Went to do laundry at the laundromat - almost a week’s worth of clothing. I put the wet clothes in the dryer and stepped out for a while.
When I came back, lo and behold, someone had thrown out all of my wet laundry - onto a dirty spot - and put his own in. Using my dryer,
…There was no need for him to do so. There were 4 fully available, open, unoccupied dryers next to the one I had put my clothes in.
F**********************…
Yeah but yours had money in it. Why spend his quarters when he can use your already-paid-for dryer?
A neighbor across the street with a perfectly pretty colonial house just removed all of the shutters and replaced all of his windows with orange reflective windows with horizontal copper wires through them.
It makes the house look both ugly and like some kind of commercial building.
Q: Are those ugly orange tinted monstrosities there to make the house more heat/cooling efficient?
Are they some kind of alarm windows?
Are they bulletproof windows? ( If so, just how crazy are they? )
I’ve seen similar windows at a high security school the next town over that has near prison level security installed within it…complete with 12 ft high electric gates, etc.
Ah, thank gawd I’m not the only one thinking that.
At this point, anyone who’s 1a.) unaware of the upcoming election (“whaaa… ??”) or 2b.) hasn’t decided yet … I mean, what, are they gonna do, flip a coin?
How do you know this?
Dunno about the copper wires or whatever, but are you talking about the “shutters” that don’t shut, and are just useless ornamental throwbacks to bygone times?
If so, my mini rant for tonight is I have a special ire in my soul for things that look like they do something useful (like shutter a window) but are basically painted-on 3-D stencils.
They have these on some high-rise office buildings in Dallas (ah, the 80s!) and I hated how badly they reflect the sun right into either my eyes, or oncoming traffic.
Either way, painful and unsafe.
Even better was Kamala Harris laughing while the Orange Turd recited the Haitians eating dogs and cats meme with impassioned seriousness, like the moron that he is.
Even better than that was this brilliant production by “The Kiffness”, which riffed on the fact that Trump’s “dogs and cats” meme was delivered with an unintentional reggae beat: 
My gf saw this minutes after it was released. She shared it on Facebook and it was hilarious. There was a MAGAt who argued that it was AI generated Bull. My gf (and dozens of others) pointed out that they watched the debate and heard it live.
I realize that this thing is a thing that actually happened, but the internet is rife with people who remember seeing things that never happened.
You can see a little round box inside the window on the ground floor. Also, it’s been a well-known tactic of the GOP in the towns around my area: Bait an Attractive Nuisance (like a Dubbya Bush sign) and set a camera to arrest (and try to keep from voting) a “Lib”.
I think they are pretty, but I wouldn’t damage my energy efficient windows to use them.
All of the houses in my neighborhood (and in many similar neighborhoods in towns around these parts) have them. If you google ‘colonial’ you’ll see what I mean. Still, even if you hate them, why buy a house in that neighborhood and make it look like a small business building in an area that isn’t zoned for it? It’s ugly as Hell.
Granted, what I find pretty and what you find pretty will never 100% intersect. It’s the idea that, in a quiet neighborhood some clown would install garish security windows all around. What’s next? A ball turret on a parapet on the roof?
HOAs get a lot of (often well-deserved) hatred, but they do prevent this sort of nonsense … would it ever actually happen.
Oh, yeah, I remember him. Man, that was a long time ago.
(ETA: I tried to consolidate the double-post, and failed. My bad.)
Bought some deli turkey where the clerk slices and places in a plastic baggie with a zip closure. He weighs it and puts a sticker on it so it scans at the checkout. Get it home and it’s impossible to open because the sticker is placed to bend around the top. Can’t rip the sticker off without destroying the plastic baggie around where the slider is supposed to slide. Jesus, just put the sticker anywhere but where it would compromise the slider. Happens about 3/4 the time with me.
On a road I drive most days there’s a home that always decorates for Halloween. Their tableaux has gotten bigger each year and is now really impressive. The homeowner was working on it the other day. I pulled over and told her how much I liked the project and asked if she needed anything that I might be able to donate.
Turns out she needs old shovels and pickaxes, as well as old jeans. I went through our shed. We have some nice, new, fiberglass handle shovels and picks, along with a bunch of old, splintered handle shovels and picks! I also found old jeans that would never be worn.
I drove over to drop off my donation and saw there was some excitement going on! A woman was standing by the road with a sign complaining about SATAN being invited to our community. There was also a van from a local newspaper.
