Wow, I can't believe how long it is between updates. This thing really slips away from me - I am NOT good at keeping this updated. I meant to post this yesterday but I didn't. So pretend you're reading this on a Monday.
First, I have to give a shout out to Honda for installing pretty solid windshields in their autovoitures. Driving home from work last night I saw some jackass hanging out of a car window coming the opposite direction and I was wondering what he was doing. Then, out of nowhere, a rock smashes right into my windshield. It was a little smaller than a golf ball, maybe 3/4 the size of one. Bounced right off, barely even left a mark. I was super-f'ing pissed, but I couldn't very well pull a uey right there in traffic, so I just kept going.
Anyway, I got home and McFly's cutting his grass. No big deal right? Right. But then it occurred to me: yesterday was Monday and he cut the grass. Also, on Saturday he'd been out mowing the grass and a comment was made to me, "What's he mowing, the dirt?" The reason said comment was made was because he'd just cut his grass on Thursday. So if we're keeping to timetables, he cut his grass on Thursday, Saturday, and Monday.
Does that seem odd to anyone else?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Golfing Seems Appropriate
10:30 pm, as you can see by the time stamp.
I just got back from a run and was walking down my road. McFly's out on his front porch with no lights on polishing his golf clubs.
Does no one see the distress in which this man lives his life? 10:30 at night, in the pitch black, polishing golf clubs.
What a loser.
And yes, that was a very tongue in cheek comment. I'm fully aware of how ludicrous I look as well :)
I just got back from a run and was walking down my road. McFly's out on his front porch with no lights on polishing his golf clubs.
Does no one see the distress in which this man lives his life? 10:30 at night, in the pitch black, polishing golf clubs.
What a loser.
And yes, that was a very tongue in cheek comment. I'm fully aware of how ludicrous I look as well :)
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Weedy McWeederstein
I came home from work tonight about 9:00 to the stench of marijuana ripe in the air. I even called my other neighbor to have her come out and verify that it was indeed the smell. She noticed, even from two houses down, the distinct aroma of Cannabis sativa.
I called the police but they said that unless they could catch him in the act, they really couldn't do anything, so I didn't want to bother. It's funny, for someone who has absolutely no compunctions about anyone else who may be breaking the law (in his opinion), he sure has no problem flaunting the rules when it suits him.
I think he may be dealing, too. He's got red lights coming out of his basement all the time and he comes and goes at extremely random times. It's worth keeping an eye on.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't feel safe living next to this psychopath.
I called the police but they said that unless they could catch him in the act, they really couldn't do anything, so I didn't want to bother. It's funny, for someone who has absolutely no compunctions about anyone else who may be breaking the law (in his opinion), he sure has no problem flaunting the rules when it suits him.
I think he may be dealing, too. He's got red lights coming out of his basement all the time and he comes and goes at extremely random times. It's worth keeping an eye on.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't feel safe living next to this psychopath.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Who Can That Be, Lurking 'Round My Door?
Monday, March 24, 2008
Hippies
If there's one thing I don't go in for, it's those hippies. So while this posting isn't truly about McFly, it's about the goings on (going ons? goings ons?) in my neighborhood.
While I was laying on the couch watching Family Guy I got an annoying little "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock on my door. It was some dreadlocked, nose-ringed hippy named Dewey. She wanted me to give money to some sort of clean the air foundation to try to get some steel company in Cleveland to clean up its act. I mentioned that I don't even live in Cleveland and told her how I doubted that pollution could even get down this far to me because it was, like, 30 minutes away or something. She proceeded to carry on about some thing or other with statistics and numbers and then she droned on about how they need money for such and such or some other. So I said I'd write a letter to somebody or other and I'd do some online donation, which I probably won't ever do. I chose to write a letter to Shatika Dickson, who is living basically right next door to the Mittal Steel plant and is very unhappy about something or other. So here's the letter:
Dear Shakita Dickinson,
Please take this letter as my support in your effort to get Metal Steel to clean up their act. This country has enough to worry about without having to worry about dirty steel. In a time when steel pricing is soaring under the roof and gasoline prices are running away with the bank, I hardly think it's fair to ask us, the consumers, to have to deal with this.
