[tongueincheek] They took my dirigible, again. They did not ask. They always do that. I don’t mind them using it to broadcast baseball games, especially if I am either at the game or else watching it on TV, but when they take it for joy rides to strangers, I am not going to say perfect strangers since I don’t know them, that is going too far. [/tongueincheek]
I have been driving by the Goodyear blimb for >6 years. It’s blimp pad is right next to the 405 freeway. Every workday I check it out and now consider it mine. I watch it take off, land, and just float around the city. I think it is neato to look at and provides a nice diversion from the commuter traffic.
Does anyone else find themselves taking ownership for something that doesn’t belong to them just because?
I have a river. Its mine. All mine. I used to live right outside of it. My porch looked right out there. Then I moved. Now other people live on my river.
Sacandaga Lake in the Adirondack Mountains of New York is mine. My family has had a cabin up there for forty years, I spent my summers growing up there, and it’s mine. Whenever someone mentions going there, I say, “Oh, you’ve seen my lake? Isn’t it lovely? I’m very proud of it. You know, it’s OK with me if you’d like to visit my lake again. I really wouldn’t mind, as long as you let me know before hand.”
I used to think the top floor of the parking garage here at BC was mine – it’s a perfect place to go watch the stars and be melancholy and find some solace – but when I went up there a few weeks ago, there was a couple making out. Apparently, they were under the impression that it was their parking garage, and I was less than thrilled with the idea of interrupting their love-fest.
i live in oralndo FL and there is this Universal Studios sign with E.T. on it. The big E.T. leans over the sign with his finger sticking out and glowing. His eyes also rollto all sides of their sockets. I remember being so impressed with it when I moved down here when I was 8. Well a few months ago I was driving by that area and felt that something was missing. I asked my husband wether he had seen E.T. on the side. He couldn’t recall. On the way home I made sure I looked, and it wasn’t there. I was very upset for weeks everytime we went by the “missing” sign. Well i guess that there were a lot of people upset because the sign is back up. MY sign is back up.
Near my parents’ house there is a path in the woods going down to the river (below the dam), and off one turn in the path, if you ignore the path and go straight in the woods, you can find a “cave” (actually a shelf of overhanging rock) that is very convenient shelter in the rain. That cave is mine, all mine! I’ve never seen anyone else in it, because I’m the only one that knows about it. I can’t give you more details on its location because otherwise you freeloaders and riffraff would run in there and stand in it and them come back to the SDMB and boast how you’ve been using my cave.
I used to live in a condo near a river. I took my dog for walks on a deserted beach and since I moved in October, the place was deserted all winter. When summer arrived, I was irritated at all the people using my beach. Grr…the nerve…
I have my own preferred parking space, seat in each classroom, and table in the lunchroom. If anyone else takes it, they get The Patented Chikki Look Of Death, because that is mine.
One of the cows at the farm across the field from me keeps jumping the fence and ending up in my yard. I always know which one she is because she has tags in both ears instead of just one. She is my cow.
It’s the same at my parents house, except we have turtles in the backyard. Even though they’re wild animals and their homes (holes dug in the ground) are just outside of our property line, we think of them as our turtles. We’ve named all of them, too.
Ah yes, we all do own this stuff, except maybe for Saint Zero. You know, claiming the whole Earth is something an alien would do, hmmm interesting hypothesis there.
Enderw23, my soul is not for sale, borrow, or taking so you will just have to find something else to lay claim to. Maybe you could find a good landmark to put your name on. Or how about those squirrels in the park.
We have so many squirrels and chipmunks in our yard because not only do we not own cats, all cats in the neighborhood will walk around our yard rather than through it, which is GREAT, since they have a tendency to kill MY ‘animals’. Last week one of ‘my’ squirrels left our big oak tree and ran across the cul-de-sac to another neighbors yard, and Billy, my youngest son sees this through the front door [it’s glass] and yells out to me, ‘Hey MOM! One of our squirrels is running away from home!!’ STILL cracks me up!
Back in the alleged conspiracy state of DE, I live next to a lake. There’s a few blue herons who live there. They are my herons. Their names are Mike, Norah, and Stanley. MINE, CURSE YOU! MINE!!
I get possessive about local bands.
I’ll try to support them, and get friends to help.
Then, if someone else mentions them later I feel compelled to say “I found them first, you know!” They’re mine.
