Nun's money gets laundered?

Back on the 19th, somebody used my stolen credit card info to buy stuff. So I reported it to my credit union, who promptly burned my credit card number. I figured that would be the end of it.

But neau. I got email from FedEx saying they were about to deliver a package to my old address. (I updated my addresses with every business I care about a couple of months ago.) I got the package last night and it contained – wait for it – dietary supplements. I don't want them, I don't need them, and I certainly didn't order them.

The only reasons I can think of why a criminal would actually want to ship unwanted merchandise are either a) to inflate their sales numbers, as Chinese merchants did a while back without actually stealing anything, or b) trying harder than usual to make the transaction look legitimate, as if it's about that and not the stuff. Of course it's not about the stuff: I have the stuff.

Somewhat against my better judgment, I talked to the cops, i.e. tips.fbi.gov. Had this been an ordinary theft of credit card info I wouldn't have even considered it, but this feels different. Did my recent move make me a target? Did our possible money launderers goof by failing to realize that my old and new addresses are only ten minutes apart by bus?

Fun fact: both the credit card statement and the label on the package bore the names of businesses in Florida. Different parts of Florida, but I thought it was an interesting coincidence.

You knew there had to be a house post, didn't you?

Now that I have more wall space than I used to, after over ten years I finally got around to framing and hanging art pieces that I've never hung before. The are:

1. A J.R. "Bob" Dobbs image, right next to the bouncy chairs so it stares vapidly at anyone sitting there. I bought it fair and square from the Church of the Subgenius.
2. A watercolor of a bird by kathrynt. There are two people who, more than any others, got me through transition. One, as regular readers surely know, is cupcake_goth. Kathryn is the other, but I hardly ever get to see her anymore because she lives in an outer suburb. (Back in the day I lived in relatively nearby inner suburb and was car scum.) I miss her, and now I have a reminder of her in a prominent place.