TICTH all those who deem it necessary to fill public spaces with noise. I speak not of youth with car radios or (if still such exist) portable music systems; I speak of restaurants, shopping malls, bowling alleys, swimming baths, ice rinks et al. who feel that for some reason anyone wishing to communicate with another person must shout to be heard above piped music (usually utter LCD shit) until the competing voices and music reach an ear-splitting volume. Given how hard this can make it to cope if for example one is on the autistic spectrum, it's essentially a form of ablism. I doubt anyone is really listening to it; it serves no useful purpose beyond forcing some of us to find a relatively quiet stairwell to squat on the floor to eat, and making it damned hard to order when you and the person taking the order are struggling to hear at the same time as you're struggling to make a decision at the same time as trying to shut the cacophony out, so turn the fucker off.
I agree entirely! It's enough to make me wish to go to the Towers of Silence when I [eventually!] pass away!!
At my last place there was a neighbour who deliberately played Boney M late at night, excruciatingly loudly, in revenge for the neighbour downstairs whose music she did not like. Investigation showed that this music was Beethoven - I had to investigate as I had not heard it. The neighbour downstairs and I devised a plan to play the 1812 Overture, slightly out of sync, should she do it again, but we never needed to.
Could you and your other neighbours do something similar?
I tried that, many years ago, at Bible College. One student who was a perky "up with the lark" sort of fellow, would go to the communal bathroom, switch on his cassette recorder (I said it was a long time ago) and play bouncy Christian music. It irritated me greatly.
So I sabotaged his machine by substituting a cassette of Gregorian plainchant. He was, shall we say, somewhat bemused when he pressed the "play" button, but actually quite liked it.
I can't remember now if we talked things over, or if he took the hint.
I tried that, many years ago, at Bible College. One student who was a perky "up with the lark" sort of fellow, would go to the communal bathroom, switch on his cassette recorder (I said it was a long time ago) and play bouncy Christian music.
You should have killed him then and been done with it.
I have electricians here doing rewiring for the building, which means they are putting holes in my walls and drilling things. I'm missing a day of work (hopefully just one) and it's loud and noisy and annoying.
A long time ago I was working a job that had me on the phone all day. Somebody showed up to do some remodeling, which involved adding a piece of wall, which had to be attached to the concrete floor. He used a .22 shell to drive the nails into the flooring. For a while I had to deal with 'BANG!' and 'BANG!' while I was on calls with customers.
Not very helpful. (These days somebody would probably make a police report...)
Oh, basso, I remember the contractor who enlarged the basement bathroom in my first house (from stand-alone toilet to three-quarter) and his nail gun. I asked him if he needed a firearms permit for that thing; it turned out that he did.
This is not meant as a hostly comment, but am just thinking that your Northern Hemisphere hot weather seems to have led to an increase in numbers of TICTH
This is not meant as a hostly comment, but am just thinking that your Northern Hemisphere hot weather seems to have led to an increase in numbers of TICTH
Alas, the heat seems to make peeps (especially drivers) even more short-tempered and impatient than usual.
Keen gardeners, too, are bemoaning the desertification of their fruits and flowers....and so on.
There have been several articles recently* about how climate change and rising temperatures are leading to higher suicide rates in the areas affected. (*I didn't link to any specific article because there are many, and I can't say which is best. Just Google "climate change suicide.")
Although shopping yesterday I also noted an increased level of politeness as everyone waited for everyone else to go through the door first. Why knock it, it meant you could stand still for five ticks.
I think it was KarlLB who (somewhere upthread) condemned those public places (shops etc.) which inflict unwanted 'musak' and 'announcements'.
I wholeheartedly concur, but noticed yesterday (as I had thought before) that my local T***o does not use the tannoy, except for the occasional 'Colleague Announcement', such as 'Cleaner to Aisle 3, please, to deal with spillage'.
Perhaps this is why I unconsciously gravitate to this particular store, apart from their ability to supply fresh, green BANANAS, and a very tasty seedy brown BREAD, along with nice European BEER, CIDER, and other delicacies.
Ahem.
The only other noise in the shop was the quite noticeable whirring of the air-conditioning system, obviously working hard just now....so by no means worthy of Hell!
Heat warning......noise of a huge generator for a month to sandblast the inside of the city's water tower across the road......and now.......the machines are arriving to tear up the asphalt on the road surrounding my house and repave it. I'm all for repaired roads and I am glad I don't have to work on them at these temperatures but it is not going to be a fun day here.
We have the Double Joy of a lot of city centre roadworks and construction projects and the sodding Festival and Fringe.
So you can sit on your late, diverted and halted bus and look at all these posters shrieking for your attention. (There’s something about posters for comedy shows makes me want to take up a career as a professional mourner).
