Monkeyleg
February 25, 2003, 12:27 AM
This was to be my reply to Runt's editing in the "Squirrel" thread, but I think it need its own topic. Make no mistake: this is Oleg's and Runt's forum. I just want to get a handle on where language crosses the line. I'd sure appreciate input from either of you.
The following is the reason why I used the word b**** to describe my neighbor. Maybe I need to go back and re-read some of the floating language posts. Please give me your input.
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None of the above should be funny, but in hindsight it is. (Unless Buddy had friends who came to visit that I don't yet know about).
Runt, I noticed you bleeped some letters from my description of my neighbor. Your house, your rules.
Voilsb (and Runt) may not understand just how far I've extended the olive branch to the BND. She's been here over three years now. Shortly after moving in, she bought two puppies. (She's a Canuk, and swears that dogs should run free wherever they live--city or country).
First few months, I held my silence when she brought the dogs out at 3 am to "do their business." For awhile, I even tolerated stepping on their piles when I mowed the lawn.
Eventually, though, tolerance reaches an end. When she was out and about in her yard, and Deb and I had just finished cleaning up her dog's piles, I approached her. Prefacing my remarks by saying that my business had been terrible, I told her that the combination of my insomnia and her relieving her dogs at 3 am was taking a real physical toll on me.
Her response? "There's nothing I can do about it."
Really? I asked if she could take them out the northside door, where I wouldn't be awakened by their noise.
"It's too much trouble to go to that end of the house."
Yep, I needed to reach out to her.
Weeks later, my wife picked up 36 piles as I mowed the lawn. She put them into a bag, placed them on the BND's porch, and I went over to talk. Again, I asked if we couldn't reach some agreement.
"There's nothing I can do about it," she repeated. "It's their training procedure."
Nothing? I reminded her that the city has a fine of $200 per pile, and that my wife had just picked up 36. Do the math, I said. Further, her "training" of her dogs was having an effect upon my health.
"There's nothing I can do about it."
Time passed, dogs barked, and she became even more intolerable. To fill a couple of flowerbeds in the front yard, she had fifteen yards of dirt dropped off. On my side of the lotline. The pile sat there for five months, until weeds were growing--I kid you not--two feet tall from the pile, and spreading into my front yard.
"There's nothing I can do about it."
She attempted to solve the doggie pile problem by putting up a fence. Even Himmler would have been embarrassed at the sight, and ordered shot anyone who would have constructed such an abomination. And the dogs still slip under and leave us their piles.
Since I was a teen, I've always carried a weapon. Gun, knife, brass knuckles, whatever. Nowadays, I let any slights just pass. I don't want to shoot. Ever.
Voilsb, tell me how much further I should go to accomodate this fruitcake.
And, Runt, please let me know what words I can properly use to describe her.
Truth be told, I'm sorry I had to use a Hydra-Shok on Buddy. It would have been put to better use on the BND. Buddy would have at least been a bit more reasonable.
The following is the reason why I used the word b**** to describe my neighbor. Maybe I need to go back and re-read some of the floating language posts. Please give me your input.
**************************************
None of the above should be funny, but in hindsight it is. (Unless Buddy had friends who came to visit that I don't yet know about).
Runt, I noticed you bleeped some letters from my description of my neighbor. Your house, your rules.
Voilsb (and Runt) may not understand just how far I've extended the olive branch to the BND. She's been here over three years now. Shortly after moving in, she bought two puppies. (She's a Canuk, and swears that dogs should run free wherever they live--city or country).
First few months, I held my silence when she brought the dogs out at 3 am to "do their business." For awhile, I even tolerated stepping on their piles when I mowed the lawn.
Eventually, though, tolerance reaches an end. When she was out and about in her yard, and Deb and I had just finished cleaning up her dog's piles, I approached her. Prefacing my remarks by saying that my business had been terrible, I told her that the combination of my insomnia and her relieving her dogs at 3 am was taking a real physical toll on me.
Her response? "There's nothing I can do about it."
Really? I asked if she could take them out the northside door, where I wouldn't be awakened by their noise.
"It's too much trouble to go to that end of the house."
Yep, I needed to reach out to her.
Weeks later, my wife picked up 36 piles as I mowed the lawn. She put them into a bag, placed them on the BND's porch, and I went over to talk. Again, I asked if we couldn't reach some agreement.
"There's nothing I can do about it," she repeated. "It's their training procedure."
Nothing? I reminded her that the city has a fine of $200 per pile, and that my wife had just picked up 36. Do the math, I said. Further, her "training" of her dogs was having an effect upon my health.
"There's nothing I can do about it."
Time passed, dogs barked, and she became even more intolerable. To fill a couple of flowerbeds in the front yard, she had fifteen yards of dirt dropped off. On my side of the lotline. The pile sat there for five months, until weeds were growing--I kid you not--two feet tall from the pile, and spreading into my front yard.
"There's nothing I can do about it."
She attempted to solve the doggie pile problem by putting up a fence. Even Himmler would have been embarrassed at the sight, and ordered shot anyone who would have constructed such an abomination. And the dogs still slip under and leave us their piles.
Since I was a teen, I've always carried a weapon. Gun, knife, brass knuckles, whatever. Nowadays, I let any slights just pass. I don't want to shoot. Ever.
Voilsb, tell me how much further I should go to accomodate this fruitcake.
And, Runt, please let me know what words I can properly use to describe her.
Truth be told, I'm sorry I had to use a Hydra-Shok on Buddy. It would have been put to better use on the BND. Buddy would have at least been a bit more reasonable.