The I Miss the Old Days Complaint Thread
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...that kind of rubbish usually happens where I live (fortunately I'm on the 5th floor) but such suspicious behaviour here tends to be the norm (though I've had strangers knock on my door sometimes without giving proper reason to).
I belive some people seem to think because my yard is overgrown it's an empty house
I just don't do much in the garden as I ache
Well it sounds like she was trying to see if anybody was home. Maybe she won't come back now that she knows you don't just leave the light on to make it seem like somebody was home. I wish I could have come up with an actual useful suggestion. In our old neighborhood, when people would knock on the door at night I'd usually stand there silently with the first good weapon I could find until things got quiet again. In our new neighborhood it seems like people generally only knock on the door in the daytime. We did have an instance in which the other woman said she heard a sound outside and of course I immediately opened the door, kind of like in the horror movies. There was another situation in which I heard a sound myself and once again opened the door to investigate. It turned out to be a squirrel... both times... but I was ready to fight, much like a chihuahua, with little regard for what I may be up against. Unless it was a deer. I really didn't want a confrontation with that deer. There were really only two times I was afraid of a confrontation with females. Both of them were huge. One of them was on my high school's weightlifting team. The other was my former teacher who for some reason I thought might hammer me into the ground like a nail, like in the cartoons. I somewhat regret not having it out with the teacher. I know none of this helped. If you're still up, well obviously I am too. At least for a while.
is daytime down here, 4pm, got up just after midday
I do believe it was checking if house occupied
I bought a camera on eBay in the wee hours of the 12th. Immediately after I paid, I realized that I hadn't changed my shipping address in eBay, so I messaged the seller. I never heard back. Nearly 48 hours later, on the night of the 13th, the item was marked "shipped" because a shipping label had been generated. Somehow, I have both a UPS and USPS tracking number, but neither of them show the item as having been shipped, suggesting that the seller hasn't actually given the item to whichever service is actually transporting the item.
Wow, people are knocking at the door in the middle of the night. Don't that beat all. I had one once, which was a different kind of knock than most. It had some Authoritah behind it. Sure enough, Police, with me in my underwear, looking like I was drunk, you know, the sleep stagger. He told me my garage door was open, and he gave me a lecture while I walked in my underwear to the front of my house to close the door. I walked back to the front door and still getting a security lecture. I opened the door, stepped in, and while he was talking, I turned and said thank you. And I closed my door in his face.
I've actually eaten baked possum with sweet potatoes. Not all that great but it kept us from being hungry.
I woke up one night, 40+ years ago in Florida, to find a skinny young man walking around in my ground floor apartment.
I came out of the bedroom naked (that's how I fly when in the bedroom) after having grabbed something and held it behind my back while confronting the intruder. He left quickly after a brief attempt at a feeble excuse as to why he was in my house. I don't know if it was my nakedness, my bodybuildedness, or the unknown thing behind my back, that scared him away. Because it certainly wasn't the confused, scared, quavering voice that that asked, stupidly "who are you looking for?"
I'm not trying to downplay what happened, but usually someone casing the joint doesn't try to get your attention... unless the tapping was accidental, depending on the dynamics of the segment of your local population that doesn't necessarily adhere to more acceptable methods of behavior, that individual may just have been drunk, stoned or loony... though occasionally some will go for a trifecta and be all three... and that's not to say they didn't have some nefarious intentions, it's just one with bad intentions doesn't notify you of their presence.
Thats no consolation, but in my experience non-raving loonies are usually more benign than thieves... they are disturbing or unsettling to encounter, but unless they keep hanging around, they usually go off elsewhere as their delusions direct them.
I don't know what your local constabulary is like, but in general it is always better to notify them of an event like that, even if you don't actually believe they'll do anything or care, in general most departments are required to send a patrol car to investigate (granted that might not be the case where you are)... if someone who is lurking around sees a patrol car show up or go cruising about the area after, they usually vamoose... or at least know they are more likely to been reported... for whatever that's worth.
Either way, there are some cheap security devices that you can attach to your windows that could give you a bit of peace of mind... there are standard magnetic sensors where you attach one part to the window glass frame and the magnetic trigger to the window frame... if someone opens the window it separates the two and triggers a high decibel alarm... depending on the window design those are super easy to install, but they usually use foam tape to attach, so it's not an idea product, but it will warn you of an intruder if you aren't a heavy sleeper... that's good if you sometimes have the windows open because you can have the sensors set up to two positions if you have extra magnets.
There are also vibration sensors that stick on the glass and if someone is monkeying around with the window, they'll go off...
Around here the magnet type can be found in dollar stores, but you can get them on Amazon, 12 for $20... the vibration sensors are 2 for $14...
Of course you could probably set up a halfway decent wi-fi based (non-internet service/subscription) home alarm system for a couple of hundred dollars if you are moderately handy (you have mentioned stuff that makes me believe you are quite capable), but most folks won't go that far right away... but depending on how much that bothered you, I figured it might be something to consider... also I have no idea what might be available or the cost might be considerably more for you down under... but it's worth mentioning.
