Category: Poll

  • Poll: Homeowners’ Associations

    We’re currently renting a nice house in an upper middle class neighborhood.

    The landscaping around the house annoys me somewhat, because there is a section of grass in the front near the street and a larger section of grass in the backyard. We’re in a desert. Of course, there are rules from the HOA telling us how often we have to water the grass to maintain the appropriate level of green.

    So, we’ve been watering the bare minimum that we can get away with.

    There are also a number of trees and flowering shrubs in front, along the sides of the house, and in the backyard. These are desert-adapted plants. That makes me happy.

    Last week, we received a notice from the HOA.

    This is a planned community created and governed by deed restrictions. The purpose is to ensure that your neighborhood continues as a well-maintained community with enhanced property values.

    The following non-compliance issue with respect to your property was noted:

    It has been reported that bushes are missing. Please install additional landscaping in your front yard pursuant to the Design Guidelines or approved landscape submittal. (emphasis as received)

    Bushes are missing? I would love to know how many we are supposed to have. And how they counted. The large number of flowering shrubs between our driveway and the home to the west are firmly on our side of the boundary. There are many additional shrubs directly in front of the house and in the yard to the east. (And I am super curious about all the homes on the street that have fewer shrubberies than do we. Indeed, some have none at all, and only a couple cactus or century plants. Did they all receive notices?)

    Well, we’re renting. The only time this becomes my problem is when the landlord has people all over my space to install more shrubs. That aren’t needed. That I am then responsible for watering.

     

    So, tonight’s poll: HOAs. Do you have one? Would you ever own a home where there is one? Would you be the neighbor who tattles when someone’s grass is 1/4″ too tall? Or walk around counting shrubs?

    Discuss!

  • Dark Humor

    DARK HUMOR

     

    As an adult I always had a dark sense of humor. This wasn’t a problem because I was a Marine Corps Artilleryman and we were all pretty twisted. The first time I got any strange looks, I had changed jobs from Artillery over to Communications. During our “Welcome back to civilization” brief after an Afghanistan deployment, the safe driving instructor told us a story of a young woman texting her boyfriend while driving. She ended up dying in the bottom of a drainage ditch. Her last text was “Where u at?”. I said maybe he answered that he was in the ditch. I thought that was funny, but apparently no one else did. I told my wife this story, still chuckling over my own cleverness, she shook her head and gave me the stink eye.

    I actually have one of these.

    Fast forward 7 years, I’m watching Amazon’s Patriot with my wife and laughing my ass off when he pushes a coworker in front of a truck for the second time because the poor bastard was starting to recover his memory about the first time. If you haven’t seen Patriot, and your humor is dark, I can’t recommend it highly enough. Anyway, my wife turns to me and starts going off. “What’s wrong with you, how is this funny?” “Too dark!” So I asked her about the movie we watched the prior weekend, UHF. She said that one was “GIRII GIRII,” Japanese for right on the edge. I was a little surprised by this, she had never complained about my humor being too dark before. After a lot of my jokes, she would tell me that was wrong, but she would still be laughing. Somehow Patriot crossed a line.

    I prefer dark humor to toilet humor. Robin Williams screaming that he is “Rainbow-Fucking-Randolph” is funnier to me than anything I’ve ever seen in a Jim Carrey movie. Or Snatch, when Cousin Avi kills Tony while trying to shoot the dog, funnier than “The price is wrong bitch”.

    How did I get this way?

     

    I blame Dr. Demento, a weekly radio show that played weird and funny songs. I used to listen to it every Sunday night on my little transistor radio under my pillow.

    It started innocuously enough: Wet Dream

    One of my all-time favorites: The Scotsman

    Little darker: Dead Puppies

    My intro to Tom Lehrer: Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

    Weird Al: You Don’t Love Me Anymore

    More Tom Lehrer: Masochism Tango

    All of these are GIRI GIRI to my wife, funny and really close to the line, but not quite over.

