The firefighters aren’t breathing? Are these zombie firefighters? It might work for getting into burning buildings, as they wouldn’t feel it, but the whole trying to eat your brains after saving you would be a pain in the rear.
Yeah … well, don’t come blubbering to me … all desperate to learn about which antihistamines I’d recommend for your NFI.
Ha!
You had your chance to tap into my expertise, but, no, you “had” to flit away like a baby hummingbird with poor eyesight chasing after a fairly large-sized bumblebee.
The truth stings, doesn’t it?
Go ask your snot-nosed questions to your pharmacist, fungus-nose!
You reek of neediness, shame, and out of control sinus infections.
Not that I would ever grill any sacred cows, but I can’t help thinking the dedicated craftster could take some of those beeping flashing things and make a festive string of lights with them.
Yes. Yes we indeedy do. Rose? Rose, do you have the list for who is in charge of corollaries this quarter? is it Claw? I forget who survived the purges….
Clumber, you’re intriguing me.
Corollary at the OK Canal? Or is it Coronary at the OK Corral?
ToS is in charge of the tangential s (that’s not genitals, ToS).
Wade in charge of deductive reasoning and disposing of bodies.
Claw is in charge of providing Wade with enough bodies to dispose of.
That’s the limit of my knowledge.
I got sucked into tangentials while skirting the periphery of an unrelated discussion concerning the wearing of condoms while laying nude on tanning beds — always a sticky topic, but more so if you snooze.
The lesson I learned is baked into the cake, so to speak.
Well, as far as I am aware, Cb has no need to use such artificial means for enhancement, and it seems he’d be a whole lot cleaner.
And as an aside, you know how to whistle, don’t you Steve? You just put your lips together and blow… and that’s Lauren Bacall, so don’t you even go there!
I tan easily naturally. The sunbed was for the sake of propriety while proving my tan genitals case. There would have been no purpose served by my walking city streets naked (other than to agitate the squirrels).
Now, most unbiased rib-ticklers say it looks Sheik.
I don’t live in NYC either but… My balcony in L.A. had one, my S-I-L’s balcony in Orlando has one, several of the balconies of apartments my husband and I looked at in Indy had them … so I guess I would say the last time I saw a balcony with an automatic sprinkler system was in March when I was visiting my S-I-L.
That doesn’t mean that the entire balcony must be constructed out of a combustible material.
For example, you may have a balcony with a concrete floor, but the underside of the balcony above yours (the ceiling of your balcony) is covered with some type of combustible material.
Perhaps even wood.
To be fair to the note-writer, I’ve lived in New York for a long time, and I can see how it could be annoying to have people BBQ right under your apt. Last summer the people in the building next to mine were BBQ’ing in the backyard, and OUR smoke alarms went off. The FDNY did show up, and they were pretty pissed to have wasted their time, because some dudes didn’t think to move the grill away from apartments.
Actually, cooking over self-starting charcoal briquettes IS carcinogenic. Those things have all kinds of crazy chemicals in them. Cooking over coals made of actual hunks of wood? Probably not giving you cancer.
I live for the day they report that there is a substance used in sun-block that causes liver cancer!
Joking aside though, I read an interesting report that vitamin D deficiency is way up. Has to do with people spending less time outdoors getting sun, and with the ubiquitous use of sun screening products.
a non-eMuss, I think you misunderstand the theory just a tad.
Besides, it makes much better sense that an invisible spirit scooped up some mud and blew life into it.
I know I always feel livelier after being blown.
Boooooooo, actually it’s the polyaromatic hydrocarbons that form mostly when fat drips onto hot coals. Match-light or wood hunks, either one will form PAH’s when fat drips on it. It’s a matter of lots of heat plus fat. The matchlights aren’t worse for carcinogenicity.
Of course, I agree that wood hunks make the food taste better than matchlights.
Not that I particularly care about the carcinogenicity either. Everyone’s gonna die sometime anyway, might as well enjoy life. Although, paraphrased Steven Wright: “I plan on living forever. So far, so good.”