"Stick on security" as I call it isn't great, but it's a layer... every layer you can add makes a miscreant's job harder and generally the easier it is the more interesting the possibilities are to them...
Another layer to add might be to place an obstruction under the window... a low shrub sometimes works good... something that is too short, too prickly and too close to allow someone to place weight on or look into the window near... or even placing a bunch of tripping hazard small plastic pots with one of those flimsy wire fold up fences blocking the area... its removable, but it adds a layer to casual trespassing that one could easily explain...
Generally it's harder to explain why you pulled up the flimsy fence, moved the flowers or garden gnomes to look into the window because of some random excuse like "I thought it was my friend's house and he's away, so I was concerned"... (I caught a guy climbing a 12ft chain link fence once, who tried "I saw my cat in there"), so in the case of the tapping weirdo peeper you encountered, that may have been a suitable layer... then again for all I know you might have a crocodile pit under the window and Tappy decided she'd risk it.
I feel you'd have mentioned your crocodiles if you had them though... wait... Denis is a cat, right?... Denis is not a proper crocodile name anyway, I doubt you'd name one that... Now I'm curious what you'd name your crocs if you had any... or do.
Anyway... you probably have already considered all that and whatnot (the security stuff, not the croc stuff), and I'm only saying that because sometimes one will think about something and be like "megh, I'll do it later", but if someone else says it they consider it again and maybe do it... although in general I find that most people I make suggestions to usually act on the suggestions of someone 768% crazier than me instead... so I don't know if you know anyone 700+% crazier than me... if you don't there is alway social media... that's great for crazy... But regardless, any little layers you can add is an added layer between you and whatever you don't want to meet.
Whatever you decide or do, stay safe and be well.
Ludwig...
I feel like that would be a good croc name...
No?
Edit: Saw your later post... Forgot about the achiness and didn't realize there was a lot of overgrowth... maybe just get a few land mines for under the windows... Ah... maybe that's illegal or something... probably the whole post was worth ignoring... well, except for the crocodile bit... crocodile based security is definitely innovative, autonomous and definitely environmentally friendly... plus their poops are probably great for the soil.
I'm sure you know this, but if you find someone looking in your 5th floor window, do not invite them in... they are likely a Salem's Lot type vampire and require you to let them in to desanguinate you... I believe in Oregon they require a formal invitation or a signed and notarized permit of desanguination.
I'm not 100% sure... but still... granted it could be an amazing Spider-Person of some sort, but as far as I know they are more of an east coast phenomenon.
Ugh... it finally rained this morning... poured... probably would have been serious if the soil wasn't so sandy... we needed rain, but the possum corpse didn't...
Soggy possum... blegh.
Sounds like a 1920s folk/bluegrass band... The Soggy Possum Boys.
For some reason I picture George Clooney when I think of that... "O' Possum, where art thou"...?
I read a great idea if you are breaking up with a creep. Not, that you should never dated them first. Buy a pack of shrimp that is hopefully on sale. Hide the shrimp in a bunches of secret places in their home. Then never return to their home.
I once gave time to a creep that he didn't deserve. I won't call it dating. Somehow he became an unwanted guest in my apartment. Big mistake! Another big mistake is letting him put porn on my computer. I collected artist reference photos not porn, but Mr Creep didn't understand the difference.
Actuall it tends to be more female photos for reference (for texturing current version of Victoria).
There's a famous neighborhood in Washington, DC called "Foggy Bottom". Even has a Metro stop too.
(Near Georgetown on the east, and near Kennedy Center, GW University, and the Watergate on the west next to the Potomac river)
I'd attach a photo of the Metro pylon but y'know, fotos at DAZ are unreliable still. (Yep, just checked. No cigar.
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Don't forget the Please come-on-in mats. That is for vampires; nothing will stop werewolves and other creatures of the night. Don't be afraid of the dark; fear what is lurking in the dark.
...part of the reason I don't mind renting even though it's like flushing money down the loo. With my creaky joints and bones (not to mention allergies) yard and outdoor maintenance is just not doable anymore. Gone are the days when you could pay a neighbourhood kid 1.50$ - 2.00$ American to mow the grass, rake the leaves in fall, or shovel the snow in winter,.
...yeah they get my iron deficient blood and they'll get what they deserve.
No "wall crawlers" here as not enough tall skyscrapers to swing between and the building I'm in isn't easy to climb with conventional means.
Now if it's the big ladder tuck from the nearby firehouse, that I won't argue with as it means the building is actually on fire (instead of them being called here every time someone burns their microwave popcorn or pizza, happens a with some frequency).
Non-Complant : My son came down and installed 3 mini-split units to take care of my AC problem. Boy oh boy I got cold air!! and they heat as well so come winter that's covered too .My kids are so good to me !!
Non-Compliant Cats are weird had a new security door installed. My cats would come out and sit with me on my stoop. Now they won't even get near the door. They walk by the entrance hall, see the door and run away. Drop something new on the floor, and they freak. I love my kitties, though.
