2006-09-07T17:24:00.000-07:00

OK, I'm not generally a violent man, sure under certain circumstances I can be a prime example of this being on Thursday morning. Here are the details:
I've not been feeling in top shape for the last week or so with a lousy dose of the flu, so a full night sleep is something to be enjoyed so you can imagine my displeasure when someone decides to tap out The flight of the bumblebee of my door buzzer @ 3.30 in the AM. After I get my heart rate under control I proceed down to the intercom & inquire as delicately as I can whom it is..... "WHAT?" The reply was in a shaky male voice "Mate, let me in I've locked myself out", what unit I ask, He informs me Unit 1. What a shock, I have a flat mate that for the past 7 mths I'd been totally unaware of or My cat could talk, wasn't female & had been out for a night on the piss. Deciding that neither of these options was correct I corrected his error "Fuck off dickhead, wrong unit". Not taking this less than subtle hint he's on the buzzer again, "Mate let me in I need to score!" the desperation in the voice now clear. I thought about calling the cops, ignoring this idiot or escalating the matter. The cops & ignoring him didn't sound the type of action that would get me back into bed any time soon, so I went for option C. "Ring No 9's buzzer that's who your after", "I'm not allowed to, Paul said I can't after 11, but told me to ring yours & you'll let me in & then I knock on his" Well FUCK ME... The final straw had been reached, both with this idiot & the dealer living across the way from me, red flowed into my vision and as calmly as I could informed my pharmacutecly challenged visitor that he could leave now, ring the right number or take the consequences. He did not choose wisely! He again leaned on my buzzer, having enough I grabbed Mr Sticky (the name given by my sister to the pick handle I keep by the door) step into the hall way & let him in. He took 1 step into the building, saw me doing my best impersonation of a pro-baseballer & legged it. Feeling satisfied that a repeat of this wont occur again I went to go back to bed.... Second shock for the evening, the scum bag in No. 9 opens the door & has a go @ me for not letting the a-hole in, for a small man who's sampled a bit too much of his own wares he can sure move fast... I guess having a 6ft tall 120kg angry man with a large piece of wood held over his head helped some.

2006-06-26T04:28:00.000-07:00

Opening shot,

What is it with stupid & ignorant people? I mean what lies in store for the human race where there seems to be more & more of them each day! Is it the result of some twisted alien intervention in the world, where instead of helping humanity their killing off brain cells by the billion each day? I'm afraid not, that would be interesting, no I'm afraid that this is simply a case of some people being too involved in their own petty little lives to take an interest in the greater world out there, now I'm not saying that my life is any more petty; hell no... I just take the time to try & look outside of my own little circle every now & again.

I once heard the lament of an intellectual (or it could have been an actor playing an intellectual) that if there was any justice in this world there would be a law passed where you could kill one stupid person a day. Just think of it...... But where to start??? I can think of many many places, but with laws the way they are now, it's probably best to keep these names to myself, for private reflection & an ever growing list.

Between the eyes