noisy neighbor strikes again
update on the noisy upstairs neighbor: up until this very moment, NUN has been the picture of quiet neighborliness. there's barely even been any walking. but right now, i am convinced that NUN is doing some combination of the following:
1. running laps
2. juggling small boulders, and by the sound of it, dropping many of them
3. running laps with a small child, due to some strange pitter patter sound that is accompanying NN's footsteps
4. harboring a small whale that enjoys flopping from side to side
seriously. what. the. fuck. could NUN be doing? there is no way normal apartment movements cause these kind of sounds.
in other news, i took ogged's advice and have started sleeping (very peacefully) with my earplugs in. all has been well except for one terrifying moment last night where i adjusted my left earplug and PUSHED IT ALL THE WAY IN MY EAR. the next five minutes were spent frantically racing around my apartment, digging in my ear only to push the plug in further, and imagining explaining the situation to the doctor at the ER and/or living as an earplug outcast, rejected by society for the bit of foam lodged in my ear canal. thankfully, a pair of eyebrow tweezers saved the day. but it was scary there for a little bit.
yes, i am a very special person, thank you.
....ok, i have to add a #5: gliding back and forth on a skateboard.
SERIOUSLY?!
UPDATE: #6 - dumping marbles on the floor...?
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I feel your pain. My upstairs neighbors, where other people have house slippers to wear on their feet, seem to have house clogs.
Luckily, the HVAC equipment is my apartment, and so I can just add sleeping gas when I need quiet time. Or am bored.
i caught a peek of NUN out of my window has he left the building. so, it's a guy. maybe he's got a bench press or something up there and that's what sounds like boulders?
What time is this stuff going down? Does it happen regularly?
that's the thing - there's no discernible pattern that i can see. it's happened only twice so far while i've been home - once this evening around 6pm, and the last time i wrote about it, which was 4am-6am on a friday morning.
i meant, rather, that maybe he's got free weights or something up there and is just dropping them all over the place. because i am not exaggerating about it sounding like he's dropping extremely heavy rocks.
ah ha. i figured out at least what he's been doing for the last half hour: watching the cubs game (as i am on mute).
You mean the Sox game. Try not to get yourself killed.
clearly... i am a retard.
UPDATE: #6 - dumping marbles on the floor...?
At this point, it's pretty clear he's reading your blog.
hehe.
i'll make it a challenge, then. NUN, make it sound upstairs like baby elephants are performing swan lake!
...wait, he just did it!
i am so not getting any sleep tonight.
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Did I ever tell you about the time I got an earplug stuck in my ear at the 9:30? Okay, it wasn't an earplug -- it was a wadded-up piece of tissue. I was taking pictures at the Radiohead show (Bends tour, 1996) and didn't have earplugs, so I borrowed some kleenex from my friend Hal. Big mistake. When I tried to take it out after the show, there was some wedged in my ear.
I'd interviewed Ed earlier, so we went backstage to see if we could get tweezers to help get this stuff out of my ear. No luck, or no one wanted to do it. Thom took a glance at it and said I should avoid his road crew and go straight to the hospital, which I did. Two hours later, a doctor at GW was using what looked a pair of knitting needles (or urology forceps) to extract the tissues from my ear canal. But Thom was so nice! And he signed my NME, which mattered a lot when I was in college!
he's probably doing some exercise, yoga or running on a treadmill. I had a neighbor who kept his shower on for 15 hours at the time. My porch faced his bathroom above mine and we could hear the plumbing in my apartment... what was he doing with the shower on for that long? he had OCD. (I said buy a freaking fointain at walgreens)....
Good Luck!
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