11.19.2006

Question

Is calling a 19 year-old (who doesn't necessarily respond well to artificial authority figures) "Bam-Bam" an appropriate way to get said high-spirited 19 year-old to turn down his amp?

Secondary Question: Is repeatedly yelling "Fuck You!" a good follow-up to Bam-Bam?

Wow. We have jackasses for neighbors.
Posted by another kind of nerd at 18:46

10 comments:

Dolce Vita said...

Lucky You!!! You have college freshmen as neighbors. Ask KFR (Kungfuramone) about how much fun that is!

19:43
Cabiria said...

It's perhaps not effective, but it's kind of funny.

20:02
another kind of nerd said...

No, no, ladies. This woman was NOT funny. She was a Bitch. A straight-up Bitch. What was funny was that they (the Boy and his friend) paused their play when she first arrived, but as the level of "fuck you"'s increased, they commenced playing... as she stood in the doorway. Now that, my friends, is funny.

20:19
Rachel said...

And not an especially effective way of getting what you want, I'd imagine. heh... Bam-Bam??

02:30
Cabiria said...

The continuing to play is even funnier, I agree.

07:20
kungfuramone said...

Hey, E, consider calling the fucking cops! Yes, you too can call the fucking cops when your jackass neighbors are acting up. Why call the cops? Because the EPD ain't got nothin' to do, and you can be part of the cop-calling solution, not the law-abiding, quiet-being problem. Act now, and call the fucking cops today!

07:55
another kind of nerd said...

I'll be the first to admit that the constant playing of riff from Iron Maiden, or Iron Butterfly, or whatever it is does get annoying. The Boy lives in the attached mother-in-law cottage. I hear the music. R! and I also heard the woman perfectly as she was right outside our kitchen. I'd call the cops on her. I could live without the music, but at least the Boy isn't a miserable excuse for a human being, he just practices.

08:06
r? said...

I will also agree that the melvins-esque sluge rock is jaring at times. Yes the amps could be turned down at times. Yes I am tired of that fucking clapton (sunshine of my love) guitar line. Be that as it may, I hate my neighbors. They have glared at me from the first day I moved in. They ram our garbage cans, they scream (honestly) at you if you park your car on the STREET in front of their house. Basicaly, I seriously doubt their comitment to Sparkle Motion.

This also brings up an interesting question. Say you are a lad who wants to rock, where can you rock in peace?

Did I mention I hate my neighbors?

12:06
Anonymous said...

wait, he's playing iron maiden or iron butterfly? this is not the baby brother that I once knew.
I say cops calling could be in order but you could always do what I did which was through dog shit over the fence into her cleanly manicured back yard. (did I just admit to that on the world wide web) or you could park in the street in front of her house, that seems to really piss her off good. You could also call my dad over to have a little "chat" with her, that would scare her clean away.
Whatever way you slice it though, the woman's a total noz'.

19:49
another kind of nerd said...

I've got to say, I think going over there and calling her "Bam-Bam" and then repeatedly yellig "Fuck You" might make me feel better about the whole situation. I could knock on her door and say I had a not so much dramatic as realistic reinactment. Everyone could tell me to break-a-leg before I went over, taking off my black beret right as I went.

20:00

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