Chapter 3 – The Adventure Continues (you needn’t search, there are no chapters 1 or 2…this is like Star Wars!)
I did post previously regarding my neighbors to the South (we live in a common-wall townhouse) who were evicted after it was discovered they have lived in filth for two years, were hoarders and were running a puppy mill, illegally! And, after they vacated, so did their German roaches.
To OUR place!
The owner/landlady of the neighboring roach nest promised us she’d pay for ALL necessary extermination, etc. She has spend thousands having hundreds of bags of trash, dog feces, and even the built-in appliances removed from her rental. One of the bug guys told me when he moved the washer and dryer, there were dead and dying roaches TWO INCHES DEEP underneath!
They came and sprayed our place twice. The first time very thoroughly, including the front outside and our small back yard. The second time was kind-of a perfunctory, yeah yeah, we gotta spray again thing. We did tell them they couldn’t dust inside the walls due to my roommates asthma. Apparently, they took this as some kind of insult.
The incursion has lessened since they finished next door – after TWELVE (12) VISITS! But, the roaches have obviously established a beachhead here, and we needed to take further action.
As instructed, we contacted the exterminator to discuss our options. They said they would need to speak with the landlady for additional authorization, which was fine. But, they were very rude, as if they no longer wanted the money!?
So J. made an executive decision (after all, we’re living in her place). We went to a do-it-yourself bug place, instead.
Since Thursday last, we have been following instructions, removing all items from the kitchen cabinets in preparation of cleaning, spraying, drilling holes in the kickplates for special chemicals, and finally washing and replacing everything, and leaving bait. And we’re ALMOST done.
What A MESS!
BUT, this is certainly more thorough than the ‘professional’, and promises to give us more relief.
Or kill us…
(No, not the 1928 silent film Western! And not THAT old…)
After my ignominious departure from the University (I dropped out because I spent more time partying than studying. Remember Joe Cool? 1970-71), my parents (with whom I was still living) put their feet down.
I was to pay them rent. This meant upgrading my employment – both to meet my financial obligation to them, and to look for better accommodations.
My Dad knew a guy who worked for AZDES, as a job bank guy. And soon, I was interviewed and sent out for a better possible job.
At M****** S***** Nut, Bolt and Screw. A manufacturer of industrial fasteners – nuts, bolts, screws, rivets, all manner in all sizes and quantities. Not being particularly handy, I was unaware one could get such items in kegs. Or pallets of kegs. Containing thousands, weighing a lot!
Soon, I went to work commuting from the S.E. Valley to N.W. of downtown Phoenix. And, in spite of promises made I would not have to drive a clutch-operated vehicle (with my disability, it can be difficult), I was soon driving a fork lift, among my other duties!
And I got to load trucks and make local deliveries, mainly to construction companies, Valley-wide.
But, this was before political correctness. And except for a couple of secretaries in the main office, and small parts packaging, the staff and customers were entirely male. And in a blue-collar business such as this, coarse language and humor was prevalent.
ALL the company pencils had the name of the company, the address, telephone number.
And the phrase “To Us, There’s Nothing Better Than A Good S**** “
And not to be outdone, over the will-call office, wherein people came to pickup ordered merchandise, was a sign reading “We’d Like Nothing Better Than To Handle Your N**** “
Obviously, a different time. I think I was making $2.00/hour, up from $1.60 as a busboy! @ 45 hours a week.
But, all good things must come to an end.
It was closing time, and I was in a hurry to get home. My manager asked me to wait for him to load a truck for delivery – and he was taking forever. So, I took it upon myself to load the pickup truck with the fork lift, without waiting for his direction. And I put a small dent in the truck, with the clutch-operated fork lift I’d been promised I would never have to drive.
And I was subsequently fired.
No more commuting for me. At least to that part of town.
And yes, I thought I had been s******!
(I miss mine – sniff.)
BUT, it’s been said the trigger is much smoother without the magazine disconnector* in place.
