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what season? the season where its hotter than hell in the afternoon. the season where anytime between 7:00 and 18:00 o clock you open a window or walk the strrets you unwillingly bear witness of the green area chainsaw massacre. why is it any public space needs to be cut down to the bare soil just to immediately turn into a barren wasteland. is it the lizards peoples plot or are we just that stupid? anytime i hear this noise i want to punch someone in the face. not necessarily the poor bloke who was forced into that bullshit job. but how about those idiots who use their deafening leafblowers to blow leaves off their sidewalk across to the neighbours side. mostly i try to stare them down all the way i walk towards and past them. but back on topic, whats it like where you live? does the city/council etc meticulously prevent and destroy any tiny blossoms of life? do you live in constant noise pollution during summer? did you ever atttempt to plant a bomb in your neighbours mower when he kept it running for the better half of a day while being busy elsewhere? |
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Why dont you take the train and head to london, such a victory |
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what do you mean? talking bout the park areas? |
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weather's shit in the UK at the mo. |
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Yeah, where the grass is so dried up you can feed it to camels as straw |
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Sorry just being a clown |
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was all lush when i was there. been waiting to say this word for a long time. in germany "english lawn" is a term for trimmed btw. it has its pro in terms of usage and its cons in terms of ecology, climate and looks. what i dont get is that seemingly any pubic area that is not paved, desertification is the prefrred result. |
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that moment you see a squirrel in a london park and you didnt know it |
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i like cities with docks. Genua, Rome, Milan. lol. |
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I too have experience some, if not all of the vexatious phenomena that ijonspeches complains of. There does seem to be some compulsion to seize any moment of peace, or soothing space, and grind it noisily into choking, fume-scented dust. Every Saturday morning without fail some cunt starts up some petrol leaf-blower/trimmer/whatever... some random noise generator making m close the window. Of course, they're taking it easy so there's no rush to finish what they;re doing, leisurely fucking everything up in case any might suffer the terrible fate of being quiet. |
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worst is the twat with the range rover over the road who sometimes revs his engine for half an hour in the drive way for no apparently reason, the cunt also has spotlights that come on of a night for no apparent reason, then there is the druggy/alcoholic guy who shouts "billy, billy" and whistles for his mate rather than ringing his door bell like everyone else would, what a complete cunt he is |
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ah well fuck it, english lawns trending atmo |
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wow just had a deja vu |
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good name for an umbroman album "English lawns and welsh castles" |
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man blowing goats with his goat blower |
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"there is no power tool more american than the leaf blower -- a loud piece of shit that blows trash everywhere" --twitter, somewhere, sometime |
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my commute drives me crazy for these sort of reasons. people who get on the train and fart. people who get on the train and talk loudly on their cell phones. people who rush to get in front of me, and then walk slow as molasses, blocking the sidewalk, lost in their cell phone. how i've given up waiting for people to stop so i can cross the street -- if i just stand patiently at the crosswalk, car after car will ignore me and drive by. how another crosswalk has a walk signal, but it takes a good minute or three to click in, and then lasts about ten seconds before the blinking red hand. cars will rush in trying to make the light, and someone else is trying to right turn on red on the other side, and i have five seconds to get across the street and some fucking mercedes is barrelling down and reluctantly slams on the brakes to avoid hitting me. how dare i make them wait? they're flooring it before i've even reached the sidewalk. then on to the entrance of the house of organized religion. multiple times, people have been waiting to turn, seen me walking, and moved their car forward to block the driveway, so i can't walk in front of them. the 7/11 near the station is even worse in this regard ...and, yes, i have hated leaf blowers since i was quite young. i like to sleep in, and people seem to like winding them out next to my open window at 8am i generally just call them fuckers under my breath and move on... but, given that this is a daily thing, and i have a good memory, i have this ever-expanding catalog of asshole things assholes have done and statistics on how often and where and it starts to feel like a form of purgatory |