Please use this letter to assuage some, or all, of your anger towards Metal Steel of all kinds and allow them to preach tolerance and understanding of their community.
The air we breathe and water we drink are precious commodities and they do not deserve to be despoiled by dirty steel and other pollutants of such and like.
Forthwith, I hereby grant the use, by you, as a proxy agent, of all powers within your duly defined scope of abilities to combat evil in any shape or form by which you find it and, as heretofore enlightened, to evince from Metal Steel such a resolution as there is no question as to the nature, depth, or relegation of your resolve. And furthermore, at your command are all the forces that have hitherto signed said petition in the hopes of cleaning up the situation surrounding Metal Steel and putting in cleaner workers.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Very sincerely yours,
and then I signed my name.
I can't help it, I'm an environmentalist at heart and I care about crap like that.
While I was laying on the couch watching Family Guy I got an annoying little "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock on my door. It was some dreadlocked, nose-ringed hippy named Dewey. She wanted me to give money to some sort of clean the air foundation to try to get some steel company in Cleveland to clean up its act. I mentioned that I don't even live in Cleveland and told her how I doubted that pollution could even get down this far to me because it was, like, 30 minutes away or something. She proceeded to carry on about some thing or other with statistics and numbers and then she droned on about how they need money for such and such or some other. So I said I'd write a letter to somebody or other and I'd do some online donation, which I probably won't ever do. I chose to write a letter to Shatika Dickson, who is living basically right next door to the Mittal Steel plant and is very unhappy about something or other. So here's the letter:
Dear Shakita Dickinson,
Please take this letter as my support in your effort to get Metal Steel to clean up their act. This country has enough to worry about without having to worry about dirty steel. In a time when steel pricing is soaring under the roof and gasoline prices are running away with the bank, I hardly think it's fair to ask us, the consumers, to have to deal with this.
Please use this letter to assuage some, or all, of your anger towards Metal Steel of all kinds and allow them to preach tolerance and understanding of their community.
The air we breathe and water we drink are precious commodities and they do not deserve to be despoiled by dirty steel and other pollutants of such and like.
Forthwith, I hereby grant the use, by you, as a proxy agent, of all powers within your duly defined scope of abilities to combat evil in any shape or form by which you find it and, as heretofore enlightened, to evince from Metal Steel such a resolution as there is no question as to the nature, depth, or relegation of your resolve. And furthermore, at your command are all the forces that have hitherto signed said petition in the hopes of cleaning up the situation surrounding Metal Steel and putting in cleaner workers.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Very sincerely yours,
and then I signed my name.
I can't help it, I'm an environmentalist at heart and I care about crap like that.
This Update Brought to You by the Letter W
W is for wow.
W is for wash.
W is for weird.
W is for why.
What does all of that mean? Just read on...
It's 12:17 am and I really wanted to get this in under yesterday's date, but I got distracted trying to learn Latin from Rosetta Stone so there will likely be two updates for today.
I got home tonight about 8:30 or so and as I drove down the road to my house I saw something that, at this point, neither astounded nor surprised me: McFly washing his car in the driveway with no lights on. Not the lights from his car, not his house lights, not his outside lights. Absolutely nothing. And yes, it was pitch black. He's washing his car in the dark.
It stands to reason that if you're washing your car in the dark you're going to have a hard time seeing what's clean and what's not clean. It would seem that this whole process would be much easier either during the day or at least using some sort of light source - but that really isn't for us to judge, is it?
It should also be noted that it was 31° tonight. That's, technically, below freezing. So while it probably won't be a problem, I've got to think that there's maybe just a slight chance that the doors will be frozen closed tomorrow. Just thinking of that warms my hackles :)
So now you know why today's letter is W.
Anyway, more updates as they happen.
W is for wash.
W is for weird.
W is for why.
What does all of that mean? Just read on...
