HF said to me the other night : 
 "I'd rather have someone steal my car than steal my ipod." 
 I thought for a minute and I had to agree. For what is a car but a box of metal which can kill people. And what is an ipod but a gateway into a world of infinite pleasure. O small banisher of boredom, O cute matt black oblong of terpsychorean plenitude, O portable container of souls, I clasp thee to my bosom.