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i dunno. the anger i feel is not really a mano-a-mano thing. it's more: hey, no, people like you are what ruin everyone's day. then i want to be like that soccer mom who walks up to people and bitches them out: you're behaving terribly. you're ruining the atmosphere for everyone around you. then i have to remind myself that it is not my place in life to mete out karma; take a deep breath |
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I too loathe obstreperous lawn mechanism season and pine for the return of cardigan weather. |
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what i do instead: actually stop for pedestrians who are patiently waiting for the cars to stop |
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cardigan weather, wasn't that some punk band? |
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Which is ironic because you can tell from the name that they started out twee. their bassist Frowning John went on to form Owl Socket. |
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when i was in high school, we went on a school trip to france. it was a small school and so we were very precisely sliced up into units. my computer nerd friends and i, my sister and her crowd, the three people who actually played sports, etc. and all of us were assigned an adult minder to ensure we did all the things, and didn't do the things we weren't supposed to do. my group was assigned to the headmaster's wife. i had no issue with her at first -- didn't even know her, frankly -- but she rapidly drove us up the wall. some adults would allow their groups to roam, because they were our teachers and they knew all of us and there was trust. but, this lady didn't trust us at all, and was always bitching at us to stay in her sight. then she'd want to go some fancy upscale france bit and we only wanted crepes, only had the money for crepes. we were not jerks, or bad kids, but after a bit of this, well... we'd just scatter in three directions and meet up around the corner. then she'd find us and get mad. rinse and repeat. had she just let us be, we wouldn't have gotten into anything. one morning, the phone rings. i'm half asleep, and some guy is jabbering in french. i do not speak french. i assume it's a wrong number; hang up. turns out, it was the wakeup call. we are still asleep when everyone else is on the bus. this irritating sow, who always insisted we stay in her sight, had not even noticed we were not on the bus. someone else doing the headcount figured that one out. later that day, she began doing her usual "don't go more than ten feet from me" shit, and i gave her a piece of my mind. how she had no right to act like that, given her gross dereliction of duty that morning. being the headmaster's wife, i got in trouble. it was actually quite tense, i essentially doubled-down when the headmaster pressed me on it, and told him she was an idiot (albeit phrased more politely). |
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he's furious. he's threatening academic whatever, the thing where they have a hearing and decide whether i get detention or what. on a school trip in france. because his wife is an obnoxious sow. i am told by most everyone -- including some teachers, even -- that i'm right, that they don't even think he can do that here, according to the school code, and how the fuck are you going to give me detention? and that it felt like that sometimes, already, with his wife? my parents were notified and my dad rang the hotel room. i'll never forget it. he told me: you're right, but you have to apologize, to defuse it. it went against every fiber of my being, but i did it. i went to his room, knocked on the door, and personally apologized. he got over it pretty quickly. i was given a token single day of detention when i got back -- the only one i've ever had to serve. so, yes, i've thought a great deal about how to handle situations where people are being intolerable. ratcheting up pressure only makes them moreso. everyone hates the soccer mom bitching someone out. when someone's being an asshole on the train -- talking loudly, eating smelly food -- some people get annoyed. then, annoyed, they act like jerks to other people, who also then get annoyed, and turn into jerks. annoyance because a contagion spreading the disease of jerk. non-participation is generally the best answer |
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sometimes, though, you get a moment: an SUV is on your bumper. angry. impatient. you stop for a pedestrian to cross. you can feel them boiling over. savor it for a moment.... but, you can't cross the line and start being passive aggressive. it has to be a natural thing, like when i saw the wind blowing a flower in rapid, beautiful six-foot circle as it got caught in a vortex between two buildings. both of these moments happened today |
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Owl Socket's first and only album I Need More Owl Socket In My Life was absolutely savaged by critics, with the title giving them all the ammunition they needed. |
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whoa what the hell so did you nail the headmaster's wife or what "I've come to apologize..." [wacka wacka music starts] "for not giving you the attention you deserve" |