To remove, or NOT to remove. THAT is the question.
Part of me says that’s the way she was designed, ergo, keep her that way. And train as if it is in place. And another part of me says it’s unnecessary and makes the trigger pull clunkier – take it out!
(This is all moot to me, as my pistol is long gone. But some friends have had theirs removed, others have not.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
h/t Clayton Cramer
*a device requested be installed by a military contractor to keep the firearm from being fired if the magazine was removed. This was reportedly done for safety.
Soccer, aka futbol.
Regular readers know I’m NOT a sports fan. I have been known, however, to sometimes (glance up from my magazine/smartphone in my chair and) watch AMERICAN football, hockey, baseball, even (shudder) Pro-Am golf (to see Hollywood celebs out of their element). Usually, this happens because I’m downstairs (away from my own TV) and my roommate has the TV on.
Have you noticed this time the World Cup Soccer matches are not only lasting forever, but have been hyped much more?
What’s THAT about?
Of course, it wasn’t that many years ago that Americans didn’t play soccer. There were no youth soccer leagues or soccer moms. It was thought of as something foreign, not part of the American character. After all, we had real football.
But, money talk$.
And advertisers, knowing many soccer fans have developed in the United States (having been in youth leagues here) or moved here from traditional soccer countries. And now they drink soda and beer and eat Doritos like other good American sports fans.
My Coke Zero 24-pack now comes emblazoned with a soccer ball on it! So does my
American Belgian Budweiser beer.
And this soccer madness seems to be going on forever. Longer than the March Madness of basketball that messed up my Hopper’s recordings of shows I wanted to watch!
But now that the Americans lost in sudden death, shouldn’t we resume our regular programming? And change our packaging back to good ol’ American stuff?
On a more serious note, I see soccer as part of this international meddling, like trying to change American jurisprudence to Shariah, and using United Nations rules to
govern restrict or eliminate our Constitutional rights.
But, hey, it’s only a game, right?
Of course they do, you nit, it’s just not INDEPENDENCE DAY!
Here, we celebrate our freedom from government-imposed tyranny!
…or perhaps not.
(In addition to the constant video and audio surveillance, warrantless searches, police overreaching, Internet spying, illegal detentions, eminent domain theft, inability to defend ourselves, welfare statism, forced unionization, ad infinitum – ad nauseum.)
REGARDLESS, HAVE A HAPPY AND SAFE INDEPENDENCE DAY! I plan to read the Declaration of Independence aloud today, in it’s entirety, before doing so is also banned! – Guffaw
(Courtesy of Irish)
As long as you don’t interfere with them doing their job it should be legal. Videotaping would
help keep everyone in line.
A local New Hampshire police department agreed Thursday to pay a woman who was arrested and charged with wiretapping $57,000 to settle her civil rights lawsuit. The deal comes a week after a federal appeals court ruled that the public has a “First Amendment” right to film cops.
The plaintiff in the case, Carla Gericke, was arrested on wiretapping allegations in 2010 for filming her friend being pulled over by the Weare Police Department during a late-night traffic stop. Although Gericke was never brought to trial, she sued, alleging that her arrest constituted retaliatory prosecution in breach of her constitutional rights. The department, without admitting wrongdoing, settled Thursday in a move that the woman’s attorney speculated would deter future police “retaliation.”
There is that part mentioned without admitting wrongdoing which does disturb me, however…
Well, it’s finally happened.
My neighbors to the South (I live in a townhouse – we share a common wall) have moved out. My roomie says she saw a social worker speaking with them before they left. They filled the backyard with trash bags – so many they have to leave by the front door instead of the back!
These were the folks who had multiple co-tenants, no motor vehicles and by all appearances liked to bounce bowling balls down the stairs at 0400 – repeatedly – making certain they bounced off the walls in the process, as well.
And they took their many shouting arguments into the back yard, for all to hear.
They were nicknamed by the neighbors ‘the WalMart people’. (not to cast aspersions on WalMart – we shop there, too!)
