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I have new Words of Wisdom for everyone:
What inspired this? First of all, the number of people in virtual worlds who don't seem to know what "formal attire" means. Willy and Marie attended a 4th of July event at a well-known piano bar that is formal all the time. The DJ was dressed in some kind of short, red white and blue, can-can style outfit that showed her ass . What made it worse is she wore green and silver shoes with it. There were others there that were also not dressed formally, so imagine how it looked when Willy and Marie sailed in, 100% formal, dressed to the nines.
Unfortunately, I see a lot of this in virtual worlds, which leaves me wondering what these people wear to a formal event in the concrete universe.
The second thing that inspired this was the new neighbor across the street who does not think that "NO PARKING - FIRE LANE" applies to him and his guests. For the second time, he left his own car on the street, parked facing the wrong direction - ironically enough, aimed right at one of the NO PARKING signs, and left it there, all night.
If we ever have an occasion to call emergency personnel and his car is in the way, I am going to sue his ass.
This guy is on my shit list for other reasons as well. Day before yesterday, we had one hell of a severe storm, complete with monsoonal rains, fair-sized hail, lightning, wind, and the loss of power for 2 hours. These neighbors are in the habit of leaving their toy poodle (called Pooh Bear) in their yard while they are gone. Obviously, he is a naughty dog while they're not home, but just as obviously, they've never heard of "crating" indoors. When it was 106F outside the day before this hellatious storm, the poor dog was out there, without shelter, food, or water. The day OF this hellatious storm, he was out there, nobody was home, same situation. He caught the brunt of the storm and not a one of them came home to make sure he was ok. No...they came home far later after they got done doing whatever it was they were all out doing. They're lucky the poor little piker survived, quite frankly, and didn't die of just being scared to death.
This joker hasn't figured out that there is a definite reason why each of his trees has a PVC pipe sticking out of the ground at their base. It also hasn't dawned on him that we spend most of the summer with high heat, low humidity, and no rain (the storm on the 4th was a total anomaly). Monday morning, I went to bed, feeling very sorry for his trees. He has two kinds, and one kind is more sensitive to the weather. It's also the kind he has the most of - 4 of the 7 trees. The two in front were literally wilting. Do you think he noticed? Do you think he cared? Hell NO.
He's also of the mind that if a garden plant gets in the way, it's to be ripped up, rather than tended or trimmed. For the entire time the Leeches had that house, they had some sort of vine which grew in one of their front flowerbeds. This served not only as important shelter for bunnies, California ground squirrels, and other "ground" wildlife - it served as a constant food source for a family of hummingbirds, because it bloomed all spring and summer. For all I know, they nested in it.
One day I go out to smoke and what do I see? He and his kids ripping out this foliage. The park manager or their neighbor, Jack, must've asked them to trim it back - it was spilling over the edges. Instead of doing what Mr. Leech used to - took a pair of shears and gave it a trim - they took rakes and tore it all out.
It's all gone, and guess what? So is the dependable food source for the hummingbirds. I just hope they weren't nesting in it as well.
I realized just how bad it was when I was sitting on the porch in the late afternoon and a hummingbird, obviously hungry and distressed, pecked at the purple glass ornament of my chimes as though it was a feeder.
Well, guess what we went out and got today. Yep, a hummingbird feeder. That bastard across the street has no clue how he's disrupting things, and probably doesn't give a shit. I don't have any problems keeping them fed, and once we get our flower gardens straightened out with some new topsoil and seeds, they'll have natural sources as well.
I have no clue how long the Leeches lived in that house, but they had gardens the entire time, and a whole host of wildlife came to depend on it. I guess we'll do our best to pick up where Mr. Ripper leaves off.
If you are told to modify your behavior - to DO something or NOT DO something, in a public venue - THAT DOES NOT MEAN EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOU!
What inspired this? First of all, the number of people in virtual worlds who don't seem to know what "formal attire" means. Willy and Marie attended a 4th of July event at a well-known piano bar that is formal all the time. The DJ was dressed in some kind of short, red white and blue, can-can style outfit that showed her ass . What made it worse is she wore green and silver shoes with it. There were others there that were also not dressed formally, so imagine how it looked when Willy and Marie sailed in, 100% formal, dressed to the nines.
Unfortunately, I see a lot of this in virtual worlds, which leaves me wondering what these people wear to a formal event in the concrete universe.
The second thing that inspired this was the new neighbor across the street who does not think that "NO PARKING - FIRE LANE" applies to him and his guests. For the second time, he left his own car on the street, parked facing the wrong direction - ironically enough, aimed right at one of the NO PARKING signs, and left it there, all night.
If we ever have an occasion to call emergency personnel and his car is in the way, I am going to sue his ass.
This guy is on my shit list for other reasons as well. Day before yesterday, we had one hell of a severe storm, complete with monsoonal rains, fair-sized hail, lightning, wind, and the loss of power for 2 hours. These neighbors are in the habit of leaving their toy poodle (called Pooh Bear) in their yard while they are gone. Obviously, he is a naughty dog while they're not home, but just as obviously, they've never heard of "crating" indoors. When it was 106F outside the day before this hellatious storm, the poor dog was out there, without shelter, food, or water. The day OF this hellatious storm, he was out there, nobody was home, same situation. He caught the brunt of the storm and not a one of them came home to make sure he was ok. No...they came home far later after they got done doing whatever it was they were all out doing. They're lucky the poor little piker survived, quite frankly, and didn't die of just being scared to death.
This joker hasn't figured out that there is a definite reason why each of his trees has a PVC pipe sticking out of the ground at their base. It also hasn't dawned on him that we spend most of the summer with high heat, low humidity, and no rain (the storm on the 4th was a total anomaly). Monday morning, I went to bed, feeling very sorry for his trees. He has two kinds, and one kind is more sensitive to the weather. It's also the kind he has the most of - 4 of the 7 trees. The two in front were literally wilting. Do you think he noticed? Do you think he cared? Hell NO.
He's also of the mind that if a garden plant gets in the way, it's to be ripped up, rather than tended or trimmed. For the entire time the Leeches had that house, they had some sort of vine which grew in one of their front flowerbeds. This served not only as important shelter for bunnies, California ground squirrels, and other "ground" wildlife - it served as a constant food source for a family of hummingbirds, because it bloomed all spring and summer. For all I know, they nested in it.
One day I go out to smoke and what do I see? He and his kids ripping out this foliage. The park manager or their neighbor, Jack, must've asked them to trim it back - it was spilling over the edges. Instead of doing what Mr. Leech used to - took a pair of shears and gave it a trim - they took rakes and tore it all out.
It's all gone, and guess what? So is the dependable food source for the hummingbirds. I just hope they weren't nesting in it as well.
I realized just how bad it was when I was sitting on the porch in the late afternoon and a hummingbird, obviously hungry and distressed, pecked at the purple glass ornament of my chimes as though it was a feeder.
Well, guess what we went out and got today. Yep, a hummingbird feeder. That bastard across the street has no clue how he's disrupting things, and probably doesn't give a shit. I don't have any problems keeping them fed, and once we get our flower gardens straightened out with some new topsoil and seeds, they'll have natural sources as well.
I have no clue how long the Leeches lived in that house, but they had gardens the entire time, and a whole host of wildlife came to depend on it. I guess we'll do our best to pick up where Mr. Ripper leaves off.