I gave the woman my stuff. The newspaper reporter chatted a bit, asking my thoughts on the protester. I told her the woman was a nut. I was asked if I was afraid of SATAN. I told her no more than I’m afraid of the easter bunny or Freddie Kruger. I chose not to give her my name.
I might be out to lunch, but Hallowe’en decorations are supposed to fool SATAN (who’s apparently a real dim-bulb) into believing the residence is already claimed by the forces of Darkness so he doesn’t need to waste any further energy on the occupants.
I had not yet put money into it.
Happens. As for HOAs, I originally bought here because I didn’t want some country-club mimosa jockey telling me how to landscape my yard. Still, this seems like over kill.
As for an odd contrast this house also installed a book exchange kiosk in front of their house which is a generous thing to do. I hope kids/people use it despite the fact that the house now seems shod in orange one-way bullet proof security glass.
It’s called the MAGAdela Effect.
Do I need to post a picture of the orange “security windows” which I think are bulletproof windows? They do exist.
Two things
I actually woke up feeling energetic and somewhat cheerful this morning. I attribute this to my psychiatrist having taken me off Abilify and putting me on Wellbutrin, and to the fact that I have moved out of the 500 foot overpriced, drafty, in a high crime neighborhood, rodent infested apartment I had to live in for 12 months while I built credit and moved to a bigger, cheaper apartment in a safe neighborhood with all kinds of stuff within easy walking distance. Yesterday, a friend who lives in the neighborhood had a birthday. I have known him for around 20 years. So invited him and his wife (who I hav known for 25 years. We used to date. She is the woman who gave me the dead bat in a jar of formaldehyde I often speak of.) over to my place so I could give him his presents. The entire year I lived in the rat hole, I never had friends over to visit. There was no room. There was no parking. There was nowhere in the neighborhood to go to with friends. I gave the birthday boy his gift ( a dozen Dr Who novels) and he was quite pleased. I had removed all the items I thought his wife would want from a box, and put them safely in a large gift bag. I asked her to go through the box, make sure there was nothing else she wanted and to see if anything in the box had a resale value of more than $20. It turns out, I did not know this previously, she liked vintage Smurfs (just the plastic figurines. She was not interested in the vintage plush Smurf toys). I had also missed a few She-Ra items in the box. She took those too. She informed that only one toy, a complete and still sealed in the original packing set of Disney Seven Dwarves figurines. I trust her judgement. At this point, considering the sheer quantity of collectibles that I have for selling or donating, anything worth uner $20 is not worth the trouble of research, pricing, photographing, posting online etc. I now have one more box I can just drop off at Goodwill.
Anyway, I was feeling good this morning. Then, I saw my Mom’s post on FaceBook. Her beloved senior cat, Farfel had cancer. There was no hope at all. Farfel had lost a great deal of weight over the past few months and was continuing to lose weight. The choices were- a llingering and painful slow death, or a trip to the vet for a quick and painless death. So, today Mom had Farfel euthanized. I am rather worried about Mom. She and Farfel were very close. Farfel has only left the confines of my Mom’s condominum once. She went into heat and when I opened the door to get mail , she sipped out without my noticing. I let her in shortly after because rather than running into the night in search of a male, Farfel scratched at the front door and meowed very loudly to be let back in. When Mom was home, it was rare for Farfel to willingly move more than 5 feet from her. I have spoken to my Mom on the phone and she seems okay at the moment. But, I worry.
In other news, a friend on Facebook posted a joke I did not understand. The punchline though included the phrase “What a gyp!”. I responded that I disliked that phrase as it had racist origins. It originially meant ‘To be cheated or swindled as though by a gypsy’. Some one else responded to my comment with “Are you a gypsy or just somebody offended on their behalf?” This lead me to counter “First, the word gypsy is somewhere between outdated (like colored) and offensive. The preferred term is Romani. Second, to answer your question, I am not Romani that I know of. Are you saying that I should not be offended by the N Word as I am not black? If you are not saying that, exactly what are you saying?” They have not replied yet.
Ooh, we griped about this a few months ago. Last month I got a half pound of roast beef (Boar’s Head and I’m still alive) and I actually thanked the deli clerk for not boobytrapping the zipper.
If it happens so often, why don’t you ask them not to do it before they put the label on?