October 17, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper is very Noisy Today

Since I've been rather chill today, I can't give you a precise time of when the Upstairs Stomper started stomping, hammering, and scraping.  But I do know it's been all afternoon.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear someone was moving, though I don't know if it's in or out.  Either that, or the Upstairs Stomper is building a boat.  :-P

Actually, the scraping noises are probably coming from that dog's chain.  Yes, the Upstairs Stomper's dog is so big that he walks it on a chain that you'd use to lock a gate.  So it's likely the scraping noises are that chain's end dragging against stuff.  The "hammering sounds" could also be coming from it too.

Other than that, it's been nice to focus more on my arts and crafts.  And that includes my happy blog.  I have quite a few entries I can post today.

October 16, 2013 -- Upstairs Stomper Humor Time

Okay, so last night, the Upstairs Stomper was stomping, scraping, and being a general noisy nuisance again from 7 p.m. until 10 p.m.  But I was feeling so mellow yesterday evening (before taking my evening dose), that I decided to make jokes instead.

Now, I didn't shout at the top of my lungs.  So the noises that the Upstairs Stomper made didn't appear retaliatory in nature after I spoke.  But here's the general idea of what I said in this one-sided "conversation":

"Wow.  You must hate your kitchen.  What, is it like Bigfoot?  Do you have to beat it up every time you use it?"

"And gee, you really need to stomp your floor into submission.  It must suck to be you, having an uppity floor you have to beat down every day.  You sound like you've been swallowed by a whale, and you're trying to kill it from the inside.  I feel lucky by comparison.  I don't have to do battle with my apartmet every day just to live in it."

"Maybe you need some of the anti-angry pills that I take.  You've got issues."

"Yeah!  Show that floor who's boss!  And don't forget to stick a fork in it to make sure it's done!"

"Hey, do you have to kill dinner every night just in order to eat?  Why not go to the grocery store like other people?  That's what I do.  Easy preparation without having to throttle those opossums."

"You know, if you want to squish grapes to make wine, you need a vat, not the bathtub."

You should get the idea by now.

Like I said earlier, I hadn't taken my evening dose when all of this transpired last night.  But I'd had cups of peppermind, chamomile, and green teas.

It probably also helps that the hormones are back to normal.  I know my body better than cops like Mr. Pills.  And frankly, if he wants to be a better cop, he needs to talk to mental health professionals and learn something beyond "you need your dosages changed."  Never let a beat cop do "brain work".  It's like asking a mechanic to do brain surgery.

October 16, 2013 - Bo Stick Boy

At 8:15 a.m., I saw a youth heading for the school bus stop with his friend.  The youth was probably 10 to 12 years old.  In his hands, he twirled a Bo stick, a martial arts weapon.

Interesting how the FBPD wasn't on patrol and caught this.

And please tell me WHY a youth is PERMITTED to take a weapon to SCHOOL?!?  Why was I hauled away for a baseball bat, but they don't do anything about Junior and his martial arts weapon?  Junior was twirling it around in PUBLIC!  I wasn't allowed to CARRY a bat in public for my own self-protection!

Oh, that's right.  FBPD only targets the mentally-disabled childless women.  Women like me that felt threatened from a very REAL thing -- fingerprints on my bedroom window (All of the Fingerprints).

And you know darned good and well FBPD isn't going to take that Bo stick from that kid.  They seem to favor children and their criminal behavior.  Makes you wonder why taxpayers even fund a "Juvenile Division" for FBPD.

October 16, 2013 -- Rude Awakening from Banging Brood

At 4:18 a.m., the Banging Brood gave the shared wall a hard blow, one that shook it hard enough to wake me completely.  I'd just fallen asleep around 11 p.m., after the little monsters had quieted down.

It was just as I suspected.  The peace and quiet I'd been experiencing at night is ending again.  As is their "cycle," the Banging Brood calmed down for the most part, and now they're ramping up their harassment campaign again.