I think a good name for an Australian crocodile would be Dundee.
Too obvious?
Skittish kitties!
Although it's been my observation that if a cat has a complaint it is often non-compliant. 
Is naming Australian crocodiles a frequent task for you? Or just when necessary for communication purposes? Does it get their attention in a crowd that is pushing & shoving get into position to leap out of the water to grab a dead chicken dangling on a string over their heads?
The idea came from within one of McGyver 's posts in answer to WendyLuvsCatz having a problem with a tapping at her window.
I heard a whistle tonight
was watching a YouTube video and thought it was on that
so I scrubbed back ...and it wasn't
being profoundly deaf in one ear I cannot place direction so unsure if next door, on the street or in my yard, someone could have just been walking their dog
I am very jumpy
I got a dog to deal with nonsense like this. I've always had dogs and grew up with them, but when the last one passed, I took a break from them. Never had a break-in when I had dogs, but my garage was broken into 3 times within 2 months after they were gone. When my son still lived with me he was on call for work and it was anybody's guess when he would be coming and going, so to anyone casing the place, it was impossible to establish the habits of the occupants. Once he moved in with his girlfriend, I was alone, and my comings and goings were pretty much by the clock. I'm hearing impaired and have a plethora of health issues, so the feeling of vulnerability started bordering on paranoia.
I wanted a 50-ish pound dog (small enough to pick up, big enough to do damage to an intruder). She ended up bigger than expected - 75 pounds, 80 in the cold months. She was a tremendous amount of work, sometimes utterly exhausting, but it forced me to get mobile and out into the fresh air on those days when I woke up and was barely able to move. The bay window is hers to sit as sentry, and most windows have a sitting spot for her as well. I play in the front yard with her so people can see how high she jumps, and how fast and agile she is. People are scared of her. Good.
If I still had my Siamese, I might not have gotten a dog. She was the best family cat ever, but woe betide a stranger who hadn't been introduced. She would run to the door and growl when the doorbell went or someone knocked, and sit there ready to transform into a ball of fury at a moment's notice. She taught the other cats to do the same (she was mother hen to all the strays I took in).
I probably read that while my eyes were glazed over. Plus I think I have a 3-sentence push-down stack, and forget anything more than an inch away on the page.
(That's why I have to edit my posts 12 times, until I'm happy).
On the plus side, I can watch mystery movies that I watched six months ago and still be surprised at who done it.
Just don't ask me for the name of something or someone. Name requests go to a special part of my brain that is now on strike and appears as a uniform gray nothing when I look in there for a name. I can describe what the thing does, what it looks like, and much of its history, but just don't ask me its name.
So, names for Australian crocodiles would never help me if I had need to address one.
That might be good news... perhaps they printed the shipping label with the incorrect address and then saw your email, so they did not drop the incorrectly-labeled package off at USPS/UPS/FedEx?
Complaint: Gonna be 100 today and my heat/light-blocking curtains have yet to arrive in the mail.
Just to be clear: In my previous post I should perhaps specify that it is the Australian crocodiles jumping for the dead chicken hanging over their head, not the reptile park customers. For them there are vending machines.
Wendy already has a Crocodile named Denice... she's a rescue croc (the croc, not Wendy) that often unplugs her computer during renders... I think... I don't eat enough peanut butter and jellyfish sandwiches* so my memory is pretty bad... but since crocodiles are very silent when they aren't busting out sick riffs on their electric guitars, it would probably be cheaper to just take barking lessons... there are lots of places that give them, but I've found a couple of good tutorials on YouTube where real dogs teach you how to bark like a pro... I was raised by canines, so I'm very good at barking and have considered making my own tutorial series on how to bark like a pro...
Barking and growling (growling takes more practice) is a great way of getting people to pay attention to you and is super great at scaring random people away... though occasionally someone will bark back and then you are faced with the dilemma of whether to bark back, bite them or sniff their bottom... it's complicated and that's why I was thinking of making a tutorial... the ones by dogs don't have a lot of English words in them and are mostly "Woof-woof" this and "Grrrr... Woooooo-wooooooo, arf, arf, bahwooooo-woooo-wooo" that... especially those over caffeinated little dogs who talk so fast...
But that was (what you suggested) a idea... if it weren't for Denthor her Crocodoodle... Wait... what was his name...?
*This is a reference to a post in a different thread ("Jaderail is looking down on the Stupid Thread XI") which mentioned memory and jellyfish and elephants and maybe octopuses... it's probably relevant to that, but I haven't had a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich in a while, so I don't remember.
Same here, but I just go with whatever I now think the original topic or idea was... and since I have erased a good portion of the comment I'm quoting, I've got no idea why you glazed your eyes... really... sugary frostings are best for pastries and donuts and unless your optometristomolographist suggested you frost your eyeballs it's probably better to just butter them if they feel rusty.
I feel just going with random words and ideas is more entertaining and enjoyable... why focus on stuff that requires thinking?