Green is Good

Thursday, April 05, 2007

I always thought this would be a great way to retire...

Work some meaningless job, that looked fun, laid back and low stress. Well, because i'm AWFULLY slow till after April 17th at work, i have time to surf the web and waste company bandwidth. I came across this article on 3 guys that worked at a video game store, which has always been one of the jobs i think would be great to retire at (along with being a golf course ranger and champion racehorse put out to stud). It's quite long, but some very great quotes about the daily lives of these toolbags.

I'm not sure if i want that job more now, or if i'm horrified...either way, it's interesting.

http://www.gamesradar.com/us/xbox360/game/features/article.jsp?articleId=2007040314469812037§ionId=1003&releaseId=20060321132945404017

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Boxelder bugs


I had hoped these little bastards were a thing of my past. When i was growing up my dad's house was literally...COVERED in these MFer's. I mean, they were EVERYWHERE. They used to cling to the window doors on the family room in groups of thousands. THOUSANDS. They are totally harmless, but would get in thru the cracks of the doors and windows and be everywhere.


I mean, more then one of these little cocksuckers ended up in a drink...in my mouth.


My last house, they were nowhere to be seen...my new house...*sigh*..they are back.


They congregate by my front door and belwo my front window and in the corner of my garage sunning themselves. in HORDES. Not as many as my dad had at his house..but just the same...i've got them.


So, i've researched ways to kill them..most pesticides do not work. it's pointless...best thing is soap and water..that seems to burn their exoskeleton...or you can vacuum them up which ironically i used to do at my dad's...that's also very effective.


Basically, they are gross. They crap everywhere...so their dirty. it washes off, but i hate it. I've been walking around my house on the outside with a fly swatter just mashing them by the dozens..my driveway and under my front evergreen bushes is a graveyard of boxelder bugs. Ya know what tho? They are smart? As soon as i start swinging..they move out of the way and NEVER come back to the exact same spot...they learn...like the velociraptors in jurassic park.


Anyways....the cold weather will piss em' off today, so i shouldn't see as many...


The big problem is i've got a female boxelder tree in the woods behind me...someplace...just not sure where...oh, and the cross street in front of my house is "boxelder lane" dummy builder....if i can figure out which tree is the boxelder..it may get chopped down mysteriously.....they SWARM on these trees..then spread to homes to sun themselves...man i hate them. Now i'm just gettign worked up thinking about them.

50% right

Well, i err'd...specifically in my stereotyping. I was right, in identifying the type of person that took my plant only to have it sit outside their house, only blamed the wrong person. The Black lady with the white boyfriend have been exonerated i saw them come home last nite (with the woman and her child in the back of the bed of the truck) pull into their much nicer and well kept home next door to the trashy lady's home.

The lady that did take my plant i did see...big blue baggy parachute pants..oversized yellow shirt..and the windows on the mini van are tinted. It was her alright....

While talking with my neighbor jeff across the street about the incident last nite he shared with me how she yelled at one of his daughters for dropping her glove on the sidewalk in front of her house. Bottom line: I'm keeping my kids away from there.

Apologies to the wrong lady..and curses to the correct garbage picker!

Monday, April 02, 2007

Garbage Pickers Caught

I know, i'm not the best when it comes to viewing everyone with an equal eye. By that I mean, i can sterotype on sight. Wether it be the type of person that shops at walmart (the overweight white female with black stretch pants and an oversized mickey mouse shirt), the top three stories on local news will feature poor inner city minorities in one way or another, or how the old lady in front of me at the grocery store is SURE to pull out her checkbook and write a time consuming check to pay for her groceries instead of just cash or a debit card.

Anywho, this brings me to my story. About 3 weeks ago, I decided to throw away a plant I had. It was a large, plant, kinda tropical..about 6 feet tall and basically, a pain in the ass to maintain and deal with. It started to die, it was going down hill, and although i felt a bit guilty about it "you know, i could save this, if i REALLLLLY tried...." I decided it was time to part with it. So, I threw it away.

I took my garbage out that nite around 5:15, which i always do early, or else i forget and my garbage pickup is like the brink of freakin' dawn the next day....and i went to the store to pick up some stuff.

