Death Chic » neighbors

Living nextdoor to me…

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 21:07:00 +0000

…means that you probably have to pop a few more Xanax than the average person.

Have you ever wandered around your neighborhood after an election and thought to yourself, “I wish I had some use for all these leftover campaign signs.”

Well I don’t. I just pull ‘em out of the ground and stick ‘em on my neighbor’s lawn:

Please! Knock on my neighbor’s door at midnight to vote!

A south-facing view of their yard.

My, oh my! A fellow Libertarian? Well land sakes! Because you know that Barr-Root sign sure as hell wasn’t leftover from my yard.

…and one to grow on!

I must admit that I’m a little fearful of going to sleep tonight.

Why you shouldn’t make friends with bloggers

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 21:45:17 +0000

So we here at Matulich Manor have family friends who works for a Really Giant F-ing Athletic Shoe And Apparel Company. Last week this friend attended a corporate event at which attendees were asked to wear costumes. Apparently he decided that Rick James attire was in order. Did I mention that this event took place in Beaverton, Oregon?

Um, yeah. It would appear that our friend doesn’t have a particularly strong sense of self preservation.

…or a wife who shies away from forwarding photos. For this I am grateful since – if she had considered the ramifications of distributing this – she might have considered the possibility that it would end up on my blog and refrained from hitting “send”.

Just do it. Indeed.

You’ve Got Mail

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:47:08 +0000

Our neighborhood is a fair amount diverse. This means two things; the first is that liberal white university types with overdeveloped guilt complexes are moving here in mother-fucking droves.

The second is that being slipped my neighbor’s mail by mistake yields results that are way more fun than some dogawful J. Crew or Pottery Barn catalog:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run this nextdoor and check to see if the neighbors have my issue of Honky.