Posts Tagged ‘my dumb town’

Rollin’ 60’s: Nazi meth gang in my neighborhood?

Friday, May 28th, 2010

These tags have been appearing in my neighborhood over the last week or so.  My best guess is that it’s either an Aryan meth gang, or some toothless white kid in a wifebeater who wants everyone to think there’s a Nazi meth gang operating in the ‘hood.  All three are within a city block of one another and would create a nearly straight line when plotted on a map.

Input from grafitti artists and/or experts on Nazi meth gangs would be appreciated.  Note the tag’s design evolution, as well as mixed use of apostrophes and misspelling of “sixties”.

Apparently abandonded house on Union Street, between 22nd and 23rd

Apparently empty house on Union Street, between 22nd and 23rd

Alley wall, connecting Union and Colhoun

Wall in alley connecting Union and Colhoun

Building in Kovacs parking lot on Colhoun, near 22nd

Building in Kovacs parking lot on Colhoun, near 22nd

What makes me think meth?  This:

What makes me think Nazi?  This:

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Dan schools us on eviction in 15 steps…

Friday, May 28th, 2010

My buddy Dan sent this commentary regarding an earlier post.  I yakked about the sadness inherent in seeing a household’s contents turned out onto the berm (hence the image).  Click past the jump to read a landlord’s fifteen-step guide to getting rid of your tenants.  Also, keep in mind that Dan isn’t known for his landlordly compassion.  Case in point, Step 13:

13)  Hound them.  Make phone calls, do skip traces, internet searches, whatever it takes.  Get that judgment satisfied and make them cry.

~~~~~~~~~~

Professor Dan is ERIWA’s consultant on property maintenance and law, as well as chemistry and online golf.  His hobbies include facial hair experiments and taunting people on the Yahoo Answers forum.  Casual observers sometimes mistake us for siblings.

~~~~~~~~~~

Prof. Dan: Time to go, deadbeats.

Prof. Dan: "Time to go, deadbeats."

Dan Sez:

While eviction is never pleasant, it should be noted that both parties in the matter are equally inconvenienced.  The landlord doesn’t have his rent money and the debtors/tenants have to move.  Ultimately, the process comes down to 15 steps:

1)  The tenant refuses or otherwise shirks to pay the rent.

2)  A period of time passes as the landlord endeavors to give the tenant the “benefit of the doubt,” assuming that promises made will result in cash in hand.  During this time, shared utilities (should this situation exist) are still being used and bills are accruing for the landlord with no offsetting remuneration.

3)  The landlord gets fed up and sues the tenant/s in civil court, paying the 100 dollar filing fee and 20 dollar service fee in order to remove the non-paying resident/s.

4)  Time passes, bills accrue.

(more…)

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

More idiocy spotted around my dumb town…

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

I wonder if the one-way sign figures into the message somehow.  Also, I’m intrigued by the use of the term “gayness”, rather than any number of much more insulting homophobic slurs.

If you know any homophobes who hang out near 13th and Edmond, ask around, then let me know if there’s a subtext I’m missing out on.  Although this sort of stop sign vandalism is hardly clever, this particular graffito is damned near polite.  I’m imagining someone’s grandmother standing on a kitchen chair, shaking a can of blue paint.

UPDATE — From the comments:

codemenkey says: “there’s only one way left to stop gayness”?

My reply:

But, if there’s only one way left, what’s it supposed to be? I want to go back and add a [CITATION NEEDED] tag.

Even More Updated:

cory says:

After looking at the style closer, I have to agree that his wasn’t the first sign tagged with this message. It isn’t sloppy and the paint isn’t drippy or stuttered, like it is on the underline, meaning the person knew about can control. Plus, from teenage experience I know that writing with a can is different than handwriting. It takes practice to get a legible word out with spray paint.

My Reply:

You need a Daily Show-style ERIWA commentator title. My first thought was Resident Youthful Indiscretion Expert, but I’m reserving that title for myself. Maybe something involving the phrase “Statue of Limitations”? Naw, I’d better hold onto that one as well.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

This is actually sorta badass…

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

My daughter and I saw this while walking home from school last month.  The driver was fishing at Corby Pond, wearing full universal camouflage gear.  That’s what pushed the scene from merely macho to badass — active military dissing Hummers.  If I hadn’t been a block away I would have high-fived the dude.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

I hope this is the saddest thing I see today…

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

I saw this sad tableaux while walking this morning.  Apparently the Deweys have fallen upon rough times, judging from the sight of their possessions lined up along the curb outside a Clay Street apartment complex.  The Christmas decorations are melancholy enough, but plenty of personal affects are there as well, including photos, papers, and what looks an awful lot like laminated identification.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Random Premise: Beer, tea, and power tools.

