Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Neighbourly war

It's on. It's here. It's now.
Music war.
Guitar boy.
Weird danco-shite [was that a sitar I heard?] across the hall?
And the ever delightful me.
Damn, I can still hear that solo.
If only my remote had working batteries...

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is he at least playing something good? Like, I dunno, the intro to 'Sweet Child of Mine' or 'Stairway to Heaven'?

Shelley said...

NO.
I think it's something he made up. Correction. Makes up as he goes along.

Huggies said...

Try pulling a few fuses out of the fuse box. :)

Anonymous said...

[OT: you blog. I'm doing it tonight because the most interesting part of the day hasn't happened yet.]

Shelley said...

I'm at work. It's an ethical dilemma. I'd just keep getting interrupted. Oh and they'd probably sack me.

Shelley said...

Oh the pain!
I always fight crap with [what I consider to be] non-crap. I have, however, frequently been told I have shit taste in music - so I guess it all works out. Kinda.

Anonymous said...

once one of my neighbors was blasting some techowoman music so i threw rocks at his apartment until he came outside and i told him to turn that shit down and he did

Shelley said...

Hmmmmmmm I think I prefer my passive-aggressive b/s.
If I threw rocks at someone's window it'd probably break. I have such good luck.

Apples said...

'Remote,' eh? Is that what you kids call them these days?

Shelley said...

hmmmmmmmm guess we're not in Kansas anymore.