Yeah, but after you’ve done that a few times it’s just too gross to reuse–starts tasting like the fries at the really scary drive through nobody goes to anymore… Or the carnival corn dogs, shudder!
We also get really fun with the deep fry thing–somebody will throw a couple chunks of pork in the oil too, then after the turkey’s done we get the beer batter out and start seeing how many different things we can tempura in there, then some drunk bastard will want to deep fry a can of beer and things get a little mixed up in there, tastewise… Sooner or later, it has to go!
I’m still not seeing where you’re coming to that conclusion. If a citation was your private business, that would mean the Sheriff would go back to the guy who’s dog got shot and say “I am unable to inform you if any actions were taken as a result of the shooting, they are not your concern”. That’s what I would find surprising. I would think that, upon issuing you a citation, the sheriff would inform the neighbor about the citation and encourage him to complain again if the citation was ignored.
Hit were a accident, really–some city folks moved in up the lane and jist HAD to have them a assfault driverway, but bein’ city folk they jist don’t unnerstand that when you make a deal for someone to come pour assfault yer sorry ass had better BE THERE when it comes! These good ol’ boys had two full trucks worth of assfault about to turn into a couple bigass rocks in they trucks if it din’t git dumped soon so they offered my friend a deal to pave his driverway–he said hell yeah! Got that sumbitch paved for about a third the goin’ cost, who could pass that up?
Shoot, 'round here you don’t need to trick the damned coyotes in close, they’re everywhere! There’s a pack that lives in Gabriel Park, right in the middle of the high rent section of Portland’s West Hills (yup, right where old Art Alexakis was gonna buy his honey a mansion,) suckers ate a couple cats in the apartment complex I lived in when I first moved up here. There’s a fire station on the edge of the park and the coyotes howl like banshees every time a siren goes off. I had those mean little bastards yipping right out on the bike trail a stone throw from my suburban house just a couple weeks ago. You don’t wanna eat 'em, though, ‘specially when the raccoons are so damned fat–make a much better meal than a skinny old cat eatin’ coyote. We got 'possums right in town here, too, and I so am NOT kidding about the cougars and bears–we’ve had cougar attacks in suburban neighborhoods and a black bear got trapped right near a school in Gresham not too long ago. I’ve seen beavers crossing the street (IN the crosswalk, if you please!) at night in the Portland suburb of Milwaukie and there’s a nice little beaver dam across Johnson Creek. Got some nice fat deer up on Powell Butte down the road a bit, too.
You are the one who fails to grasp that automatically judging that everything that is illegal is wrong just because it is illegal is an antisocial, ignorant and nasty approach to morality. You are a horrible person if you truly think that and I’d rather live with neighbors who break the law but follow a sensible ethos rather than the other way around. You still have not stated why it bothers you this much other than that it’s illegal.
One car runs on gas, the other on propane–just not seeing this as an option!
I dunno, man–first line of the OP is:
Followed by:
Quickly followed by:
By my count, in that one post there are a whole bunch of references to how illegal the burning is, but only ONE actual mention of her being directly impacted by said burning–by smelling smoke from a neighbor she states she “[isn’t]…very close to.” Without even looking at the rest of her posts in this thread I don’t think anyone’s being unreasonable to feel that the OP is being a snotty little barracks lawyer regarding her personal dislike of practices her neighbors find unexceptionable. If you do take them into account it just gets more damning.
Shit, I do organic in my own yard but that doesn’t mean I have the right to freak out and call the EPA if my neighbor uses Round-Up and Black Flag 24/7–although I might just go have a nice chat with him to see if there’s some sort of compromise we can agree on. Because that’s what neighbors DO if they have a problem, they go talk it out. Calling in authorities to put the daddy smack on anyone you don’t approve of is chicken shit, and the OP got called on it.
Does anyone else have a mental image of Sprockets running around yelling “Eeepa! Eeepa!” like Grandpa in The Simpsons Movie?