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a Random Premise, but after seeing this by the side of the road I couldn’t help myself.  This was all in a tidy little curbside pile with no other trash around and found in a pretty clean neighborhood, meaning it had almost certainly been dumped from a parked car.  Noteworthy items:

  • Douchey low-carb beer bottles (2)
  • Douchey organic chai tea packages (4)
  • Packaging for rotary power tool attachments, one of which was a wire brush (2)

What does it mean?  How did it get here?  Are all of the items related?  Could they be connected to the guy I saw taking a piss in the bushes at Corby Grove apartments in broad daylight a couple of hours later?

Tweet me if you have any ideas.

Update: My best guess so far — a teeny, tiny, Tea Party that somehow involved stubborn rust.  This was discovered the day before Tax Day, after all.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Never get on an airplane with this woman…

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

…unless you want an air marshal standing on your throat.  My buddy K. was clipped for speeding, then nailed for an unpaid parking ticket.  From her exchange with the highway patrol:

me: your kindness is humbling. there is no more stupid left in me. thank you very much.
hpm: are there any explosives or drugs in the car?
me: explosives or drugs? no, not in that car.
hpm: do i need to search your car? (he is giggling)
me: you are more than welcome to if you’d like.
hpm: naw, i’ll take your word for it.

Later, as she was having the above mugshot taken:

the booker (bookie?) takes me to interrogation room #5 to take my mug shot. while i’m standing in front of the camera and she’s filling in my info, i ask if i can borrow a sharpie. “i think i should have, like, my area code printed on my throat. and maybe a little tear on my face. to make me look cooler.” she laughs and questions what’s wrong with me. i also ask if these pic will be available online. sadly, they are not. which really IS a pity, i looked really, really good yesterday.

They are now, babydoll.  Note how I avoided the ‘cuffs aspect.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Infringaliciously confused branding

Saturday, April 3rd, 2010

I was out running errands on the ol’ bike and saw this sign.  It’s a relatively new addition to a little corner property which seems to change hands on a pretty regular basis, but is mainly occupied by automotive businesses.  I once bought an old Volvo 850 wagon from a previous tenant.  The last tenant, an auto detailer,  moved their business across the street to the site of a long-defunct pawn shop where I bought my first snare drum and first electric guitar in the mid ’80s.

Note the totally ballsy appropriation of Mad Magazine’s mascot, Alfred E. Neuman.  Mr. Neuman historically represents incompetence, obliviousness, and fundamental denseness, albeit in a humorous context.  A number of explanations for this scenario occurred to me:

  • The proprietors have no idea who Alfred E. Neuman is.
  • The sign designers have no idea who Alfred E. Neuman is (or how to create transparent layers — note the bite taken out of the left side of the wrench by the capital “P”).
  • The sign designer either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care about trademarks.
  • This shop is actually owned and operated by Mad Magazine.

I sincerely hope the last one is true, because it means these guys are my new mechanics of choice.  I’m looking forward to getting my oil changed, then chuckling over the Sergio Aragones cartoons printed in the margins of my bill.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Web design fail

Saturday, April 3rd, 2010

I have a bad, voyeuristic habit of looking at my Twitter followers’ followers to see who pops up over and over again, as well as to see how promiscuous my followers are.  One follower’s follower is a local IT company which links to its web site from its Twitter profile.  Being an IT guy myself, and curious about a local company I hadn’t heard of, I visited the site and saw this:

This piqued my curiosity, so I told Firefox to show me the source code.  There was so much code that the scroll bar’s scrubber shrank into a virtual singularity and it was actually a little difficult to grab with the cursor.  I copied the code into Word, asked for a word count, and got this:

That’s 352 pages of code and no visible content.  Holy crap.

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark

Topeka = Google, St. Joe = Free Porn

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

Everyone’s already all over Topeka’s stunningly retarded decision to call themselves “Google” for a month in a bid to get the search company’s attention and become a test community for its new one-gig fiber broadband rollout.

My buddy over at Keep St. Joe Weird had a couple of suggestions for my dumb town via the Twitter:

keepstjoeweird RT @gregglynnonkjo If Topeka, KS can change their name to “Google, KS” we oughta change our name to Twitter (or free porn)

Echo Chamber:

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • Slashdot
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Tumblr
  • Twitter
  • Fark