Burglar alarms

Well, it's been a while and I can't even come up with anything witty to say anymore. You suck! Well, not You the Reader (unless you do suck in which case I was right) but you as in a general you. And it was obviously a tribute to the "World of Offline Gaming" video found on video.google.com

But yet again I digress as I often do.

The title of this my most recent rant may be, as in the case of the "Cats" -rant, a bit misleading. This is intentional.
I don't mind burglar alarms in general, in fact I'm in their favour. It is my firm belief that every man or woman of legal age is at liberty to buy themselves as many burglar alarms as they see fit and install them on their own time and in their own homes. Certainly, they (the alarms, not the men and/or women) are borderline useless as one of humanities most prominent features is ignoring things that supposedly don't concern them, but as a bored liberal I say: Go Ahead!

What does bug and annoy me is malfunctioning burglar alarms that go off 2.25 saturday morning and when you finally call the police, not because I care whether or not some store I never frequent gets broken into but because 30 minutes later the blasted alarm is still sounding, they inform you that "the responsible security company is on site and trying to locate the proprietor" and that the alarm won't be shut off until he or she gets there. The alarm then continues to sound until 4.14 (yes I was looking at the clock) at which point all hope of sleep is to be abandoned.
When I went to pick up breakfast buns (oh ha-ha-ha very mature) I was mildly surprised to find the store responsible of the Symphony in C was intact with it's windows unbroken.

Over and out