I call shenanigans. This week, some strangers employed a crowbar to commit a federal offense at my expense. That’s right – the bastards broke into the central mail station for my apartment complex and looted all the boxes. They got my paycheck, a dalek shaped towel my friend Anne sent to decorate my Doctor Who themed bathroom, and a stack of bills I suspect they won’t pay. People who’ve known me for awhile may recall that I’m so hipster I had my identity stolen before we had a name for the phenomenon. The 1990’s were a dark time when dinosaurs…