    My wife says this one is over the line, but it did the impossible, made a pedo clown funny: Kinko the Clown

    Even now just singing it to myself puts a smile on my face.

    I have learned and don’t make as many jokes in front of people as I used to. I did piss my Sister-in-Law off once: she is an awesome lady, but she got my redneck truck driving brother to walk in the https://www.walkamileinhershoes.org/challenge. We were talking about that while drinking beer and got on the topic of wife beatings. I told two of my favorite jokes:

    What does a woman do when she gets home from the Woman’s Shelter?

    The dishes if she’s smart.

    And…

    What do you say to a woman with two black eyes?

    Nothing, someone already told her twice.

    She knows I love her and if someone was beating a woman I cared about, it would be a bad day for that son of a bitch, but holy shit, she was mad. She didn’t yell, but you could tell. No long term harm but my wife was flabbergasted that I would tell those jokes in public. I figure that because I don’t beat my wife and I have a very dim view of those who do, there is no reason to be offended by my telling the jokes. If I had beat my wife, and then told those jokes, I could understand the anger.

    I will close with my all-time favorite example.

    My wife really hates that one, but I have listened to it many hundreds of times and I still laugh every time.  It starts sounding like a love song, every line adds a little more of a twist until you realize the truth.

    Usually YouTube comments are a dumpster fire, but this one was perfect:

    Edgar Allan shakespeare 2 years ago

    I wish I could forget this song so that I can experience listening to it for the first time again.

    I don’t think I’ve been offended by a joke since I was 13, and most if not all of the Glibs seem about the same, so let me know your favorite things that are not appropriate for normal people.

  • Poll: Yardwork

    Well, here in Upscale-Yet-Not-1%-Ville the yardwork gets started at the ridiculous hour of 0600, 7 days a week. It doesn’t help that there is a golf course directly behind our place. I am most decidedly NOT a morning person, as we have firmly established in the past.

    But, putting aside my sleep-deprivation-induced surliness for a moment, I’ve noticed something in addition to the early start hour of the $#&king leaf blowers. No matter what kind of landscaping is involved, each household in our neighborhood has a landscaping/yard maintenance service to handle the chores.

    Except us.

    Saturday morning finds OMWC out bright and early to use our little old-fashioned reel lawn mower on our minuscule patch of lawn before the day starts getting too unbearably hot.

    (If it were up to me, we wouldn’t have a lawn at all; a rant for another time.)

    So, tonight’s poll question: if you have landscaping or a yard to maintain, do you DIY, do you have your orphans handle it, or do you pay Pud Paisley’s company (or equivalent) to take care of it for you?

  • Poll: SP is back and she has a question

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    So, since relocating to Phoenix, I’ve been focused on different weather events than previously while living in the Midwest. There it was tornadoes, and blizzards, and ice storms. Here? Heat and humidity (and lack thereof).

    We’ve had many beautiful, perhaps even perfect, days and evenings. 75F, 15% RH, light breeze, big fluffy clouds floating around during the afternoon; 55F, 30% RH, still, dark nights with a zillion stars visible overhead.

    If it were like this year round, I’d be a happy camper.*

    That is completely subjective, of course.

    WebDom and my MIL: “That’s so cold!”

    OMWC and the Big White Dog: “It’s so hot!”

    So, I’m curious to hear what weather conditions the Glibertariat prefer. How about it?

     


     

    *But, sadly, it was 91F today (with air quality alerts) and expected to be 100F tomorrow.
     

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  • Poll: Moving vs. Relocating

    Good evening, Glibs!

    I’m still here. We’re running into all kinds of weather-related problems that are seriously messing with our timing…and everything else. Hard enough to do this relocation thing anytime. How to make it even more challenging? Let’s bring on snowstorm after snowstorm! We barely dig out of one and the next one hits. And the temperature keeps dropping.

