"It's just some dude. Some white dude."

This isn’t a pitting of shitty neighbors, though it may seem. It’s just a story of how I got my new user name.

I was staying at my girlfriend’s place last Thursday night, and her neighbors started playing unreasonably loud, shitty music at about 2:00 a.m. (I presume they had just gotten home from a night out). I knocked on their door at one point, requiring me to get dressed and walk out into the cold-as-balls night, but they didn’t answer. Some guy just turned the music off for a second, yelled at the barking dogs to “shut the fuck up,” and then turned the music back on at a quieter level. It was still too loud. I was a step away from calling the cops when the music finally subsided.

So this had me pretty pissed off. I told my GF that next time they get one knock and then the cops are on their way. If they’re going to basically ignore me, then let’s see how they feel about a fine in the vicinity of $200. I don’t want to get the neighbors pissed at my GF and her roommate, but they were being douchebags.

The next night, you guessed it. More music. I did as I said. Got dressed, walked over, knocked. I heard someone shushing another. A girl’s voice: “It’s the neighbor. I know it is.” It sounded like one of those drunk girls at a party who is terrorizing everyone with her emotions, either about to start a catfight or cry. I braced for confrontation. Someone looked out the peephole. Progress, I thought. They peered for a second, and I heard a different girl’s voice: “It’s just some dude. Some white dude.” The door opened. I could only see one girl and a guy. They were both stylish and good-looking. They didn’t look drunk. I explained that the talking and everything was fine, just that the music needed to be turned down. The bass was too much. They were perfectly nice, reasonable, and a bit apologetic.

Haven’t had a problem since. I got a good chuckle out of them calling me “some white dude.” I thought it appropriate as a new user name. Oh, I used to be Team of Scientists by the way. I know I don’t post too often, especially in MPSIMS, but I just thought I should say something. After changing my XBox Live gamertag to Piss Shiver, I’ve finally got a couple of user names I can stand by proudly.

Was it techno music?

Maybe they have some scary non-white-dude neighbor on the other side that already threatened 'em? Anyway, that’s certainly a more memorable user name than Team of Scientists, so congrats, I guess. :slight_smile:

I guess we should be glad they didn’t say “It’s some dickhead”.

Damn, now I will have a really hard time recognizing your name.

Cute story, good luck with the new name.

Jim

It wasn’t techno. I don’t have much experience in clubs, but I’m pretty sure this was stuff you’d hear at one. Just not my cuppa tea. Of course, I would’ve complained if they were playing some Talking Heads over there.

If that were the case, I think I’d have a hard time lobbying Tuba for a change.

Oh, and if anyone wants to play some Call of Duty 4, feel free to add me as a friend on XBL.

dude. you can’t change your name. that isn’t allowed.
and always stick to correct capitalization.

Interesting story, though I’ll admit that even though you didn’t post a lot (neither do I), I remembered you because of your previous username. I thought it was funny.

“In response to the threat a team of scientists designed and assembled a superweapon and then produced a series of pie charts.”

I just liked the concept of a ‘team of scientists’ as a kind of simplistic save-the-day plot device. Who’s clever? Scientists are clever! But not just one scientist - and not just a haphazardly assembled group - a team, dammit! Only a team can save us now!

Anyway, I digress, enjoy your new name.
Although, I imagine if you ever want to post a response in a thread dealing with race issues, you’re gonna need to tell that story again.

Heh. The story reminds me of the Halloween party our department threw two years ago - our music was on pretty loud, and the neighbors must’ve called the cops. Cops ring the doorbell, we open the door, and then are greeted with one cop exclaiming to the other, “See, I TOLD you it’d be a bunch of white kids.”

I can’t even remember what kind of music we were playing, to be honest.

(We turned the music down without protest.)

A small question about this… did you knock again while it was quiet? Because maybe they thought they heard a knock, turned the music off and shushed the dogs to listen, and then, thinking they had imagined a knock, turned the music back on, albeit more quietly. I mean, that seems logical to me… I get hung up on these kinds of details!

I get it. Do as bbs2k says, not as bigbabysweets2000 does.

I liked it too, but I totally stole it from somewhere else. I think it was the name of some blog I stumbled upon. It just wasn’t my own.

This one is good though. It’s kind of representative of my posting style: recreational and trivial (I usually hang out in CS). Pretty unremarkable, but I’m fine with that.

kittenblue, I hadn’t thought about that. It makes sense. It actually seems to be quite likely the explanation for what happened. I guess at that point I had stopped giving them the benefit of the doubt.

aw man, I liked your old name!