My cats made that decision for me.
Rereading this, I want to make it clear that “Whitey” was/is Mark Whitey Cooper, an excellent drummer/vocalist with some form of albinism. In no way was/is his nickname a racially motivated term.
Not to be confused with the band “Honky”…
I was just waiting for a food order to arrive when I started to hear a large number of rhythmic “pops” coming from the street behind my house. They were like:
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
<pop!> < one Mississippi >
etc.
i counted between 14 and 16 “pops” which shouldn’t be possible ( handguns in this state are capped at 10 ). Still… that rhythm was not from firecrackers. Given the sound volume, that was from no more than six? houses away?
Should I have called the cops?
I dunno. You dead yet?
Could have been some type of nail gun, either a pneumatic one or one powered by a powder charge. Or some other type of construction related activity. Or a gunfight, if that’s the sort of neighbourhood you inhabit. 
Alright guys, here’s the plan - we’re gonna rob a bank & then shoot the guard to get away; here’s a gun for you to use.
Nope, I’m can’t use that; magazines over 10 rounds are illegal; whaddya think I am, a criminal or something?
I lot of new neighbors and quite a few people working on expanding their houses. Nail gun might be it.
Gun fights in the neighborhood? No… there are just too many ‘Yippee-Kai-Yay’ Yahoo Republicans for that.
(An older neighbor who I used to think was normal walked up to me one time when I was carrying a packages to my backyard. “Hey, what kinda ‘rig’ you wearing there…?” Realizing that he thought I was wearing a “rig”/holster and that his next move was to “show me his”, I told him “Nope, no rig here.” and quick-stepped it into my backyard.
The last thing I want is to see some idiot whipping out their gun.)
But I wouldn’t put it past 1-2 of the yahoos to try to brag about a ‘new gun’ by shooting it off into the ground in front of ‘the guys’ in a backyard to try to impress them.
“See? It’s a SIG. And you can tell because when you let go of the slide, it says Heil…”
By all means, after you.
Ooh, is this NextDoor? Because I saw some teenagers on Mount St. Clair Street in hoodies (with the hoods up so you couldn’t tell their color but they weren’t exactly pale), and then it looked like they were going to turn into our cul de sac!
Someone got shot in my neighborhood. From what I’ve heard, it was a personal thing, not a random shooting, but I start to worry when things like this happen close to home. This used to be a good place to live, but the quality of life has gone way down in the past few years.
I feel like its the same everywhere.
If they were shooting guns, did you clutch your Rosary beads?
No, of course you didn’t.
If they weren’t pale, give me some credit.
Evidently the prior poster (Digs) thinks that melanin is the trigger that makes the difference between ‘good guys with guns’ and ‘murderous irresponsible gun wielding idiots’.
I’m pretty sure that there’s no basis for that brand of racism; in the news I seem to see plenty of Ignorant Bubbas with Guns. I think there’s even a thread about gun crime news here in the pit. Or just Google “Trump Rally News”.
PSA: Make sure the cap is tight on your water bottle before you pick it up. I’m soaked from the thighs down and it’s windy out. Not only do I look like I wet myself, I’m also chafing.
I didn’t take that as the opinion of the poster, but rather a description of the average Nextdoor comment.
Something in all the details points out to my test being included in a study that, as part of a university medical program, I may be automatically signed up for. I’m not quite sure. But since the prep allows me to eat pasta and cheese dishes, I am willing to go along with that part of it. I’m negotiating on the two days of clear liquid and have to wait until Moanday for a reply. Tonight, I’m sneaking in some broccoli. I can’t imagine all meals without cruciferous veggies.
Wolfpup, I’ve done the damn stress test three times now, the last one just a couple of weeks ago and we couldn’t get my heart rate up into the necessary range for the study. To them, that means more expensive tests. To me, that means perhaps we should focus on my asthma. That is under discussion, too.
This sounds similar to what happened to a former grandboss of mine - he didn’t check that the cap on his salad dressing was secured and gave it a good shake before putting it on his lunch salad. Dressing on the desk and the paperwork on it, his uniform, his glasses, the carpet, the ceiling, etc.
My little rant of the day is people who are rude when you do them a favor. Yesterday the USPS delivered two boxes to our house. One was addressed to mr. romans, and one was addressed to … no one at all. It had no label on it - and no appearance of ever having had one, so how it ended up with us is a mystery.
It did, however, have the name of the company that sent it on the packing tape securing the top, and there was an invoice inside with the name of the person who had ordered the items inside. This person lives in a house about a mile from ours. So mr. romans decided to take it over there today before running some other errands.
Upon his return, he told me he rang the bell at the home, a man answered, and he explained that we’d been delivered a package that belonged to someone at the residence. The guy said “OK,” took the package and then shut the door in his face.
They had one of those Ring doorbell cameras, so mr. romans bent down real close to the camera, said “You’re Welcome!” and walked away.
He says if we ever end up with another package from that house again, the contents are going to Goodwill. Mr. romans is a nice guy, so I can’t imagine him actually doing it, but it’d be tempting …
Was the invoice name a man’s name? I can just imagine a wife all angry at her husband for not thanking your husband or even getting a name, and no way for her to thank your husband. But I’m a dreamer.