Oh Mark, talk geek to me baby. I’ll talk Simpsons for you.
Homer: Are you saying you’re never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
Meesh, I gotcher Simpsons covered too. Another cooking reference:
Moe: Oh, boy! The deep fryer’s here. Heh heh, I got it used from the navy. You can flash-fry a buffalo in forty seconds.
Homer: Forty seconds? But I want it now!
Chief Wiggum: Afternoon, Homer. Care for some chili? I’ve added an extra ingredient just for you.
[Dramatic pause.]
Chief Wiggum: The merciless peppers of Quetzlzacatenango! Grown deep in the jungle primeval by the inmates of a Guatemalan insane asylum.
Homer Simpson: Uh, Wiggy? My chili’s getting cold.
Shopkeeper: I must warn you the doll is cursed.
Homer Simpson: That’s bad.
Shopkeeper: But it comes with a free frogurt!
Homer Simpson: That’s good.
Shopkeeper: The frogurt is also cursed.
Homer Simpson: That’s bad!
Shopkeeper: But it comes with a free choice of toppings!
Homer Simpson: That’s good!
Shopkeeper: The toppings contain sodium benzoate.
Shopkeeper: That’s bad.
Homer Simpson: Can I go now?
[Homer and Mr. Burns are playing golf; Homer is in a sand trap]
Mr. Burns: For god sakes, man. Use an open-faced club! The sand wedge!
Homer: Mmmmm… open-faced club sandwich…
Learned this in Biology: Yeast is a living organism. Therefore when you make beer, guess where all that bubbly comes from? Yup. You guess it, it’s flatulence from the yeast.
Yeast is also gassy in bread (that’s what makes it rise). So you are literally eating little pockets of… flatulence from yeast.
The best part about that top note is the Hello Kitty stationary. It says “I’m really a nice, sweet person. Really. Even though I just accused you of giving me cancer!”
They’ve made the Hello Kitty vibrator already, but when is Sanrio going to come out with the Hello Kitty fleshlight?
It’s sexism, plain and simple. And once again, it’s the men who suffer.
Does anyone else feel … tense? Maybe I should curl up with a couple of jazz magazines and an 20.3 oz. (600 ml) size container of Vaseline daily skin shield protective body lotion with SPF15, green tea & anti-oxidants.
(That is, if such a product exists.)
Or maybe I’ll just think about that gorgeous woman who I made eye-contact with the other night. Talk about bedroom eyes! Without uttering a word, she, for all intents and purposes was practically BEGGING me for it.
I would have chatted her up, but it was late, and we were both in a hurry.
Isn’t that always the way?
As it happened, we were on the freeway. Heading in opposite directions. In the pouring rain.
I was zipping along at 70 mph. She appeared to be going even faster,
Still … I could tell … she wanted some. Yearning for it. For a fleeting moment, I thought I even heard her whimpering, but it turns out I need knew wiper blades.
Sorry, baby cakes, this ship has sailed.
Bon Voyage!
Who needs jazz peridicals when you’ve got real life escapades to fondly look back upon?
She was in a dark appearing car or van (possibly made in America, Japan, Germany or Korea),
if any of you think you might know who she is. Telling her how to reach me could be viewed as being your early Christmas present to her.
I have heard on the various local news bits here & there that grilling inside is a rather poor idea. Perhaps HelloKitty should try it first. With all the windows closed. And they should eat the burgers as high up in the air as possible… like on bar stools… or ladders…. Then HK can report back via vibrating or stationary media.
I’ll bet that before 9-11, the note writer happily grilled summer evenings away without a care in the world about the old guy on the block with emphysema, or the kids with asthma.
Now, flush with cash from our Patriotic Pity-Party Payment Plan, he wants us all to accommodate him for life.
Before 9/11 it was war vets… they didn’t use sharpies though. They just PAN’d in their own blood just to show you that they’ll shed it again if the call comes in. I’d listen to those PAN’s though, you don’t wanna see that guy’s AK-47 collection, and the ears… forget it!
Hey, maybe it was a vegan barbecue like the one I was at last week.