This heat is infernal. I consign to the coldest parts of the Devil's freezer all those pollyannas telling everyone to "enjoy this summer". It's horrible. All newsreaders and weather forecasters go to the front of the queue. Their bouncy crap is just the pits, and then they have the nerve to sound surprised that this is having a negative effect on farmers. Saintly words fail me.
Fuckin' Hell. TICTH a fucking site that deleted a post string where I made a considerable effort to politely engage with some fucking tools. Those shits deserve their posts dropped, but I made some very good, and very calm points that might've reached more reasonable people.
Fucking spineless bastards
Can I add the oiks who abuse the firefighters? Gwent police have had to issue a dispersal order as firemen tackling a blaze - which may have been deliberately reignited - are being verbally abused by local youngsters.
I would like to distribute my ire between the Emergency Response roofers who have not, several hours on, responded and the next door neighbours who have spent the w/end drilling and hammering. Any left over can go the TV schedulers who favoured some obscure men’s event over a more important women’s one.
Those awful, beige (in spirit if not in actual colour), dreary, rage-inducingly bland "Pan Pipes Moods" CDs and their ilk. They take decent songs and pieces of music and surgically removed any life, energy and interest out of them to just leave 50-60 minutes of tedious, mind-numbing "meh", all accompanied by a backing track seemingly recorded on a cheap Casio MIDI keyboard. For some reason they actively enrage me. And I'm fairly middle of the road in terms of music. I can't think of any reason why you would choose to listen to these versions rather than the originals. At all.
(I realise that in doing this, I'm consigning music that Mrs Sniff and some of her family enjoy... but I think it's for the greater good, I'm sure.)
I rather thought the 'Pan Pipes' stuff was recent history - IIRC, I haven't heard such sh**e for ages. Wasn't there some ghastly Peruvian (or somewhere) band that purveyed it?
But yes, I concur. <votive> for Mrs. Smiff and her benighted ilk....
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I agree entirely! It's enough to make me wish to go to the Towers of Silence when I [eventually!] pass away!!
At my last place there was a neighbour who deliberately played Boney M late at night, excruciatingly loudly, in revenge for the neighbour downstairs whose music she did not like. Investigation showed that this music was Beethoven - I had to investigate as I had not heard it. The neighbour downstairs and I devised a plan to play the 1812 Overture, slightly out of sync, should she do it again, but we never needed to.
Could you and your other neighbours do something similar?
So I sabotaged his machine by substituting a cassette of Gregorian plainchant. He was, shall we say, somewhat bemused when he pressed the "play" button, but actually quite liked it.
I can't remember now if we talked things over, or if he took the hint.
You should have killed him then and been done with it.
I'd certainly clear you.
I think I might show a modicum of mercy, too.
IJ
IJ
If you lived in Florida, you could say you were Standing Your Ground. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Not very helpful. (These days somebody would probably make a police report...)
Alas, the heat seems to make peeps (especially drivers) even more short-tempered and impatient than usual.
Keen gardeners, too, are bemoaning the desertification of their fruits and flowers....and so on.
IJ
I think it was KarlLB who (somewhere upthread) condemned those public places (shops etc.) which inflict unwanted 'musak' and 'announcements'.
I wholeheartedly concur, but noticed yesterday (as I had thought before) that my local T***o does not use the tannoy, except for the occasional 'Colleague Announcement', such as 'Cleaner to Aisle 3, please, to deal with spillage'.
Perhaps this is why I unconsciously gravitate to this particular store, apart from their ability to supply fresh, green BANANAS, and a very tasty seedy brown BREAD, along with nice European BEER, CIDER, and other delicacies.
Ahem.
The only other noise in the shop was the quite noticeable whirring of the air-conditioning system, obviously working hard just now....so by no means worthy of Hell!
IJ
I guess these things have to be done, and they do work to a pre-arranged timetable/programme (so I am told), so I suppose it can't be postponed...
IJ
So you can sit on your late, diverted and halted bus and look at all these posters shrieking for your attention. (There’s something about posters for comedy shows makes me want to take up a career as a professional mourner).
We've only reached 91 degrees F, but that's about 15 about our averagely hot summer's day, and 20 above my personal comfort zone.
Fucking spineless bastards
91-32=59 59*5=295 295/9=33ish, yeah if my maths right that's what it was here today. Too hot. Way too hot.
What I don't get is why people purposely go on holiday to places where it's pretty much guaranteed to be this horrible.
TICTH everyone who thinks using four syllable words automatically confers academic respectability.
Doubled and vulnerable for those that say “Sorry, I ‘m not in service”. 😡
You’re a machine, not a sentient being.
Typologized - the apology someone makes for having a typo in their post.
Around here that sign usually alternates with one that says "Welcome Aboard".
(I realise that in doing this, I'm consigning music that Mrs Sniff and some of her family enjoy... but I think it's for the greater good, I'm sure.)
But yes, I concur. <votive> for Mrs. Smiff and her benighted ilk....
IJ