Neighborly things

[resonant]

I am somewhat less hostile to the dog across the alley who barks in the night now that I know his name is Cecil.

(On the other hand, his humans responded to me staggering over to their patio in my bathrobe and saying, "Guys, it's three in the morning and your speaking voices woke me up through my second-floor window," by saying, "Oh, sorry, we'll try to talk more quietly" instead of, I don't know, "Jeez, I didn't know it was three in the morning. We'll fucking go inside and talk there." So unless Cecil can have a word with them, they're still on my eyeroll list.)

Comments

[china_shop]

Ugh! *much sympathy*

I would be plotting murders, if it was an ongoing thing. There was a wild rooster in my neighbourhood a few summers ago, and I kept fantasising about rooster stew!

[anelith]

People used to have parties in the wee hours of the morning, right outside our bedroom window when we lived in married student housing many years ago. I know, grad students have no concept of time, but jeez... don't they need sleep too?