Shish-ka-bobs, grilled corn, veggie burgers/dogs, pineapple rings sprinkled with cinnamon, portabello mushrooms, some kind of sweet potato thing that I can’t quite describe…
…and perhaps best of all, no passive-aggressive neighbors. (As far as I know.)
When it comes to humans, you have to ensure that they’re both well-fed and free of toxins. I’ve found that finding a fit person and forcing them to gorge on fatty food (I suggest cheese, ice cream, and pork rinds) in order to gain a large amount of fat very quickly. I found that regular deep tissue massage gets the marbling well integrated into the meat. During the gorging period, it’s important to restrict movement and keep them in a comfortable environment complete with appropriate entertainment (TV, video games [not Wii], internet) to keep them satisfied with staying in one place for long periods of time. After all, happy meat is tasty meat.
Yes! Michigan!
…one of the few states that still allows smoking in bars and restaurants. It’s really odd to me to walk into a bar elsewhere without seeing the general haziness of second-hand smoke.
they will be contacted, but we will not take ownership, either literally or grammatically, for this event occurring. that, of course, would be to up-front. we will allow the hazy question to forever linger in your mind. “who dialed the numbers?”
The second note is power note: guilt trip, condescension, direct order and threat all in a single note that too in a third person and passive voice. I believe to write a perfect PAN is true form of an art.
My neighbors called the fire department when I fired up the grill one beautiful late spring evening. It was on my patio and apparently against one fire code or another. 3 big, strapping, young firemen knocked on my door and said they had received a complaint and would have to extinguish the fire because I was in fact, breaking the law. With as much southern sugar as I could muster, I very innocently asked them what the penalty was. Would they all need to hose me down or what? I will never forget the looks on their faces. I didn’t get a ticket.
My neighbor starts with phlegmy hacking as soon as my dad lights up his pipe in our backyard or starts up the grill. We live in a residential neighborhood.
He also smashed our taillight one time because he’s a psycho.
What a talented neighbor! Manufacturing phlegm upon demand is no small feat!
He should be in the circus or something…maybe as “Mucus the Magnificent!!”
Ha ha, I’m a volunteer firefighter with a rural department. ALL FREAKIN’ MEMORIAL DAY we got call after call for “smoke in the area”. Gee, I wonder what people could possibly be doing on a patriotic holiday that would produce smoke?!
Fortunately, all of the cookouts we ended up crashing (we do have to investigate every complaint to make sure it’s not a real fire) were willing to share.
Ah, along with the illustrious isuck, I was just driving by, and popped my head out the window. I think I ruined the joke, anyway. I never really know what I’m doing. What’s your excuse, numinous? Why didn’t you post it in the top 5? We’ve got these brand new reply buttons now… you could have even got it in the top one.
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more. Mark Twain
only thing here irrelevant is: It’s not a mistake and he is not an authority.
Hello Kitty stationery, 9/11 invocations, and cancer hyperbole aside, I’m with the notewriters. Here in Maryland, it’s illegal to barbecue within 10 feet of a building. I don’t know where the first note is from, but I checked NY, and the law is the same. (PDF link)
But even aside from the law, it’s unsafe. And it’s unbelievably rude to fill your neighbors’ apartments with smoke just so you can wrap your mouth around a good, thick bratwurst. (Really, you should just come over to my place instead.) Granted, I imagine the barbecuers were unaware, but that’s what the notes are for.
In my building, we have 2 large community bbqs that they installed directly in front of 2 apartments…one of them being mine. While it can be a little annoying if someone gets it good n smokey, I would never friggin’ complain. I think it’s a lot ruder to try and take away someone’s good time. And I also live by the theory that if people doing normal, social, peoplish things bother you…go live in the middle of nowhere by yourself, instead of trying to make everyone else as miserable as you must be.
It wasn’t necessarily within 10 feet of the building though. None of my neighbors BBQs are within 10 feet of my house and they can still stink my dining room up quite effectively .
@26.6: The phrase “right under the bedroom window” seems to suggest (with a subtle 2×4 to the face) that the grill was within 10 feet of the building in the first note.
