The neighbors (I don’t have the same creativity as excavation) are being particularly snotty this evening.

I love BBQs, personally. The smell of the meat and veggies cooking and the sound of searing food product is part of summer life.

I do have a problem with BBQs that take place on other people’s stairs when they are trying to go in and out of their apartment. It’s not like there isn’t a huge amount of open space where I live that people can gather on. And yet, people who like to call each other ni**ers (all white boys, by the way) at the top of their lungs and black widows seem to be inexorably attracted to my stairs.

At least I can kill the black widows.

And the music thumping in the background shaking the soon to be taken down pictures on the wall. I’ve given up on calling the police. I may get one more week of peace, but I don’t care any more. I’m on vacation and heading to Comic Con tomorrow. Calling the police tonight will automatically take off four days of the week of peace anyhow since I won’t be here to enjoy them.

Only one more week of this when we return from San Diego. Four days of all out nerdery and geekdom that I’d be looking forward to even if I didn’t have these neighbors (getting away from this place for four days is a bonus). You can follow my exploits this week on Twitter at http://twitter.com/rcymozart or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=515641130.