All the random in the world...ON FIRE.
Feb. 4th, 2005 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, last night I'm on the phone when I hear this weird noise. Sounds like people knocking things over next door, but it only happens once, so I figure, Meh, no big deal. Later on I notice that there's weird light coming from in through the front window and what do I see?
Some dude making fire in the courtyard. Crazy man with a hibachi burning what looked like old table legs and leaves. Being upstairs I just looked down and said, "That man, he's crazy," and went back to the phone.
Spoke to PT this morning and it turns out there was more drama involved than I thought. Barry, the land lord came out and told the guy to put out his fire. Guy says, "I'm a Native American and it's my right." Now, I'm all for Native American rights, but this crazy white guy does NOT have the right to make claims on being "native" and then burn down my house with his Table Leg Hibachi Fire of Doom.
Guy then says something about how his ode to being drunk and having a burnable potted plant is protected by federal law. "Do you know Federal Law?" he asks Barry.
"I know you're breakin' The Law." Barry responds.
I love my land lord.
* * * * *
Poem for the Family
by Susan Cataldo
Before I went to sleep, the soft lamplights
from the tenements across the street,
still, in the night, resembled peace.
There is something I forgot to be grateful
for. But I'm not uneasy. This poem
is enough gratitude for the day. That leaf
tapping again the window, enough
music for the night. My love's even
breathing, a lullaby for me.
Gentle is the sun's touch
as it brushes the earth's revolutions.
Fragrant is the moon in February's
sky. Stars look down & witness,
never judge. The City moves
beneath me, out of sight.
O let this poem be a planet
or a haven. Heaven for a poet
homeward bound. Rest my son's head
upon sweet dreams & contentment.
Let me turn out the light to rest.
* * * * *
You under 55? Well then, Bush's new Social Security plan says, "STFU. Heh."
* * * * *
And lastly, (stolen from
elvaron) a Better Relationship quiz. Apparently, I'm a teddy bear.
eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 4/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 8/10
"You are a XSIG--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Teddy Bear.
Hee! I just want to give you a big squeeze. You are tender, honest, generous and fair. You are an excellent kisser and a sensitive, communicative lover, and you know it. You would never intentionally hurt someone's feelings or overstep his/her boundaries. You have beautiful eyes.
Most people take your laid-back attitude, blazing wit and subtle sexiness and stick you in "friend." But some see your extreme hotness for what it is and latch on. This means you have a few members of your target sex in the bank at all times -- I call this "money in the sex bank" -- but you're too sensitive and thoughtful to exploit them. More than once.
You are so rational and deliberate in an argument that it can frustrate and exhaust your partner. Your fights can take forever, but your press on with them until they are completely resolved and both you and your partner are satisfied. If your partner is weak of will, s/he may just give in -- be wary of this! An emotional or passive-aggressive outburst later will hurt and horrify you.
It is *critically important* that you are able to respect your partner. The moment you lose respect for him/her, you lose everything.
When you make friends, you make them for life -- you can go without speaking to a friend for years and pick up right where you left off. You are completely faithful, both physically and emotionally. You are the second best (to XPIG) parent of any type.
If you are male, you have a huge shlong. Just saying."
I'm also clingy and prone to bottling up emotions, but then again, it's not gonna say that is it? Heh. I feel that I should note: I am female and I have huge breasts. Just saying.
Some dude making fire in the courtyard. Crazy man with a hibachi burning what looked like old table legs and leaves. Being upstairs I just looked down and said, "That man, he's crazy," and went back to the phone.
Spoke to PT this morning and it turns out there was more drama involved than I thought. Barry, the land lord came out and told the guy to put out his fire. Guy says, "I'm a Native American and it's my right." Now, I'm all for Native American rights, but this crazy white guy does NOT have the right to make claims on being "native" and then burn down my house with his Table Leg Hibachi Fire of Doom.
Guy then says something about how his ode to being drunk and having a burnable potted plant is protected by federal law. "Do you know Federal Law?" he asks Barry.
"I know you're breakin' The Law." Barry responds.
I love my land lord.
Poem for the Family
by Susan Cataldo
Before I went to sleep, the soft lamplights
from the tenements across the street,
still, in the night, resembled peace.
There is something I forgot to be grateful
for. But I'm not uneasy. This poem
is enough gratitude for the day. That leaf
tapping again the window, enough
music for the night. My love's even
breathing, a lullaby for me.
Gentle is the sun's touch
as it brushes the earth's revolutions.
Fragrant is the moon in February's
sky. Stars look down & witness,
never judge. The City moves
beneath me, out of sight.
O let this poem be a planet
or a haven. Heaven for a poet
homeward bound. Rest my son's head
upon sweet dreams & contentment.
Let me turn out the light to rest.
You under 55? Well then, Bush's new Social Security plan says, "STFU. Heh."
And lastly, (stolen from
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eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 4/10
Physical: 4/10
Giver: 8/10
"You are a XSIG--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Teddy Bear.
Hee! I just want to give you a big squeeze. You are tender, honest, generous and fair. You are an excellent kisser and a sensitive, communicative lover, and you know it. You would never intentionally hurt someone's feelings or overstep his/her boundaries. You have beautiful eyes.
Most people take your laid-back attitude, blazing wit and subtle sexiness and stick you in "friend." But some see your extreme hotness for what it is and latch on. This means you have a few members of your target sex in the bank at all times -- I call this "money in the sex bank" -- but you're too sensitive and thoughtful to exploit them. More than once.
You are so rational and deliberate in an argument that it can frustrate and exhaust your partner. Your fights can take forever, but your press on with them until they are completely resolved and both you and your partner are satisfied. If your partner is weak of will, s/he may just give in -- be wary of this! An emotional or passive-aggressive outburst later will hurt and horrify you.
It is *critically important* that you are able to respect your partner. The moment you lose respect for him/her, you lose everything.
When you make friends, you make them for life -- you can go without speaking to a friend for years and pick up right where you left off. You are completely faithful, both physically and emotionally. You are the second best (to XPIG) parent of any type.
If you are male, you have a huge shlong. Just saying."
I'm also clingy and prone to bottling up emotions, but then again, it's not gonna say that is it? Heh. I feel that I should note: I am female and I have huge breasts. Just saying.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-05 01:13 am (UTC)This is the Quote of the Day, hands-down.
I feel that I should note: I am female and huge breasts. Just saying.
Well aren't we special. *laughs and goes running with only /one/ sports bra XP*
(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-09 05:05 am (UTC)Dude, there's too many items of Doom in my life as it is. I'm just waiting to see what crazy neighbor sets on fire next. Heh.
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Date: 2005-02-05 04:20 am (UTC)http://pics.livejournal.com/permetaform/pic/000s1tab
er, careful, it's uberlarge. =D ::glomps::