That second note makes me wonder if New Yorkers are secretly grateful that the terrorists picked New York as a target. It’s the ultimate trump card in the game of oneupsmanship New Yorkers have always loved to play.
Yeah, traffic in LA is pretty bad but not as bad as traffic in Midtown was on 9-11. Fuhgetaboudit.
I remember that big earthquake. During the World Series, right? That must have been scary. Hey! You know what else was scary? 9-11! Now give me my fucking pity party.
I agree. Get up and get get down. 911 [shouldn't be] a joke in yo town. Shame that the PAN writer used it as his/her trump card, comparing a bbq to a terrorist attack. And that you chose to single out Claw’s joke over the other 27 or so jokes prior to it? Did it take a while to work your way up to high dudgeon? I ‘fess up to not being funny, though. You hit the nail on the head, there.
And the Crusades! Except that was for Christ’s sake.
What did Monty Python think they were doing? (Well, what’s a bit of mixed history between friends?).
Are there any baby jokes? They’re not funny at all, for gripe’s sake!
$10 says “Appalled” has a “NEVER FORGET 9-11-2001″ bumper sticker on the back of his/her/its car. Every time I see one of those, I think, “I almost forgot about one of the most tragic events in American history, but thanks to your plastic decal, I remembered!!!!”
“Apalled”, here’s a ladder. Now get down off your high horse.
The jokes aren’t about 9-11, rather, they are about the response to 9-11.
Nearly 8 years is a long time to be in mourning.
Move forward already.
This from someone who lived close enough to see the Twin Towers go up, and watch them come down.
I had Sunday Brunch at Windows on the World on my first honeymoon, and interviewed for a job on the 76th floor once (a great opportunity that I’m now glad I didn’t get).
So don’t act like you’re the only one who understands the tragedy.
Wow, CB. You’re nice, providing a ladder and all that. I would have just kicked “Apalled” off the horse.
And did you know that most people make jokes as a way of dealing with an incident. Ever heard of “laughter is the best medicine?” Yeah, that’s what they’re talking about. What ever get’s you through.
Also, out of curiosity, Apalled, do you live in New York?
Bah. Stupid internet. I didn’t mean to put the second “now” there. I tried to hit the stop button when I realized, but alas it was too late, and the edit link wouldn’t show up. Sorry!
At work, EVERY FUCKING admin password is somehow related to 9/11. EVERY DAY on multiple occasions we all have to use them. Yeah, I couldn’t forget fucking 9/11 if I slammed my head repeatedly on a spike. Yep, tried.
And we are almost as far from NY as one can get and still be contiguous North America. I expect and invite the slams, but I for one am FUCKING SICK of remembering 9/11.
oh and don’t bother getting sanctimonious on me. at the time of the attack I worked at Boeing and MY PLANES were the 57 & 67, and those airlines were my customers. My location then had trained several of the flight & cabin crews who died. Why don’t I work at Boeing anymore? Well thanks for asking – the downturn in airline travel post-attack caused more than 75% of my dept to be layoffs. I avoided the first 4 layoff rounds in 18 months, but not the 5th. I am quite aware enough without your pissy made in china bumper stickers and magnets. Now please move the fuck on or get the FUCK out of my way.
~Clumber, who already had an idiot users-induced headache
Other things we do not need bumper stickers to remind us of: (1) That a large portion of the world believes Jesus died for our sins. (2) That owners of Chevys think Calvin pees on Fords and owners of Fords think Calvin pees on Chevys. (3) That little twat driving the red convertible is 51% angel and 49% bitch. (4) That your kid is an honor student. I just don’t care.
One reason I don’t live anywhere near the city. I cook outside 4-5 times a week and the only thing I hear from my neighbor 1/4 mile away is “it sure smelt great last night”. We are also use to having fires by the pool on cooler New England summer nights. Saturday is planked Salmon and Shrimp cooked by the fire.I am wondering if the Hello Kity note paper is frightening to any one else here.
Won’t let me edit, so, in addition: That was when I dreamt a little dream of me. This stream of consciousness (not really) is being streamt to you live. Via the smelt. Who live in said stream.