Sprock, why in the hell did you move out to the country with a big-city attitude? Lemme fill you in on something: you will need to rely on your neighbors out in the country. There is no city government that will take care of little things like tree removal, (relatively) cheap trash pickup, and snowplowing. You are the last on the list to get power back after an outage. Neighbors are useful people who will help you chop up that tree that narrowly missed your house, fix the damage it caused, shovel your driveway, and might even let you use their generator. You do not want to alienate these people. You may think you are making their lives hell by forcing them to obey the letter of the law, but trust me: they can make your life the ninth ring of the ninth ring if you don’t drop the attitude and act like a decent human being.
Here’s where I get off saying this to you: I was born-n-raised in rural NC ( :eek: OMG I’m an uneducated Southerner! :eek: ) in what was literally the last house in a very small town. My family made sure that we were on good terms with our nearest neighbors. Never had any problems with any of them even the guy whose apple orchard I used to play in. I live just outside the city limits now in the sub-suburbs. I cultivated a friendship with my neighbors and they have saved my ass on numerous occasions. Anything from fixing the car to borrowing a rake to finding a good accountant to damage control after hurricanes. Had I acted like you, I would be SOL on all of these counts.
So enjoy it the next time your power goes out in the middle of the coldest winter on record. Your neighbors are gonna be whoopin’ it up at the house with a generator while you shiver in your living room, hoping that your quilts and bitchiness will keep you warm.
SmartAleq, she said in the OP that it bugs her because she’s trying to live “green” and it represents a blatant disregard for the future of our planet.
When I bought my house in Chicago the previous owners had left a lot of junk in the basement, the back yard was a jungle, and there was some lumber and stuff under the front porch. Since it was December, I decided to let clearing out the yard and under the porch wait until spring. The yard got (mostly) cleared out but I let the stuff under the porch slide until mid-summer because I ended up having to have some other work done. One day I got a notice from the city inspector that they had received a complaint about the trash under my porch. I had to go to a hearing to show why I shouldn’t have to pay a fine. When I got there, the judge took one look at the pictures the inspector had taken and dismissed the case, saying something to the effect that he had more under his porch than I did.
Obviously, the city wouldn’t tell me who had filed the complaint, but considering that you couldn’t even see under my porch from the sidewalk, it had to have been one of my neighbors. Why they couldn’t have said something to me directly I don’t know, especially since as far as I knew we were on friendly terms.
Yeah, I know, but there was a whole lot more law talk than green talk by a long shot. Besides, if you really want to “live green” it’s just a reality that damned few people around you are likely to share your viewpoint. That’s why it’s good to set an example and to offer valid alternatives or cogent arguments to persuade others into seeing things your way. Getting all crotchy and reporting your neighbors like fuckin’ Nellie Olsen on a meth binge is not a good way to spread the green ethos to the neighborhood. Me, I show my neighbors neat homegrown ways to keep the bugs down that are cheap and don’t stink or use commercial pesticides. I give my neighbors praying mantis egg sacs or a bucket of ladybugs in spring. I landscape in herbs and tell my neighbors to help themselves because the front yard is all edible and none of it’s ever been sprayed with pesticide or herbicide. I compost and take the neighbor’s horse shit to use for fertilizer. I most certainly don’t freak out over someone burning some yard debris, especially since about 90% of the houses around here have fireplaces or woodstoves which are used regularly. I defy anyone to justify flipping out over a controlled trash burn in a back yard if they’ve ever built a fire in their fireplace–or smoked cigarettes, for that matter. If burning wood is such a gigantic hazard that the EPA is crusading to end it forever, WHY IS IT LEGAL TO BUILD A NEW HOME WITH A FIREPLACE IN IT?
I call total BS on any tangential claims to “green living” the OP tries to fly by–it’s just self justifying crapola.
Such tender concern for the environment, coupled with automatic contempt for mere humans. This somehow doesn’t spell ‘principled’ for me.
If bothered by smoke, seems to me the logical–not to mention courteous–thing to do would be to go over there. You know, actually say hello to the neighbors, maybe get to know their faces and names. Being picturesque bucolic types, no need for flowery introductions. Saying, "Hey, I’m *Sprocket{/i] and I live over yonder. How ya doin’? "
Rustics like colorful regionalisms like ‘yonder’.
Anyway, then you’d actually 1. meet the probable criminal and 2. scope out exac