I made a note that at 7:45 a.m., I was dizzy from the lack of sleep.  Sleep deprivation is harmful to one's health, and I'm no exception.  But no one gives a hang.  Certainly not FBPD.  Given their piss-poor performance, it can be construed that FBPD wants me dead.  Bastards.

October 15, 2013 -- Gunner Family Party Time

At 8:41 p.m., the Yo Bro Pack that lives in the Gunner Family's apartment were hanging around outside and talking way too loud.  They were so loud with their voices and music that another resident came out and told them to pipe down.  They got belligerent with him, and with me too.  They went inside when I came out with my notebook though, to take notes for my blog.

I could see the unmistakable glow of something.  Could have been cigarettes.  But I'm not sure you're supposed to smoke inside the apartments.

Then from 9:06 to 9:20 p.m., the Yo Bro Pack were outside, and I could tell that they were holding something beverage-like.  Given their belligerence, I'd say they were well on their way to being plastered.

Now here's something of interest, especially to "law enforcement" or government types that deal with children.  The Gunner Family have a toddler.  And that youngster was crying and carrying on, because the wee one wasn't getting attention from "Daddy".  So the youngling's needs were being neglected.

And here's another nugget.

On September 15, 2013, around 2 p.m., I was sitting outside.  I saw Mr. and Ms. Gunner come home with their toddler.  Mr. Gunner held the youngster over the second story railing.  Now, had Mr. Gunner's grip given way, the toddler would have plunged headfirst into the holly bushes below.

Isn't that reckless child endangerment or something?

And where's CPS on this?  They're nowhere.  I told them that the children at London Square Apartments were in danger here, but they didn't listen.  How "nice" that the government want the little ones to die in an area turning ghetto.

October 15, 2013 -- Banging Brood Torments me Further

At 7:49 p.m., I'd just come home and I was trying to get warm.  It was cold, rainy, and I had neglected to bring a sweater for my outing yesterday. (I blame no one else for that, by the way.)

So at this time, the Banging Brood lobbed their ball three times.  Three loud bangs.

A minute later, there was a softer thump.

Then at 10:15 p.m., the Banging Brood literally drummed on the shared wall.  Again.

I finally located the note I'd written with regards to the video footage I'd recorded and tried showing to Mr. Pills one time.  It tells me just where the Banging Brood drummed on the wall.  So I'm going to find that segment and make a video with it.  Looping the noise over, and over, and over...  See just how long it takes an average person to get SICK of the racket.  And I'll post it to YouTube.

Then Mr. Pills, you'll have no way to excuse those little terrors any longer.

I owe FBPD a *Slight* Apology

But only a slight apology.  The issue is about the baseball bat.  I was moving some stuff around and found it, so the FBPD did *not* confiscate it as I'd thought (because when I got home from the hospital, the bat wasn't where I left it).

So my apologies for that.

However, FBPD was the one that said they had the bat and my gun when I asked for both items to be returned.  (Oh Really, FBPD?)  You guys might actually want to work on your internal communication better.

As for the gun, I voluntarily surrendered it when the cop I spoke with on the evening of September 27, 2013 said it was not being seized for evidence in any way.  So you see, I'm still not pleased with what can be reasonably seen as a bald-faced LIE on FBPD's end.

There's also the matter of the months of harm that have been done to me, both from neighbors and by FBPD's colossal blundering.

I'd still like to know how a gun with no ammo is considered a "terrorist threat"?  Without the money to buy a truckload of ammo, it's a very expensive paperweight.  Or a collectable.  But not a "terrorist threat".

My property should be released to me, and this horse-drabble about "terroristic threats" dropped.  You guys know how to contact me.  You were able to ring my cell phone to bits when your fashion models in uniform hauled me away September 30, 2013.  So you've proven you know how to contact me.

Your lack of acceptable, timely action on your part suggests that you INTEND to steal my gun from me.  Is it because it's the kind that FBPD uses and you want a "free gun" for a new hire?  You could at least have the DECENCY to offer me money for it if you want it so flipping bad.

I know common sense is a rarity among your police department, but maybe you should find someone with half a brain to communicate with me?