Hello Kitty is meant to be the mediator between the guy’s Ned Flandersesque persona and his really evil murderous bbq hating alter ego. The handwriting is so male and yet the stationary so …well not male. So many contradictions, what the note is saying is “Your ass better move that bbq or else!”
Smoke seeps through walls and closed windows? So do you think my mom knew I was smoking pot in my room, even though I exhaled through the paper towel roll stuffed with dryer sheets?
I’m just amused by the PAN-writer’s logic that smoke is something allowable exclusively in the suburbs. People move here to the big city for the clean air, obviously.
Lordy, don’t you know we burn everything out here in the sticks..It’s not just the BBQ, but leaves and yard trash, garbage,old furniture and appliances, you name it. The smell of the smoke lets us know what our nieghbor down the road is up to.
• Apartment 9 buys a baby diaper sealer machine, so the hallway doesn’t reek of babyshit,
• Apartment 11 stops cooking with curry,
• Apartment 13 gets rid of at least three of those feral cats that rule the fire escape,
• Apartment 15 replaces that soggy, wretched doormat,
• Apartment 17 quits cooking microwave popcorn,
• Apartment 19 throws out those skater sneakers left by the front door…
…in short, I live with your stench, now- live with mine.
Apartment 11 only cooks with curry because without it, everything takes on the taste and odor of babyshit and feral cat. The feral cats are also responsible for the soggy, wretched doormat at Apartment 15. That only leaves 2 problem apartments. Team toilet or litter train.
Obviously the BBQing offenders were black and if there’s one thing New Yorkers know it’s that you don’t yell at black people unless your Italian and you have them outnumbered.
Seriously? The barbeque? One freaking day? Maybe a few hours here and there – right?
I hope that a chain smoker moves in next door to these whiners. I lived next to a couple who chain smoked inside for a year and it was hellish. All my clothes smelled like smoke, not to mention my apartment! I also got pneumonia twice so that was cool too!
When I lived in New York my place was next to Kelsey Grammer’s. This was back in 96 when he was still drinking. He was also dating his current wife, Camille who is best known for having Irritable Bowel Syndrome.
It was terrible. Kelsey would come home drunk, often parking his Jag right on top of my scooter. He’d puke in the hallway before stomping into his apartment and firing up his gas fireplace. Then he’d start buring his fan mail and stray plastic bottles out of his trash. Dark, acrid smoke would fill the air.
Then he’d start calling Camille “Lilith” and they’d have sex. Rough sex. Sex that rattled Cammille’s senstive bowels.
His master suite was up against our living room and we could hear every sound. Him grunting in that special way only the most dedicated drunks can muster and Camille squealing.
Then she’d shit herself.
At first you’d hear the squishing and the squirting. Then the smell. That horrible stench that comes from feces that hasn’t been processed by the enzymes in the large instestine.
The smell of colostomy and sex mingled with aroma of puke and the vector of charred plastic carried it throughout the neighboring units. Permeating everything. You couldn’t get the smell out. The fumes from the burnt plastic formed a molecular bond with anything they came in contact with.
Oi, just make sure you don’t flush the toilet, then. Because fecal mist gets EVERYWHERE. Even on your TOOTHBRUSH. And probably on the shower head too. You should be showering in fecal mist!
Claw ≠ scooter in my own crazy myopic impression… Somehow I was imaging more like a MadMaxed vehicle tearing down the roads, woe be to idiots with “SmartCar”s….
Clearly, I simply don’t know shit. Or Claw. (Though I still tremble with fear….)
It was only due to my raging user-induced headache that I was able to avoid stopping on my way home to buy a cheapo grill, some Kingsford, and the biggest hunk of dead cow, marbled to perfection, and hopefully from that yummy-looking Angus ranch just 2 exits down the freeway from me… So many new baby steaks out there! Aww shit.. anyone know anywhere I can buy a cheapo grill at 9pm??
No one told you to run into a smoke-filled burning building with no protection over your face. Your stupidity will not affect my lifestyle. Please read your lease.