Now we know why they went outside…
It’s time for their landlord to commence cleanup. I suspect they didn’t get their security deposit back…
In addition to the massive amounts of trash outside…
Massive amounts of trash inside…walls covered with smeared fecal matter, filthy carpeting…
And, as their hosts left for parts unknown – the cockroaches have breached our common wall in search of a new home!!
The story from their Southern neighbors is they were breeding dogs inside – never saw them outside – heard them though, and this accounted for the insects and foul material therein.
We are contacting their landlord – as has the other neighbor – to see about having our house treated (insect bombed).
The cleanup crew have been working in shifts wearing clean-room type attire, and have told the neighbors ALL THE HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES had to be discarded due to the infestation!
Hopefully, all will be taken care of by their landlord. Perhaps next time he will be better at assessing the appropriateness of his tenants?!
Posted by David Hardy (on his blog)
Here’s the complaint. Essentially, the NJ legislature passed a law in 2002, which required the attorney general to report whenever “smart gun” technology went on sale in the US. Three years after he so reports, the only handguns that can be sold in NJ will be ones so equipped. The complaint alleges that the technology is now on sale, and seeks an order that the AG file the report. Nevermind that there are major concerns about reliability and safety. If people don’t want to rely on such guns, Brady figures, we’ll just have to force them to do so.
Ah, “reasonable gun control”! Brady apparently thinks that even New Jersey is “unreasonably mild” on the subject.
Because New Jersey is already so lax on their gun laws, and smart gun technology has been proven to work consistently.
Yeah, that’s SMART…
In days of yore, the British SAS carried Browning High Powers WITH THEIR SAFETIES UNENGAGED! Why? Because they knew with proper training there wouldn’t be any negligent discharges. Relying on man-made devices to act as a ‘safety’ against gun accidents is foolhardy. And these so-called smart guns use batteries. See any problem here?
I fondly remember Col. Cooper telling the story of the grunts in the movie theater, watching some movie wherein a woman produces a semiautomatic and fills some guy with lead. A guy in the crowd yells, “Okay Lady, police your brass and move off the line!”, to the knowing roar of the crowd.
Policing brass. The curse of the responsible (and green) shooter. Many times over the years for me, it meant bending over in the desert picking dusty brass out of the dirt, cactus and gravel, and putting it back into the boxes from whence it came. Or a Ziplock, or a plastic grocery bag. Or a jeans pocket. To be sorted and cleaned later. Maybe.
I’m disabled. I’ve a fused right hip (amongst other infirmities). This makes policing brass problematic at best. But, when I can, I do it.
Unlike so many others who lay waste to the desert with non-biodegradable target materials and spent brass!
Reportedly works well on concrete, desert floors not-so-much…
(That big blue plastic tarp drop cloth still looks pretty good, huh? :-) )
h/t New Jovian Thunderbolt
FTC – Ammo Up give me nothing!
Why? I don’t get to shoot very much.
I noticed after my last outing that I was
low completely out of my mainstay solvent, Hoppe’s #9!
I went to a nearby firearms emporium to get some. They not only didn’t have any, they said they didn’t even stock it!
So I had to settle for some Remington-branded ‘green’ gun cleaner.
It seemed to work okay, but it didn’t have the olfactory thrill (toxicity) of the Hoppes.
Scientists tell us that the sense-of-smell is deeply ingrained in our psyche. Food tastes better, uh personal interactions are better, when the nose is working properly. Memories are triggered.
I’d drive to a farther gun shop, but my car is failing…
I really miss the smell of Hoppe’s! It can be ordered on line, but the interstate chemical transport fees are huge! So much for THAT idea!
Of course, there was that waitress who smelled of Ivory Soap….
(Sorry, another memory triggered!)
FTC – Hoppe’s and Remington gave me nothing! Go clean your own guns and find your own waitresses!
h/t New Jovian Thunderbolt