Happy Birthday Noah and Grace!!!

I think that sounds like an interesting dream, Gud.

Happy birthdays!!

I need to do some serious thinking this morning, and I just can't get my brane started. Ugh.

Psst...Scola's going to be responsible for Skynet, pass it on.

Chairs On Drugs

From Fabulon - some other posts on Fabulon are NSFW.

I know this reveals a horrific lack of keeping-up-ness, but is Grace out of the hospital?

I'm so not a bath person. I get bored, too.

Happy birthday, k-bug!

Shir, really? into a neighbor's place? No way, no how - 1) illegal, yes? 2) I'd fear violence.

Yes. I don't know about 1), but as for 2) - easy. Forget everything you feel at the moment, put a true-to-God-I'm-a-people-lover-smile on your face, and act the up "umm, I'm so sorry to interrupt, really, but I knocked and no one answered, but I was just about going to bed - do you mind turn down the volume in about, umm, 30 minutes?".

Unless getting a party invitation, they'll usually turn it down within 5 seconds with an apology.

oh Shir, in some of the places I've called in complaints, not only would I possibly have been threatened physically, I most certainly would have been assaulted verbally. In NM, after asking for turn downs twice at 3-4am parties, the neighbors started loudly discussing how much they must be bothering us before jacking up the volume. They got evicted a month later for violation of lease agreement which stated no loud noise after 11pm. In NY, the place I would call the cops on was home to at least 2 thuggy 20-something men and no way in hell was I going to confront that.

And I thought Israelis are hostile to each other. If I'd live in a places like you just described, I don't know how I'll feel safe. I can't even imagine that.

As an example: my sis is now home for the weekend (yay!), while piles of laundry. The machine broke for some reason in the morning, and my parents, living in the middle of the desert, have nothing they can do about it until Sunday, when it'll be too late for my sister. So we asked our neighbors for help, they agreed to do this within a second, without blinking or thinking twice and with an honest smile. My mom baked them a cake.

That reminds me of my freshman year of college, where people in the room next to mine would party late at night when I had 8:00 calculus the next morning. When I'd ask them to be quiet, they'd crank the music and bounce a golf ball off the wall in order to intentionally keep me awake.

I've not always known my neighbors by face or name in the places I've lived, but the apartments have been safe. Where I live now, I know all my neighbors.