The note writers are right, but for a different reason: BBQ smells are annoying if you’re sitting on the couch with a frozen dinner watching old “I Love Lucy” reruns while the smell of ribs, pulled pork, and barbecue chicken wafts up to your window… and your stomach longs for a plate of all that and baked beans, burnt ends, and creamy potato salad, to sit outside and chat with friends, letting the nice cool breeze rush past you as you reach for another corn-on-the-cob and perhaps some of that deep red watermelon you have been eyein’…. oh… I loathe BBQers…
Fluffs? I’ll get a grill tomorrow and some hunks of various cuts of critters from the farm, and you’re totally invited and can then leave a note on PowderPuffGirls Stationery to anyone you want to inform of their not-invited state.
Even me. Since I haven’t even tried to faceplant the entire threads and original posters about the difference between BBQ-ing and Grilling.
341 responses so far ↓
#1
Canthz_B
No barbecuing because of 9-11?
It looks like the terrorists have won.
We can’t have the 4th of July cookout anymore.
May 28, 2009 at 9:52 pm rating: +126
#2
ABF
wow. once you mention 9/11 it’s all over. If anyone BBQs after that note, they’re a huge douchebag.
May 28, 2009 at 9:56 pm rating: +31
#3
unholyghost2003
Ummm What is the FDNY going to do? Probably nothing … Grilling is not generally illegal … even in NYC.
May 28, 2009 at 9:57 pm rating: +17
#4
Canthz_B
Yep, cooking over coals produces carcinogenic smoke.
That’s what killed the cavemen off!
May 28, 2009 at 9:58 pm rating: +12
#5
Summer
The best part about that top note is the Hello Kitty stationary. It says “I’m really a nice, sweet person. Really. Even though I just accused you of giving me cancer!”
May 28, 2009 at 10:02 pm rating: +45
#6
anglophile
Damn. Now I have an urge to take up smoking. Right under the neighbor’s bedroom window.
May 28, 2009 at 10:09 pm rating: +3
#7
Summer (A Different Summer)
Yes, the Hello Kitty paper is *fabulous*.
I like how the second note insults the barbequer – “this is the BIG city”, not some small town where cooking outside is ok…
May 28, 2009 at 10:17 pm rating: +16
#8
Canthz_B
I’ll bet that before 9-11, the note writer happily grilled summer evenings away without a care in the world about the old guy on the block with emphysema, or the kids with asthma.
Now, flush with cash from our Patriotic Pity-Party Payment Plan, he wants us all to accommodate him for life.
May 28, 2009 at 10:35 pm rating: +27
#9
leftfoot
well.. at least they aren’t complaining about cooking deal animals… I guess.
May 28, 2009 at 10:38 pm rating: +5
#10
raiseyourglass
Neither one would have bitched if you offered them to partake in the food.
Just curious is there a smoking ban in New York like there is in Illinois?
May 28, 2009 at 10:43 pm rating: +3
#11
Commentator
From: the barbecuer
To: my dear neighbors
No, you were NOT invited. Get over it.
P.S. it was yummy
May 28, 2009 at 10:45 pm rating: +26
#12
oi!
The FDNY will be contacted.
Hah! Passive voice in PAN. It’s almost like orgasm.
May 28, 2009 at 10:54 pm rating: +16
#13
oi!
Get this: FDNY can’t breathe either. hmm never knew that. Ah! wisdom of PAN
May 28, 2009 at 10:56 pm rating: +6
#14
WWJD
WWFDNYD?
WWHKD?
May 28, 2009 at 11:01 pm rating: +1
#15
stickman
WWFDNYD? They probably would throw a couple of steaks on the grill. Firefighters love fire!
What is WWHKD??
May 28, 2009 at 11:08 pm rating: +1
#16
oi!
The second note writer makes first note writer look like a saint.
May 28, 2009 at 11:36 pm rating: +9
#17
oi!
The second note is power note: guilt trip, condescension, direct order and threat all in a single note that too in a third person and passive voice. I believe to write a perfect PAN is true form of an art.