It's 12:17 am and I really wanted to get this in under yesterday's date, but I got distracted trying to learn Latin from Rosetta Stone so there will likely be two updates for today.
I got home tonight about 8:30 or so and as I drove down the road to my house I saw something that, at this point, neither astounded nor surprised me: McFly washing his car in the driveway with no lights on. Not the lights from his car, not his house lights, not his outside lights. Absolutely nothing. And yes, it was pitch black. He's washing his car in the dark.
It stands to reason that if you're washing your car in the dark you're going to have a hard time seeing what's clean and what's not clean. It would seem that this whole process would be much easier either during the day or at least using some sort of light source - but that really isn't for us to judge, is it?
It should also be noted that it was 31° tonight. That's, technically, below freezing. So while it probably won't be a problem, I've got to think that there's maybe just a slight chance that the doors will be frozen closed tomorrow. Just thinking of that warms my hackles :)
So now you know why today's letter is W.
Anyway, more updates as they happen.
Friday, March 21, 2008
First of 2008
Ok, so I really do have to do a better job of keeping this updated regularly with the saga because it just keeps getting better. I know I say that a lot, but gods be good, it really does.
So back in January I came home to a letter in my box from the city. I'll post the image here one day if I can actually remember to get it scanned at work. Anyway, it says:
ORDER TO COMPLY
The EXTERIOR LIGHTING CREATING A NUISANCE on the above reference property is in violation of sections...blah, blah, blah...Discontinue the illegal use and or violations of this property within 14 DAYS of the service of this order. Failure to comply with the order may result in administrative penalties being imposed pursuant to zoning code...blah, blah, blah...
It further goes on to say that I have a "Right to Appeal" and to do this all I have to do is show up in person to the board of zoning and pay a non-refundable fee of $75 for them to review my case.
So what happened is that McFly apparently called the board of zoning to complain about the motion detector floodlights on the side of my house. There's nothing obnoxious about them, they're simply the same floods that I've had up for the past five years. In fact, they were there when I moved in and I haven't done a thing other than change the bulbs once.
But rather than walk over when I’m outside and say, “Hey, do you mid adjusting those lights, they’re shining into my house?” or something like that, McFly chose to take his typical route – to alert all necessary bureaus, offices, and branches of civil service and take this to the highest possible authority. I just don’t get the man. Why not just call me, explain the situation, and ask to have it resolved?
He’s so socially inept that he can’t even stomach that type of encounter. His level of anxiety must have been at an all time high when even contemplating it.
I know this update’s not that funny, it’s just annoying more than anything. Hopefully, by now, you’re getting an idea of just what I live next to.
So back in January I came home to a letter in my box from the city. I'll post the image here one day if I can actually remember to get it scanned at work. Anyway, it says:
ORDER TO COMPLY
The EXTERIOR LIGHTING CREATING A NUISANCE on the above reference property is in violation of sections...blah, blah, blah...Discontinue the illegal use and or violations of this property within 14 DAYS of the service of this order. Failure to comply with the order may result in administrative penalties being imposed pursuant to zoning code...blah, blah, blah...
It further goes on to say that I have a "Right to Appeal" and to do this all I have to do is show up in person to the board of zoning and pay a non-refundable fee of $75 for them to review my case.
So what happened is that McFly apparently called the board of zoning to complain about the motion detector floodlights on the side of my house. There's nothing obnoxious about them, they're simply the same floods that I've had up for the past five years. In fact, they were there when I moved in and I haven't done a thing other than change the bulbs once.
But rather than walk over when I’m outside and say, “Hey, do you mid adjusting those lights, they’re shining into my house?” or something like that, McFly chose to take his typical route – to alert all necessary bureaus, offices, and branches of civil service and take this to the highest possible authority. I just don’t get the man. Why not just call me, explain the situation, and ask to have it resolved?
He’s so socially inept that he can’t even stomach that type of encounter. His level of anxiety must have been at an all time high when even contemplating it.
I know this update’s not that funny, it’s just annoying more than anything. Hopefully, by now, you’re getting an idea of just what I live next to.
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