    Poor OMWC has been having to go out (over and over) to drop off donated items and acquire more boxes…and packing paper…and tape…and bubble wrap (and not because I’m popping it all, I swear). Since we have a large roll-off container taking up the entire driveway (the image on the site front page is our actual front yard this morning), and there is no street parking in our neighborhood, this entails hiking through the snow drifts up to a neighborhood park’s parking lot, digging the car out of where it’s been plowed in, and finally bringing the car to the house to load, carrying everything down our snowy, icy, sloping driveway. Gee, I don’t know why he has bruises the size of a dinner plate. (It wasn’t me, Officer!)

    One of the biggest concerns? Yep, that’s going to be loading and moving the wine in subzero temps next week. Oh, yeah, and loading and moving everything else we own, too…although that’s the problem of the big moving company with a very similar name to an airline. As of right now, they don’t plan on postponing.

    So, tonight’s question.

    How many times have you moved residences as an adult? How many times have you relocated?

    I don’t ever seem to just move. I always relocate. This will be cross country relocation number nine. I don’t mind telling you, I’m a little sick of it.

     

    Your turn!

     

     

  • Employment Survey 2019

    Back in January 2018, we did a survey of the work life of the Glibertariat.

    Well, we have many new members since then, and many people who have changed jobs, careers, or directions in life. So,  I thought we were due for an update.

    Since then, I’ve formed a new boutique agency with Web Dom. With our combined education and experience, and employing a couple contractors, we are able to provide website design services, digital marketing services (including copywriting, and social media/email marketing management), coaching and management for online businesses, and a few other services that are not our core offerings. With my plan to re-enter healthcare being stymied by a zillion things–now also including a cross-country relocation, this agency and my ongoing product photography work will consume most of my professional life for the foreseeable future.

    How about you? What are you up to work-wise in 2019?

     

     

  • Poll: Spy Devices in Your Home

    My 84-year-old dad, with whom I am very close, has severe tinnitus. It’s lately become so bad that he’s stopped using phones. He just gets so frustrated and annoyed that he can’t hear.

    Since Dad also refuses to use email the last couple years, and I’m now moving very far away from him, which will limit in-person visits, I called my stepmom and asked if she had ideas about how to stay in touch with him, besides old-fashioned letter writing (which he doesn’t do). She thought maybe she could get him to use Skype or similar, under protest, but since I’m The Favorite he might do it to talk to me.

    When relating this conversation over encrypted chat to Web Dom (who has just moved 10 miles from my Dad, lucky girl), she mentioned that my crazy sister (the California crazy sister, not the New York crazy sister) wanted to send Dad a Facebook Portal for Christmas, but Dad nixed that idea because he hates everything FB stands for, doesn’t want to make an account, and, shut it down with, “Enough of that happy horseshit, I WILL NEVER USE THAT DAMN SPY DEVICE!”

    That all sounds just like Dad. The shocking part came in the next sentence out of Web Dom’s fingertips: Well, the rest of the family uses it.

    Me: What do you mean by “rest of the family?”

    Web Dom: Your favorite Aunt, your favorite brother, your crazy sisters….

    The list went on and on.

    Me: Back up. My favorite GOVERNMENT-SPYING-IS-ILLEGAL-AND-COPS-SHOULDN’T-HAVE-DRONES brother is using FB Portal?

    Apparently so. Indeed, not only that, but he apparently also has another Alexa digital assistant device in his home.

    WTF!?

    So, who needs to perform illegal searches and wiretaps nowadays? We are voluntarily giving access to random hackable- and subpoenable-entities to view everything in our homes, know every contact we make, know how long and to whom we speak, hear all our conversations, know every item we purchase.

    I find this absolutely chilling.

    So, this week’s question. Do you, would you, have a Facebook Portal in your home and/or office?

    You probably know my answer.

  • Poll: New Year Resolutions?

    I have an unexpected dinner guest arriving imminently for whom “family rules” don’t apply. So instead of expounding on the topic, I’m crisis cleaning. But you can still play!

     

    Do you make New Year Resolutions?

    If so, care to share it here?

     

    Don’t have too much fun without me! Happy New Year, my dear Glibs!