May 28, 2009 at 11:40 pm rating: +11
#18
foreverSunset
Hey neighbors, how about you close your windows, get air conditioning, and mind your own damn business? Thanks!
May 29, 2009 at 12:23 am rating: +5
#19
mamason
My neighbors called the fire department when I fired up the grill one beautiful late spring evening. It was on my patio and apparently against one fire code or another. 3 big, strapping, young firemen knocked on my door and said they had received a complaint and would have to extinguish the fire because I was in fact, breaking the law. With as much southern sugar as I could muster, I very innocently asked them what the penalty was. Would they all need to hose me down or what? I will never forget the looks on their faces. I didn’t get a ticket.
May 29, 2009 at 12:44 am rating: +39
#20
Sarah
My neighbor starts with phlegmy hacking as soon as my dad lights up his pipe in our backyard or starts up the grill. We live in a residential neighborhood.
He also smashed our taillight one time because he’s a psycho.
May 29, 2009 at 1:17 am rating: +7
#21
cee
BBQing isn’t allowed on the balconies of my condo building at all, I thought that was a common thing?
May 29, 2009 at 1:20 am rating: +3
#22
TheOldSchool
The folks who received the first note should send the note writer a barbecued Hello Kitty doll, along with a side of STFU salad.
May 29, 2009 at 1:46 am rating: +14
#23
Kookaburra
Ha ha, I’m a volunteer firefighter with a rural department. ALL FREAKIN’ MEMORIAL DAY we got call after call for “smoke in the area”. Gee, I wonder what people could possibly be doing on a patriotic holiday that would produce smoke?!
Fortunately, all of the cookouts we ended up crashing (we do have to investigate every complaint to make sure it’s not a real fire) were willing to share.
May 29, 2009 at 2:36 am rating: +27
#24
Belle
First guilt trip ever printed on Hello Kitty paper too! Wow….I love BBQ!
May 29, 2009 at 2:47 am rating: +3
#25
anglophile
WTFBBQ!!!1!!!111!111!!!eleventy-one!!!!
May 29, 2009 at 5:42 am rating: +8
#26
Joe
Hello Kitty stationery, 9/11 invocations, and cancer hyperbole aside, I’m with the notewriters. Here in Maryland, it’s illegal to barbecue within 10 feet of a building. I don’t know where the first note is from, but I checked NY, and the law is the same. (PDF link)
But even aside from the law, it’s unsafe. And it’s unbelievably rude to fill your neighbors’ apartments with smoke just so you can wrap your mouth around a good, thick bratwurst. (Really, you should just come over to my place instead.) Granted, I imagine the barbecuers were unaware, but that’s what the notes are for.
Team Call-the-Fire-Department!
May 29, 2009 at 8:30 am rating: +3
#27
claw71
That’s funny, I never figured Dick Cheney would be opposed to a little ‘cue.
May 29, 2009 at 8:41 am rating: +1
#28
claw71
That second note makes me wonder if New Yorkers are secretly grateful that the terrorists picked New York as a target. It’s the ultimate trump card in the game of oneupsmanship New Yorkers have always loved to play.
Yeah, traffic in LA is pretty bad but not as bad as traffic in Midtown was on 9-11. Fuhgetaboudit.
I remember that big earthquake. During the World Series, right? That must have been scary. Hey! You know what else was scary? 9-11! Now give me my fucking pity party.
May 29, 2009 at 9:15 am rating: +30
#29
gdad
One reason I don’t live anywhere near the city. I cook outside 4-5 times a week and the only thing I hear from my neighbor 1/4 mile away is “it sure smelt great last night”. We are also use to having fires by the pool on cooler New England summer nights. Saturday is planked Salmon and Shrimp cooked by the fire.I am wondering if the Hello Kity note paper is frightening to any one else here.
Team Burn Baby Burn
May 29, 2009 at 9:25 am rating: +9
#30
Mishee™
I like to smoke people out too.
Then we usually eat BBQ….
