9/9/06
I need mp3s. Someone posted the mp3 of Don't Look Back in Anger. Now I want more stuff to fill out my Winamp play list. I have 30 gigabytes of hard drive space. That's a lot of music. Since it's after 2 a.m. and I'm lazy due to inertia and the fourth law of thermodynamics I can't cite them.

While sitting out on the porch with Jaybird and maribou and elmgrows, elmgrows points out a bunch of raccoons climbing over the fence. Four raccoons scrambled over the fence, sniffed around a gutter and then marched across the street to investigate Jaybird's car then wander off to parts unknown presumably to kill the Birdseses newfound garden gnomes.

When I parked, I noticed there were four police cars on the side street and in the alleyways. Fucking kids at the blue house a little down the street were holding a rowdy party with more than 100 people. Lots of folks complained and the CSPD came along to herd them home. One of the officers told me there was going to be a $100 fine or mandatory court date.

Now that's getting off pretty fucking light. The entrance fee for attending the party would cover that without any pinch on the pocketbook. Keep jacking up the fine by zeroes for each offense until the landlord decides "Shee-it, we-uns best not be rentin' tuh dem eggheads."

I have made oblique references here at heptapod.org but never really went into detail. Maybe I did and I just can't remember the details. Here's the skinny. Back in the first year of home ownership for the Birdseses they were having plumbing issues. More specifically their toilets weren't particularly robust and they were plagued with back ups and other horrible situations.

One of their cures was to say I could never take a shit at their place again. Understand that my bowel is not the happiest bowel on earth. It's a rare day when I lay cable that would put an elephant to shame. Considering the frequency and consistency of my movements, I'd always have to make embarassing exits which would either end up with having to do laundry or coming back and ten minutes later I'm back home and emailing them that I can't take this shit anymore.

In short, I felt subhuman.

Well it turns out that their toilets kept backing up without my fecal contributions and recently the straw appeared which broke the camel's back. They decided to cave and get the pipes replaced and fixed and all that nonsense.

Even more joyous is the fact that the $8000 job ended up costing them absolutely nothing. NOTHING (said with bad German accent).

Now I can relieve my bowels without rushing home or overly clenching my buttocks or needing new laundry or whatever.

maribou apologized to me for the past situation with the toilet.

I am humbled and happy.