Mood:  d'oh
Topic: WTF
I come home today (in my car) to hear (neenoneenoneeno) my sign alarm going off. My neighbor yells at me as I'm pulling in my driveway, "I'm going to sue your white ass for noise pollution." Turns out the alarm had been going off for at least a half hour. Some bicycle police came by shortly later. They had gotten a call. Sounded like a fire alarm. I've got to unwind the tension in the wire a bit, now that it's gotten cooler.
I voted today.

Classy Neighbors
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: WTF
I'm all for political expression, obviously. But I do have a little obsessive/compulsive problem with protecting my free speech in the form of this little Kerry/Edwards sign. I'm one of the first to admit, (my wife being the very first) that I can go a little overboard with my passions. But please, sign displayers, have a little class. An example of non-classy sign behavior is stealing a sign. Another example is displaying too many of the same signs. This is a case that just happens to be a Pro-Bush/Dick display of too many signs: Two identical signs on each edge of the property line. One sign in the front door. And one gigantic 4x6 foot sign screwed to the front of the otherwise tasteful bungalow on Milwaukee's east side. That's an overpowering 54 square feet of redundant political signage. This kind of sign behavior is aggressive, provocative and distasteful. I'm sure there is a zoning law that this is in violation of. Does anybody know of one? 414 286 8210 (Milwaukee Permits, Signs)

Ringing Doorbell
Mood:  surprised
Topic: WTF
So, I'm sleeping.
And the doorbell rings. It's 12:30 in the morning. I'm not answering that. 20 seconds later, rings again.
I slip on my wife's terry red robe and slither out to the dining room. Peering through the foyer and through the beveled glass. Nobody at the front door. Check the west side. Nope. Scurry sideways to the front windows. Starting at the bottom louver of the blinds, I'm peeking out.
Yep, there's the guy. African American, 5'8", scruffy goatee, dark ball cap, white satin-like shirt with black snaps on the front out on the side walk looking at the house.
I watched him leave and walk north, cross the street, and disappear into somebody else's front yard. Needless to say, every little creak and movement from my wife and baby was heard, and perceived to be the initial stages of the home invasion. I need a nap.