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Graffiti & Door Bells
Oct. 7th, 2013 11:25 pmI haven't been writing here much lately. Truth is, I've mostly been too busy. Though I'd continued to do real work on Designers & Dragons all through the spring and summer, I've now committed to try and get the vastly expanded last volume done by the end of the year. Thus, I've been working even harder, all in my "free" time. When I'm not working for Skotos and when I'm not writing D&D Classics histories or Mechanics & Meeples articles or board game reviews or RPG APs or whatever else.
Also, Kimberly's various health problems have been a roller coaster for both of us over the whole year, which has on and off sucked up energy that could have been used for productive writing or other work.
So, like I said, busy.
But I did want to take a moment to spotlight some weird crappiness from the weekend.
First up, Friday morning I went out and found that some worthless excuse for a teenaged human being had spray painted the cement right in front of our house with a weird smiley face. Over the years, graffiti has been a constant problem because there are many young scumbags living south of us (read: gangs). It's been better since we got rid of the big acacia tree in our front yard and had our new garaged painted dark brown, but I've still removed I think four instances of graffiti in the couple of years since our new garage was finished.
Graffiti on the sidewalk was something new, however, and not as easily dealt with. On Sunday Kimberly and I picked up some supposed graffiti remover, and I tried it out, but the best I could do after three or four applications and lots of scrubbing was to make it much more faded. We've got something coming from Amazon that may work better, now that we're done with the supposed "helpful hardware man's" advice.
Second up, Friday night at 2am or 3am Kimberly and I are fast asleep and the doorbell starts ringing constantly and obsessively (and loudly!). Both she and I look out front and don't see anyone, but it was pretty poorly lit because we didn't have the porch light on. I think it's entirely possible that a worthless excuse for a human being was out front hoping someone would answer the door in the dead of night. Which is sort of creepy. (Other possibilities: drunk but entirely silent frat boys and someone accidentally or purposefully setting off the wireless signal on our doorbell.) I pulled the batteries out of the doorbell when whatever wouldn't shut up, and everything was fine the next day. Though I switched the wireless frequency we use.
I was so damned tired on Saturday after that rude awakening. Less tired on Sunday. Tired again today.
Also, Kimberly's various health problems have been a roller coaster for both of us over the whole year, which has on and off sucked up energy that could have been used for productive writing or other work.
So, like I said, busy.
But I did want to take a moment to spotlight some weird crappiness from the weekend.
First up, Friday morning I went out and found that some worthless excuse for a teenaged human being had spray painted the cement right in front of our house with a weird smiley face. Over the years, graffiti has been a constant problem because there are many young scumbags living south of us (read: gangs). It's been better since we got rid of the big acacia tree in our front yard and had our new garaged painted dark brown, but I've still removed I think four instances of graffiti in the couple of years since our new garage was finished.
Graffiti on the sidewalk was something new, however, and not as easily dealt with. On Sunday Kimberly and I picked up some supposed graffiti remover, and I tried it out, but the best I could do after three or four applications and lots of scrubbing was to make it much more faded. We've got something coming from Amazon that may work better, now that we're done with the supposed "helpful hardware man's" advice.
Second up, Friday night at 2am or 3am Kimberly and I are fast asleep and the doorbell starts ringing constantly and obsessively (and loudly!). Both she and I look out front and don't see anyone, but it was pretty poorly lit because we didn't have the porch light on. I think it's entirely possible that a worthless excuse for a human being was out front hoping someone would answer the door in the dead of night. Which is sort of creepy. (Other possibilities: drunk but entirely silent frat boys and someone accidentally or purposefully setting off the wireless signal on our doorbell.) I pulled the batteries out of the doorbell when whatever wouldn't shut up, and everything was fine the next day. Though I switched the wireless frequency we use.
I was so damned tired on Saturday after that rude awakening. Less tired on Sunday. Tired again today.