I think I’m having some kind of allergic reaction. I can’t pinpoint the source, but some weird shit’s going on. It feels like I have a swarm of bugs under my skin, especially on my arms, and I’m getting kinda rashy. Not a fan.
As far as I know, I don’t have any major allergies. Except for so-called hay fever, every year at this time… And, right on schedule, I’ve been sneezing and hacking and yelling. But I can’t remember ever having this crawling bugs thing before.
It’s been nice knowing you guys.
You know what’s a great album that gets overlooked, and is under-appreciated? This one. It’s overshadowed by the band’s earlier, more raucous affairs. And it came after their only not-so-great record.
But it’s freaking fantastic. Every song is good, and I’ve been listening to it a lot lately.
Just thought you should know.
Everybody was raving about Saturday’s weather here, but it was a little too hot for my liking. And on Sunday it turned humid, to close out the category. As humid as the dark side of a scrotum.
And on Saturday we went for a Chinee lunch, walked around the state park for an hour or so, went to Manning’s Farm for ice cream (so fresh you can smell the shit of the cows that produced it!), worked in the yard (blecch), took Andy for a long walk, had some Bell’s Pale Ale (mildly disappointing), and became one with a couch.
It was a good, stress-free day. Just way too hot. I’ve said it before, many times, but this is how I rank the seasons:
1. Fall
2. Spring
3. Winter
4. Summer
Saturday and Sunday were strictly number 4. And Q-Tip should come out with a crack swab. They really should. Shit.
I need to be a little vague here, but there’s a house in our neighborhood where some bad stuff has happened recently. Two shocking deaths, in fact, neither because of natural causes. And that’s all I want to say about that.
While we were out with Black Lips Houlihan on Saturday, Toney asked if I’d ever live in a murder house. The one in our neighborhood isn’t a murder house, just to be clear, but it did inspire the question.
My answer: it would depend on the circumstances. If it was just two drunken hillbillies who got into a homicidal argument about tin foil or auto parts or something, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But if there was creepiness involved, I probably would. Like torture or sadness or a freaky-deaky backstory.
Also: suicides. I’d most likely have a problem with that, and worry that the house itself drove the person to commit the act.
What about you? Would you buy and live in a murder house, if you got a good deal on it? Or does it depend, like me? What do you think? Use the comments link, to share your thoughts on this subject.
Also, if you want to tell us about your weekend, and/or rank the season, that’ll be cool too.
And I’m forced to cut this one a little short, my friends. I’ll be back tomorrow though, unless, of course, the bugs rally.
Have a great day!
If you feel inclined to complain about the weather, be grateful you don’t live in the wet ball sack of the nation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjnklAMt-_c&feature=player_embedded
Never lived in a death house that I knew of. My boss lives in a suicide house, but I have to think that his man cave in the basement with a 52 inch big ass TV totally overcomes the death mojo.
Not a death house, or anything, but my friend used to live in the Matt Dillon apartment in Seattle from the movie “Singles.” Mayybe is was just a career suicide abode. (just kidding…good movie, great actor).
And after tonight, dealing with bitchy wife and kids…I may very possibly be living in an apartment that is going to be the site of an upcoming triple homicide and then suicide. Grrrrr…yes, it has been one of those days! 😉
Grew up in a suicide house. The guy was a parapeligic (sic) who went next door to the sweet old lady to “borrow” a dry cleaning plastic bag. He went into the master bedroom, popped his head in and off he went.
My Dad was the coroner on the case. Called the real estate agent the next day who was more than glad to unload this one fast.
The sweet lady next door always felt bad.
My parents used to scare us by saying the mysterious light on the wall in their bedroom was his ghost and we had to be good . . . . . .
Spring
Fall
Winter
Summer
Growing up our front door was about 15 feet from several graves. A one lane dirt road separated the house from the cemetery. Don’t think I’d be bothered by murder/suicide house but my 6 year old sees ghosts so he might be.
If a hillbilly shoots another hillbilly for wearing a tin foil hat…I’m sure that in hillbilly land it would be safe to say it would be viewed as “justifiable shootin'” and therefore the house would be clean of weirdness. Tin foil on all the window or plastic bags covering the windows is not grounds for shootin’.
a house 2 down from my parents had a guy living there that killed a girl friend of his. he didn’t kill her there. then after the people who lived there moved out a guy lived there, won the lottery, and then killed himself.
i would not live there.
I once lived in converted Victorian hospital in rural upstate New York. Story was that back in the day a local ruffian was stabbed in a violent bar fight. He managed to crawl to the hospital, only to die in the foyer. So, it was a murder house, of sorts. Actually, given Victorian medical practices I suppose the place was a death house in general. Any problems with ghosts? No, but I suspect the other tenant who rented out the first floor unit effectively drove out any spirits with his near constant playing of Rod Stewart songs at teeth-shattering volumes.
