the laptop was my writing. Fiction, poetry, all kinds of blah. All gone for good. My fault for not backing up, but still gone. But the odd thing is, I actually don’t mind that much. Seven years of juvenilia? All my university essays? Pah!

Perhaps if someone had stolen my head, and replaced it with that of an ignorant racist who likes Meg Ryan films I’d be upset. But they’re welcome to the words I’ve generated so far. After all, if they publish my juvenilia then they’ll just be saddled ith the mediocre-writer reputation that ought to be mine. And meanwhile, I will ride off into the Web2.0 sunset…