And Cheetos…
And ice cream…
And a Snickers bar…
May 29, 2009 at 9:31 am rating: +15
#31
Meesh
Smoke seeps through walls and closed windows? So do you think my mom knew I was smoking pot in my room, even though I exhaled through the paper towel roll stuffed with dryer sheets?
May 29, 2009 at 9:43 am rating: +5
#32
andipandi
team bbq. the city is filled with people doing things you may not like, get used to it.
May 29, 2009 at 9:55 am rating: +11
#33
T
I’m just amused by the PAN-writer’s logic that smoke is something allowable exclusively in the suburbs. People move here to the big city for the clean air, obviously.
May 29, 2009 at 10:05 am rating: +45
#34
Yum!
That BBQ’d Hello Kitty was fucking delicious!
May 29, 2009 at 10:29 am rating: +2
#35
GhostWriter
I will stop barbequing when:
• Apartment 9 buys a baby diaper sealer machine, so the hallway doesn’t reek of babyshit,
• Apartment 11 stops cooking with curry,
• Apartment 13 gets rid of at least three of those feral cats that rule the fire escape,
• Apartment 15 replaces that soggy, wretched doormat,
• Apartment 17 quits cooking microwave popcorn,
• Apartment 19 throws out those skater sneakers left by the front door…
…in short, I live with your stench, now- live with mine.
May 29, 2009 at 10:51 am rating: +31
#36
monstrosity
STOP BARBECUING YOUR KILLING ANTHONY GROSSO
THANK YOU TERRY
May 29, 2009 at 11:15 am rating: +14
#37
park rose
This is not the suburbs but a block of apt blogs in the big city. Oh, it’s all getting so meta.
May 29, 2009 at 11:29 am rating: +4
#38
FridrihLop
Good article, the advertisment is sold?
May 29, 2009 at 11:47 am rating: +1
#39
Mishee™
I just noticed the tags which states the Hello Kitty note is from Oakland.
Doesn’t this note writer realize the dangers of trying to separate an Oakland resident from his BBQ?
They should be expecting gunshots at their door any day now…
May 29, 2009 at 11:58 am rating: +3
#40
MAMARILLA2
Wait..You mean to say that they did not go out on the balcony and scream down to the offenders in stereotypical NY fashion.
May 29, 2009 at 12:04 pm rating: +2
#41
Jess727
Seriously? The barbeque? One freaking day? Maybe a few hours here and there – right?
I hope that a chain smoker moves in next door to these whiners. I lived next to a couple who chain smoked inside for a year and it was hellish. All my clothes smelled like smoke, not to mention my apartment! I also got pneumonia twice so that was cool too!
May 29, 2009 at 12:55 pm rating: 0
#42
tahall62
I just loved the 9/11 references.
“You’re either with us, or you’re with the barbequers.”
May 29, 2009 at 1:04 pm rating: +10
#43
MW
Dear Self-Appointed Hero,
No one told you to run into a smoke-filled burning building with no protection over your face. Your stupidity will not affect my lifestyle. Please read your lease.
Love,
Neighbor Who Can Breathe
May 29, 2009 at 1:41 pm rating: +4
#44
BlackKristos
Barbequers hate Freedom(TM).
May 29, 2009 at 1:54 pm rating: +4
#45
Cordelia
The barbecuers should put an oxygen mask in a big Omaha Steak box and leave it in front of the note writer’s door.
May 29, 2009 at 3:55 pm rating: +1
#46
largirl
Is 9-11 the new Goodwin’s Law?
May 29, 2009 at 5:32 pm rating: +6
#47
fluffy8u
The note writers are right, but for a different reason: BBQ smells are annoying if you’re sitting on the couch with a frozen dinner watching old “I Love Lucy” reruns while the smell of ribs, pulled pork, and barbecue chicken wafts up to your window… and your stomach longs for a plate of all that and baked beans, burnt ends, and creamy potato salad, to sit outside and chat with friends, letting the nice cool breeze rush past you as you reach for another corn-on-the-cob and perhaps some of that deep red watermelon you have been eyein’…. oh… I loathe BBQers…
May 29, 2009 at 7:19 pm rating: +11