I recently posted a blog entry about a man who sent a drawing of a spider as payment. Well, one of my readers commented on that entry and mentioned that he sold that drawing on eBay for $10,000.00!
How ridiculous is that?!
Don’t you wish you could stumble upon a wonderful internet meme and then turn around and make $10k with it? I sure do! Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen!
Someone at work sparked this to me and I then passed it around the office because, not only is it hilarious, but it’s shear genius! It’s long, but very much worth the read!
Told you it was hilarious! Came from Geekologie.com
Apparently during the opening ceremony at the Beijing Olympics you can catch a glimpse of the blue screen of death. He He!
When my husband, son and I lived in North Carolina we lived in a house and enjoyed our freedom to pretty much do whatever we liked. We especially enjoyed the privilege of not having to deal with the sounds of rude neighbors, accusations of breaking doors, etc.
We knew that when we moved and sold our house, since it was going to be such a long distance we would have to move into an apartment and sign a 1 year lease since we were unable to house shop productively from 700 miles away. That was fine with me. I mean, we live in a very nice apartment with in a great subdivision in a very nice area. We’ve made this our home until we buy another house.
The cons — last night between 10:30 pm and 11:00 my husband and I were in bed attempting to sleep. Yes, I know! Who goes to bed at 10:30? Well, I do and on occasion so does my husband. I am a tired person and I value my sleep and I am not a party animal when I know that I have to work the next day. Sorry to be a responsible adult. So, getting back to it, as we were lying in bed trying to sleep and getting nearly close; for some reason, the chick that lives above us decides to re-decorate her bedroom or something really late at night. That’s when we start hearing banging. And not the “that’s what she said” type of banging. A banging that occurs when someone is either nailing into a wall or hammering furniture together. Regardless, it was loud and it got on my nerves. The first session lasted about 20 seconds and was about 20 seconds too long. I just let it go and figured it was a one time thing. A few moments later, here she goes again. At this point I run to our laundry room and grab the broom with complete intentions on banging on the ceiling. By the time I got back to our room it had stopped. Since I do have a conscience, I didn’t bang on the ceiling. I stood there and waiting for it to happen again but it didn’t. I then put the broom back and got comfortable in our bed with my comfy down comforter and “banket”. No more than five minutes later, *bang*, *bang*, *bang*. Grr! I ran and grabbed the broom again and this time I was going to make it known I didn’t want to hear it anymore. I hit the ceiling in as many places I could and as hard as I could lasting about 10 seconds. I put the broom back and went back to bed… again. It happened again, but this time I just lied there knowing that I know they heard my response and thought they were just being spitefull. That was the last time.
This seems like an incredibly old woman thing to do, but I wouldn’t have done it if they hadn’t started banging on the floor when my husband and I had just moved in and were putting furniture together in the living room around 8 o’clock at night. We realized they didn’t like the sound of our hammers putting together our newly purchased IKEA furniture. So, we got a towel and put it between the hammer and the furniture, muffling the noise, thus not being able to hear it anymore. Genius!
Not only that, but when we moved in we were also accused of breaking the security door. It was brought to our attention that the “witnesses” stated, “They were propping the door open and that’s what broke it”. Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t doors meant to be opened? Even if for an extended period of time? Not only that, but the door was broken before we got there.
The butchy woman that lives across the hall from us has made some extremely rude comments along the lines of, “*Strong sigh* They broke the door again!”. Dude! Nope, sorry.
We’ve even been harassed by one of the managers of the complex accusing us of breaking the door and had a very nasty tone on the phone when I spoke to her after she left a voicemail on my BlackBerry. I let her know I didn’t appreciate the accusations and the tone. Ironically, her name is Carla too. *facepalm*
All in all, I can’t wait to buy another house. I will not miss the drama associated with close quarters living.
Moral of the story, keep to yourself as much as possible because everyone else will manage to make themselves look like fools. This applies with most things in life.
