Throbbing headache; helped only slightly by having had a nap. Described it elsewhere as a pounding headache, but that was before I realized that the pounding was coming from a car stereo around the f'ing corner on Fulton Ave that was apparently parked there for twenty or thirty minutes. I didn't know CDs "skipped" the way LPs do, but it was the same two-measure thump-pattern with the same two-measure hi-hat riff on top of it (I could hear the bronze when I went onto my back porch to figure out where the sound was coming from) for the entire time. And as far as I can tell, the woofer was torn. Idiots.
I had such big plans for the day. Unfortunately, they involved my feeling well enough to load up the car and drive.
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If not, I'm sure another nice lady and I could buy you a be-bee gun ;-)
The idiots deserve it.
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The loudest offenders are usually in moving cars (not counting the motionless period at the red light), so it's hard to tell the police where to intercept them. Now if I could get them to put an officer across the street with a SPL meter for a few hours some evening to pull over the worst offenders and write tickets (and to catch trucks on Lombard St. after 19:00, a posted no-no), that might have some educational value.
The phrase "be-bee gun" has me thinking of a transmogrifier ray that turns its target into a bumblebee.
I want an EMP generator that'll fry their electronics. No ballistics to trace if they figure out what happened (I just need to keep it switched off while they're looking for it). Projectiles are tempting tempting tempting but I fear arrest.
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