APIAD wrote:

Cant you keep the canned bread stockpiled?  Plus if you are going to have to live off of rations Id buy tastier rations.

Canned bread can survive a nuclear holocaust.

Sandy has given us a lot of wind but not a lot of rain so far. It really wasn't even that windy until about an hour ago. My stupid f___ing neighbors didn't take in their Halloween decorations, which are now blowing around the neighborhood.

Still alive Artie?  Sounds like it has gotten bad.

I had forgotten the tale of poor Raggot.

What did the brown gerbil say to the white gerbil?
You must be new here.

"Man... maybe I'm missing something with these hurricanes...."

You're not missing anything.

"I am kinda amazed that people die in hurricanes that come with a 7 day notice"

You're giving people too much credit for intelligence. This is a sample from the police log in my local paper from Monday. These people were warned there was a storm coming. And we got only a glancing blow from a category 1 hurricane. I can't imagine what the people in New Jersey went through, or even worse what the people in Gulf Coastwent through with Katrina, which I think was a cat 3 or cat 4 when it made landfall.

1:08 p.m. Officers moved people off rocks and back from seawall on Surf Street. Yellow tape was put up to keep people back. They had to speak to the same people a few minutes later.

3:08 p.m. Police received several calls about a windsurfer in trouble on Marblehead Harbor. He was able to move along out of the water and was checked out.

6:01 p.m. Caller reported boat in distress trying to head towards the mouth of Salem Harbor. Salem harbormaster notified. Marblehead harbormaster reported having spoken to the man at length and having advised him not to go out, but man went anyway. Marblehead harbormaster planned to speak to man upon his return to Village Street.

APIAD wrote:

Glad ya made it Artie

Appreciate your concern for my safety, but for the record I was NOT the guy who was trying to make it out of the harbor in a dinghy during the height of the storm.

Max wrote:

Tree on the house?  Sorry to hear about that.  Does that mean a ruined house?  Hopefully the people are OK.

They got really lucky, Max. The only damage was to the siding, where the wires that were pulled down were attached.
These are the neighbors who live in their condo in Boston during the week, and come to their "cottage" in Marblehead during weekends.

APIAD wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

Max wrote:

Tree on the house?  Sorry to hear about that.  Does that mean a ruined house?  Hopefully the people are OK.

They got really lucky, Max. The only damage was to the siding, where the wires that were pulled down were attached.
These are the neighbors who live in their condo in Boston during the week, and come to their "cottage" in Marblehead during weekends.

And they are the ones you like?

They're not around enough to be bothersome, and when they are around they're quiet.
It's the twits next to them I can't stand. Three kids between ages 9 and 5, usually unsupervised, each one more annoying than the last. For some reason, my wife let them use the basketball hoop in front of our house. I'm in the living room reading one day, and I hear: swish ... thud ... swish ... thud ... swish ... thud. The middle kid is shooting hoops with my wife's car parked about five feet away and the ball is bouncing off the hood. I grab her keys, run outside to move the car. "Hold on, Liam, let me move Sheryl's car ..." I get in the car to move it and the kid shoots the ball again ... swish ... thud.
I felt like running the kid over.

APIAD wrote:

artie_fufkin wrote:

APIAD wrote:

And they are the ones you like?

They're not around enough to be bothersome, and when they are around they're quiet.
It's the twits next to them I can't stand. Three kids between ages 9 and 5, usually unsupervised, each one more annoying than the last. For some reason, my wife let them use the basketball hoop in front of our house. I'm in the living room reading one day, and I hear: swish ... thud ... swish ... thud ... swish ... thud. The middle kid is shooting hoops with my wife's car parked about five feet away and the ball is bouncing off the hood. I grab her keys, run outside to move the car. "Hold on, Liam, let me move Sheryl's car ..." I get in the car to move it and the kid shoots the ball again ... swish ... thud.
I felt like running the kid over.

I hate kids to.

I don't mind kids, but I don't like kids who inundate themselves on the entire neighborhood because their parents are never home and the nanny is usually too engrossed in the cell phone conversation she seems to always be having. The dad is actually OK. At least he tries. The mom is just hapless.

Worst neighbor story I have. I was hanging at a buddies house when the neighbors (hubby/wifey) came over dancing for joy because the wife was pregnant, and it was a miracle because hubby had a vascectomy, and was sterile.

I still remember the constipated look on my friends face, and knew mine was a mirror of red-face restraint trying not to say any of the 40,000 questions that immediately hit my mind.. "Shouldn't say anything, must speak, shouldn't open mouth, can't help it, has to be said, no don't say it."

We maintained silence somehow, and he moved before we ever heard the end of the story. Was it the 99.999% wife cheated possibility? Or was that guy one of the miracle shooters that had a pipe somehow reconnect, or a 3rd pipe (bit of a mutation, but possible, and often missed. Odds are still well worse than 1/10000).

As far as non-violent horrible stories about neighbors, that was up there.