Facebook, etc.

Well, I haven't hung it up on Facebook yet. That is, I have not terminated my membership. I may hang around a bit longer but post less often.

It is PRIDE weekend here in San Francisco and the number of events surrounding this are almost overwhelming. Some are regularly scheduled events however if I went to all of them my schedule would be something like this.

Friday (yesterday): Happy Hour @ Badlands, Club Asia (one night only at DNA Lounge) and finally Dragon @ Club Eight.
Saturday night: Shangri-La at The End Up
Sunday: Parade (10:30 AM) followed by celebrations in the Civic Center Plaza
followed by other bar sponsored events.

Monday: If still alive - rest and recuperation.

Facebook, etc.

I guess it is time to hang it up on Facebook and other social networking sites. For one thing, what does hekka and hella mean? I can guess but I just see it as another distortion of the English language. Also, I am reminded (by the pictures on those sites) that not only am I overly ripe but that I may have one foot in the grave already. Ha! It is not fair however to others for me to hang around such sites. I have a few real friends there however I can see them without posting things on-line on those sites. Also, I just don't have the energy anymore to be partying that much. Even Happy Hour once a week will do me in now. :-(

Tonight I will do what I enjoy most. That is, go to the symphony and tonight's concert is a little different from the usual. It is a semi-staged performance of Gilbert & Sullivan's Iolanthe.

Our mild weather continues but cooler weather is predicted for the weekend for a short time. Hopefully it will warm up again after that.

Time to rest now...another sign of aging. LOL

Noisy and/or nervous neighbors

Why the hell don't young people, especially renters, have any commonsense these days. I know from talking with friends in Southern California that they tend to leave a mess behind when vacating a place but here in SF I have one neighbor (above me in #301) who constantly paces the floor right above my bed every afternoon. Then when the boob next to me in #202 comes home around 6 PM it suddenly sounds like I am in the middle of Iraq and those explosions or whatever the hell I am hearing, go on until nearly 10 PM. Then he does turn things down a notch but I can still here the shit anyway. Sure would like to lob a hand grenade or smoke bomb into his apartment but of course that is no solution.

If Don, who had been the resident manager until his illness and death a few years ago, were still around none of this crap would go on. I could talk to him and he would listen and take action. But now we do not have a resident manager and the property management company in Mountain View only cares about collecting the rent.

Then I am caught between a rock and a hard place. I am in rent controlled apartment and have been since 1993 so my rent is "good" for me. There are a handful of other long term tenants here but I am sure the owner would like to get me out. Is this her way of "driving me up the wall" in hopes that I will move? Well, that won't happen because, quite frankly, I can't afford to go anywhere. So if push came to shove I would fight the owner tooth and nail if she did anything blatant to make my stay uncomfortable, or I should say, more uncomfortable than it already is. That said, should a move ever be possible for me, I would be out of here so fast that you would only see a brief blur as I went into warp speed.