A few years later I moved into a quaint little mid-century cape cod that was haunted to the core yet had no murder stories attached to it. So to recap, backwoods Victorian hospital: spirit-free since 1841. Bucolic 1948 cape cod: the fucking Amityville Horror. Word of advice, if you’re buying a home and the previous homeowners toss you the keys, advise you not to go down in the basement alone, and then high five each other as they peel out of the driveway, either find yourself a priest or get thee a good insurance policy and a piss poor electrician.
“This is L. H. Puttgrass signing off and heading for the tub!”
I live in a building that housed illegal gambling and prostitution back in the 20’s and 30’s. I can only imagine the things that must have gone on right where I sit. Several of the walls and doors are slightly askew. As the story goes, and this is well documented in various books about Joplin’s history, a group of organized crime fellows, reportedly from Chicago, detonated a bomb that blew off the front portion of the building. Never experienced any weirdness though – other than what I create.
kirsten-Not sure how Bell’s distribute different brands. But they have a map.
http://www.bellsbeer.com/distributor.html
Figure out which county yer bud lives in and call the distributor to make sure they keep some back for you.
I would not want to live in a murder house either.
There is a house that will soon be sold in the St. Louis area that is a murder house. The mom and 2 sons were found murdered a year ago. The dad is in prison charged with the murder. Creepy stuff.
WB – that’s a pretty cool map. So my friends live in Susquehanna, about 40 min. north of Scranton. The closest distributor is about an hour south of Scranton. So it seems that both they and Jeff are in a little pocket of no Bell’s distribution.
So, I guess I will be loading up the car with some Bells after all. Which is OK, because I will be bringing cases of Yuengling back with me when I go back home!
I enjoy them like this:
1. Fall
2. Summer
3. Spring
4. Winter
I don’t mind summer days that are warm and breezy, good enough for tanks and jeans, but I hate those days where you walk outside and immediately get third degree burns and can’t breath.
I can’t say that I’ve ever lived in a haunted house, or had a house in my neighborhood that was the scene for a crime or a suicide. But, when I was little, a girl and I used to be convinced that the infamous ‘Bloody Mary’ lived in the house on the corner. Word got around and it soon became a hot spot for little kids to peek in the windows and harrass the poor old woman that was living there for years.
My dad is a contractor so we’ve lived in a million different houses in my life, and we had to live in one temporarily while my dad was building another house for us to move in to, and supposedly some old lady died in it. In my bedroom of course. Occasionally I would think that she was haunting my bedroom, but I’m pretty sure I was imagine it. But other than not getting good water pressure, I never saw any ghosts unfortunately.
Jorge, you would hate to live in our house then, we are cat owners and hippies. But not the vegan, tree hugger hippies, just the kind of hippies who throughly love good music and drove across the country to attend jam band music festival.
And I too, live in a 103 year old house. At night I swear I hear someone running around and coming up the stairs, but I’ve learned to tune it out. Old houses make noises, and that’s all there is to it. If there WAS a ghost in my house, I’d probably investigate it, or call Paranormal State and get 15 minute of fame (or shame?) on A&E.
Does anyone watch Supernatural? Best show on WGN right now.
By the way, ‘cat houses’ are only gross if the owner doesn’t care of the animals. I keep up on our cats shit box…
But I’ve been in to some people’s houses that have big mangy dogs that just completey over the house with ‘wet dog’ smell. Not everyone’s, but some. I hate that smell.
Forgot to rank the seasons:
Fall
Spring
Winter
Summer
Bikerchick: You forgot to add “Monsoon” to your list of Pittsburgh seasons.
I forgot the seasons:
Baseball Season, also known as grass mowing season.
Football Season, also known as snow shoveling season.
March Madness Season, also known as “fuck” yardwork is right around the corner season.
summer
spring
fall
winter
the only good thing about winter is that it mixes well with whiskey.
My Beer reccomendation- Dogfish Head “Aprihop”
Man it’s tasty, had some this weekend. All of their stuff is pretty good, IMO.
I live in Phoenix, so May through October are various degrees of hot. About 90 of those days are 100 degrees and above. Those are the “my electric bill is HOW MUCH?!?!” months.
So, I like November to April 🙂
Yeah..I have the same feeling about houses where people have commited suicide somehow influencing others to do the same. My late fiancee commited suicide in a friend’s cabin who later told me the previous owner had commited suicide in the same room and that once while he and his girlfriend were staying there she had grabbed a gun and put it to her own head with no warning and no prior suicidal tendencies. Luckily he was able to talk her down…but talk about bad vibes huh?
I live in a suicide house. I bought it for $9,000! One hell of a once in a lifetime deal. Guess what? No trouble. I was freaked out a little for the first week because I lived here alone, but nothing happened