So, I get back around an hour later, and i noticed right away...somebody had taken my plant. Someone had, gone by my house, looked at my garbage, saw my plant and said to themselves, "hey, that guy's garbage would look great in my house!!!"

So, my immediate thought was, "who would have taken it?" I mean, the plant was a decent plant..but the pot it was in, was just the free 50 cent variety..cheap, basically useless for much of anything and it WAS dying....and honestly, it also alleviated my conscience, i didn't feel like quite the plant killer anymore thinking how someone who took it, obviously wanted to save it.

Well, my house is at the back of the sub....the road dead ends and there's a turn right before that..so really, only about 8 or 9 people REALLY ever need to go buy where i live cause of how the sub is played out. Of those 8 or 9 people one of em' jumped to the top of the list....

This is where my stereotype came in to play...

There's a house..up the curve from me that i can see about half of from my yard...There's a black lady that lives there with her white bf i believe ( i think he's the bf cause i see him leaving and going a lot) and her daughter. This is the house that has their Christmas lights hanging down BELOW the frame of their garage door so when they opened it up, they had to physically lift the cord to get the 93 windstar inside, instead of just taking them on the frame...the lights also twinkled multiple colors...while the ones on one window were green..another one was blue..and some around the front door were gold. Just hideous.

The landscaping consists of a single rosebush in the middle of the front yard...no mulch or boarder of anykind around it..unless you count 12 inch high crabgrass as a natural boarder. And the yard in areas has that look of a field where a group of deer have laid for awhile to mat the grass down in places.

So, my initial thoughts were..it's this lady who took my garbage. ...but i have no way of proving it...she A) is trashy from her get up around her house...B) has zero sense of style or taste from again, the getup around her house and C) is one of the few people that would go by my house and see my garbage.

On to the evidence:

On Sunday's, i drop the girls off at their mom's house at 7, then come home, strap on my ipod and go for a walk around the neighborhood. Takes about 25 minutes and i check out everyone's houses..see what they've done for landscaping and try to peak in their homes to get decoration ideas. Anywho, i was walking by the trashy ladie's house and as i was admiring/wondering if her rosebush would come back...i noticed a plant, on the side of her home, tucked behind her air conditioning unit, but clearly visible over the top as it was tall. i thought to myself.."why do people insist on having indoor plants as outdoor decor? They don't make it?" (another DB in the neighborhood had done this for his landscaping..took two indoor plants that looked nice..planted them in his front yard, and left them there all winter..sure enough killing them and looking horrible. Whereas, myself, planted an indoor plant outside to fill a space, then knowing it would die if i left it out there, transplanted it, moved it BACK into my house, and now will use it as a deck plant in the summer, it's already starting to come out of it's dormancy and blossom again...but that's just me stroking my green thumb skill). Well, i kept walking then stopped dead in my tracks.."that plant looked JUST like my plant that someone took from my garbage..." i turned around and just looked at it.

Sure enuff, it was my plant. The unmistakable tall stalk, with the identical but much shorter stalk right next to it. Propped up behind the garbage pickers AC/unit (which surprisingly wasn't a portable...that would have fit the stereotype better if it was) plain as day from the angle i found.

So, this lady, stole my garbage, then just let it die. Why do take the risk of being caught as a garbage picker like that? why do you take garbage unless you want to do something with it and use it? She took my garbage in otherwords, to make herself MORE garbage!! Makes no sense.

Plus, the fact that i've seen it now, if I ever catch her in the proximity of the plant, i'll ask her about it in a nice, yet "hey, i know you pick through my garbage kinda way." I mean, the equivalent of this would be like if i were to see someone throwing away a nice lamp and I needed a lamp, so I took it out of their garbage. The lamp could be great, and have no problems, and look fabulous in my place, but lousy in the person's place that threw it away. However, if that person came over to my house and was like "hey, isn't that my lamp I threw away?" I'd be horrified and quite embarressed.

I'd think the same thing applies here. I understand the saying, and am actually a big fan of sayint it msyelf in social settings, usually in a dating analogy, that "one man's trash is another man's treasure." However, in this case, one man's trash, is another woman's trash.

Oh, i'm taking pictures too..i'll post those as soon as i have them.