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no, but -- 100% true -- he was kind of sweaty and out of breath when i knocked on his door. immediately, i thought: this is either the perfect moment or the worst moment. it wound up being the former, thankfully. he seemed a bit startled to have this happen right then and accepted my apology promptly; i always figure if it'd been over breakfast it would have been much longer and torturous. and -- like i said, she was an obnoxious sow. fat. in retrospect, this was her personal vacation to france, it was being ruined by the fact that she had to babysit kids, and she just wants to enjoy france, ok? if she'd been flown out there just as the headmaster's wife, along with another teacher that actually knew us (to do the job she clearly did not want to do) then everything would have been peachy. |
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at some point today the bus drivah had to quit the conditioning cos it was shouting hot air only. poor me and the desperades on the bus. what a fucking roast. and tomorrow and friday will be worse, a friend told me with a strange suicide aura. |
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maya is steadfast on her bed and doesnt want to move |
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Wang: the essence of chill |
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while we were sweating buckets yesterday evening we wondered what it would be like to be in italy of spain now and how you folks deal with the heat right now. |
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I told maya to resist when i got out this mornig |
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i see what you mean with pissing off people by pointing out their misbehaviour. the risk of it backfiring is immense. being a good role model is the best way, but in many occasions i doubt people see what they have been doing wrong all their lives if not being told. really frustrating. heres a perfect example of people clearly knowing what they do but just dont quit, ideal for pissing off instead of encouraging to do better: i parked my car, noticing a parking woman who was parking while running the motor and being on the phone (speakers btw). i went upstairs, loaded the car with moving boxes of stuff and was good to go. she was still there speaking on the phone motor running. so i tried to signal her to cut the engine by doing a twisting hand motion. she then lowered the automatic window and said hello similing all the way and my anger was all gone, so i was able to greet her in a friendly manner and ask her if the motor was still running to which she replied "yes, but im about to take off" and i said she was standing here for at least 5 minutes already and that she could turn it off easily wihtout cutting off the phone etc. like giving a super kind advice and left. so essentially i made a sexist soccer mum situation :( i trust my judgement but its not failsafe in any way. i do believe in writing letters to the city/council however, pointing out how many green areas that dont have any leisure usage would be way more beautiful if not trimmed to death but being left alone to grow wild flowers. etc. noise pollution blah blah. in some areas they plant flowers like that by now. people seem to like the idea since magazines told them to. |
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greets from the 36 degrees chamber |
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sorry 38 |
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i've only experienced 40+ degree weather once, in france when i was 18 on a cheapo holiday with friends. felt like i was dying until beer o'clock and a little boozy kip in the hotel room. in retrospect this might've been early-onset withdrawal symptoms, i caned it on the drink around that time after a bad breakup... anyway i have no idea how to survive the hot weather without getting tipsy, summer is my "trigger" to put it in (lame) alkyspeak |
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window closed the only salvation, otherwise its hell's kitchen |
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everybody has melted |
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been told tomorrow there will be 4 degrees less than today, heres a hope to restore the normality here on xlt |
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*drips all over the thread* |
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thanks for for 2 things: 1. not much fat to carry around 2. i have a peach and a banana in the fridge |
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i've ballooned 30kg since i've been in hospital, was stick thin when i came in though. sweaty manboob alert |
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will RussleDust survive the heat? that is the true question imho |
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he better, i'll kick his arse in the afterlife if he checks out early |
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haha same happened to me when i got in the soft rehab place, free to eat what i wanted... was talking about it with a guy at work today, was living with the ol Peppe (65 yo) at the time and i used to cook half a kg of pasta for two at midnight. heaviest i weighted was 76 |
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86kg here, i've cut back to one meal a day |
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reminding the days i was writing how good eating was on here xD |
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im the dan akroyd at the christmas eve party in trading places, everywhere i go. friends get scared and lock their pantries when i arrive |
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who has the courage to spam anything today |
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