I Am Weirded Out Today... because..
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Hmmmm nothing yet but the day is young.It takes alot to weird out a weirdo anyway.........
The wife wants me to do some plumbing work today. Me and plumbing live by Murphy's Law.
Same here with shower drain clog-- Watched You Tube/ bought the snake thingy--- like sure- that isn't going to happen the way they showed it!!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Oh oh - sounds like a job for Roto Rooter!Same here with shower drain clog-- Watched You Tube/ bought the snake thingy--- like sure- that isn't going to happen the way they showed it!!
Have you tried a plunger?Sometimes that works best,just keep plunging and the suction eventually clears even tough clogs..Same here with shower drain clog-- Watched You Tube/ bought the snake thingy--- like sure- that isn't going to happen the way they showed it!!
Got the clog out/ tried plunger- drain cleaner-- all a no go. Manufactured home so plumbing is a real joke. Took the grate plate off only to find a nice pipe with an metal "X" brace across the pipe down about 2 inches- Go figure that design. Managed to bend the auger tip enough to get through one of the spaces.
We got mail today. It was very weird. I was having coffee and I saw the mailman and got all panicky like I had my days wrong. But then I realized I was watching CBS Sunday morning. But it happened - junk mail on a Sunday. Very weird.
I hope it wasn't creepy weird, nottie.
I hope it wasn't creepy weird, nottie.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
We don't even get home delivery anymore! (especially not on a Saturday or a Sunday).
Our local member of parliament called us up to ask if we had trouble getting to the 'super' mailbox at the corner, but I had to be honest and say no.
I guess if you have any kind of physical disability they can arrange to get your mail delivered to your home again.
All this talk about Sunday mail is weirding me out - am I missing something? Thought they were considering doing away with mail on Saturdays, and there are places that get mail even on Sundays? I am possibly more confused than weirded out. 
I was born weirded out. What to most people is the Twilight Zone is to me simple everyday reality. UFOs, space aliens, ghosts, Bigfoot, sea monsters, and fairies do not seem that weird to me. I mean, why the hell not?
Now, because I just had two large flat-whites and two slices of vanilla slice with whipped cream at the coffee shop and feel a bit hyper.
True story, happened just last night:
I was out walking my dog Miska last night very late, nearly 1:00 A.M. on our dark street. I heard a strange sort of shuffling noise coming from the neighbor's house across the street, not mechanical but more organic, almost wet-sounding. It nearly had a discernible repetitive pattern to it, but when I thought I could predict it, it would change a little. Weird. I thought it might be the wind pushing through something that I couldn't see, but it was dark and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, so I moved on.
At the top of the hill I turned around and headed back to my house as usual. As I got closer to my neighbor's house, my dog started to growl, dug in her feet and stared at the house. I could no longer hear the shuffling noise but I peered into the shadows of the porch because I was curious about what was bothering the dog. After a moment my eyes adjusted and I could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a person sitting on the porch. These neighbors are not night owls, in fact their house is always dark by 9:00 PM, so I was surprised that someone would be sitting on their porch at this late hour. I felt rude to be staring so I called out "Hello," but I could hear a bit of nervousness in my voice, it sounded more like a timid "...hello?"
I saw the figure move slightly as if I had disturbed....him? Her? It? Then I heard a long, scratchy inward drawing of breath, making a vocal scraping sound, like a prolonged death rattle. In truth, in the darkness it sounded quite monstrous and the hairs on my neck began to climb. My dog's growl turned into barking and she began straining at the leash.
Did I stick around to see what it was? No, I did not.
Today during the daylight, I walked my dog up the same street. I saw another neighbor (next door to the house in question), I asked him if he heard any weird noises the night before. He said no. I was too embarrassed to tell him about the creepy shadow and the rattly breath I'd heard, so I lied a little. I said "I saw Ted on the porch last night but he didn't seem like he wanted to talk. He sounded like he had asthma or something."
Neighbor looks confused. "Ted and his wife are on vacation, there's no one in that house."
I'm a little afraid to walk the dog tonight.
I was out walking my dog Miska last night very late, nearly 1:00 A.M. on our dark street. I heard a strange sort of shuffling noise coming from the neighbor's house across the street, not mechanical but more organic, almost wet-sounding. It nearly had a discernible repetitive pattern to it, but when I thought I could predict it, it would change a little. Weird. I thought it might be the wind pushing through something that I couldn't see, but it was dark and I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, so I moved on.
At the top of the hill I turned around and headed back to my house as usual. As I got closer to my neighbor's house, my dog started to growl, dug in her feet and stared at the house. I could no longer hear the shuffling noise but I peered into the shadows of the porch because I was curious about what was bothering the dog. After a moment my eyes adjusted and I could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a person sitting on the porch. These neighbors are not night owls, in fact their house is always dark by 9:00 PM, so I was surprised that someone would be sitting on their porch at this late hour. I felt rude to be staring so I called out "Hello," but I could hear a bit of nervousness in my voice, it sounded more like a timid "...hello?"
I saw the figure move slightly as if I had disturbed....him? Her? It? Then I heard a long, scratchy inward drawing of breath, making a vocal scraping sound, like a prolonged death rattle. In truth, in the darkness it sounded quite monstrous and the hairs on my neck began to climb. My dog's growl turned into barking and she began straining at the leash.
Did I stick around to see what it was? No, I did not.
Today during the daylight, I walked my dog up the same street. I saw another neighbor (next door to the house in question), I asked him if he heard any weird noises the night before. He said no. I was too embarrassed to tell him about the creepy shadow and the rattly breath I'd heard, so I lied a little. I said "I saw Ted on the porch last night but he didn't seem like he wanted to talk. He sounded like he had asthma or something."
Neighbor looks confused. "Ted and his wife are on vacation, there's no one in that house."
I'm a little afraid to walk the dog tonight.
Me and home repairs. If it involves mechanic aptitude, it's one-third of the ultimate cost to call in someone else - because if I try it, I'm going to spend the cost of materials and my productive time to fix it, and then we call the professional who has to tear all that incompetent crap out and do it right.
Anyway.
We've had a really good weekend. We had a nice, restful Friday evening, a trip to the Big City on Saturday to see a Tony-award-winning show, and a dinner, and then today, which was full of productive time, including a nap which yes! is productive....
And it's been so nice that I'm actually looking forward to the workday tomorrow to bring regular life back into focus.
You may not think that's weird, but it is to me.
What are you building? A tree house? If you make significant changes to your house a nosy neighbor might dob you in. Make sure you wear safety glasses. Look what happened to the Australian golfer, Greg Norman. He was using a chain saw doing something on his property which I think I heard was in Florida, and something happened and he sliced off half his hand.