Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Apparently, when someone goes to Smallish City Hall applying for a permit to do something really loud and annoying outdoors, they are directed to do their activity in a particular patch of public space just outside my office.

Last winter it was the mind-numbing bell-ringing.

Over the summer it was bongo drums, and (until he got arrested on unrelated drug charges) a man who stood with a guitar screaming songs with lyrics such as "FUCK FUCK FUUUUUCK! YOU GODAMN FUUUUCK!"

Now, it's this:


Blogger brushfiremedia said...

Do I need to post that link again?

11/12/08, 8:37 AM  
Blogger hilllady said...

how about offering him free psychiatric services in exchange for taking his pipes elsewhere?

11/12/08, 9:05 AM  
Blogger brushfiremedia said...

I guess the one question is: Is he any good?

11/12/08, 9:36 AM  
Anonymous Turbomom said...

I have always maintained that listening to bagpipes straightens neurons in my brain. So it could be good for patients. And you should have a predisposition for the sound of pipes.

11/12/08, 4:24 PM  
Blogger The MSILF said...

God, you should be MY neighbor.

11/13/08, 11:48 AM  

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