I'm a fan of freezing a can of old-school Barbasol. It takes like a full day to completely freeze. When it does, use a can opener on the bottom and set it inside the house. The room will slowly fill with shaving cream as the contents unfreeze and expand. Then there is the nightmare of infesting their house for them with crickets, ladybugs or the like. A few bags of crickets from a bait shop and they won't sleep until every last one of those fuckers is dead.
Am I the only one that gets annoyed when people basically change their backstory? A guy I grew up playing church basketball with just started blogging for a magazine, and his bio says he was raised "on a cattle farm along the lowcountry marsh." No motherfucker, you were raised in the city and went to private school, you are not a fucking farmer. And it's always someone trying to appear "more Southern" than their background would suggest.
If you know they're moving out in about 4 months anyhow, I'd either bear it, or take zzr's advice. Pursuing a vendetta agianst them may only make things worse. Except for the crickets. Most people know jack shit about bugs, and will have no idea you had anything to do with it. They'll only know a vengeful God has visited a plague upon them.
You can also put the bait shop crickets in the fridge for an hour. They'll get all still and quiet and they aren't noticed right away.
Get one of those motion sensor Halloween decorations that scream at you when you walk by. Put it in the corner of the scary basement when you shut their power off. With any luck, they'll die of a heart attack when they go down there to turn the power back on.
Post a link to the blog so we can all comment on it and call him out on it! Nothing better than trying to be someone you're not and getting called out by strangers on the internet.
I think you should wait until they go to sleep and then get a tube of liquid nails and glue their door shut.
So, like, if anyone here is ever involved with humanitarian aid missions, I have a piece of advice for you. If at all possible, avoid pulling medical recommendations out of your ass. For example, if you have no god damned idea what the elevation of Kathmandu is, you would do well avoid telling people that the altitude is so high that you don't have to worry about insects. Or if you think that Yellow Fever is found in Asia (because yellow = Asian, obviously), you could perhaps avoid suggesting that people about to travel there should be vaccinated against it. And if you don't know that Nepal does, in fact, have cholera... well, I think you know where I'm going with this.
What are you talking about? The same thing happened to John Fitzgerald Page and he took on all comers like a boss.
Gotta love how when people riot they destroy their own neighborhoods. It sends a powerful message really, if they perceive they're being screwed they'll make things worse on themselves by destroying their neighbors
For the folks my age: Does this song remind you mightily of Morris Day and the Time? You youngin's won't know who that is, but us old fogeys might remember...
Morris Day and the Time, Was Not Was (for the white boys), Bootsy Collins, and a whole shit-load of other funk bands from the time. Some of the best examples I've ever witnessed were little no-named bands in New Orleans... The Funky Pirate was awesome for that kind of stuff. Last show I saw there was a guy (Big Al?) who must have weighed 500 lbs who just sat on the same stool all night belting it out.
Ronson was pretty open about his influences and tastes when creating the record. Its no coincidence. Also interesting that Bruno Mars is making a career out of being incredibly talented, but having singles that sound like B-sides from famous older artists.
Just to be clear, I love the track, not criticizing Ronson at all, he captures the feel incredibly well and the song is catchy as fuck. Mars does a great job performing, and I think it was on the Grammys that he performed 'Walking on the Moon' with Sting and it was fucking killer.