Construction Below

The construction continues beneath my apartment. I hate to complain about noises, but I work from home. At least I try to stick to the home office to write one half of the world's longest screenplay. So perhaps I have the right to complain out loud. And the noises start at 7 am!

It's really muffled banging noises, either the occasional hammering or sound of large men moving heavy objects. The drilling has stopped for the most part, although there was another incident not too many weeks back when I thought that I would need to steady all of the dishes and glasses with my hands lest they bounce to the floor.

All this for a clothing shop frequented by the noisiest demographic in existence. No problem, we'll wait and see what happens to the noise levels when Urban Outfitters finally opens.

More construction

I thought it was an earthquake at first. But anyone living over a construction site would identify the tremors as just another nuisance that comes with the territory. Are they installing a ceiling? Are they actually drilling down into the ground? Perhaps an untapped source of oil is sitting just underneath the location of that future clothing store. I can just imagine oil gushing up through my sink and the the bath drain. Maybe I could get all of the other renters to pitch in and collect all of the oil that they can in buckets and used soda bottles. We'd sell it to local gas stations and make a few bucks.

When the tremors started, I just grabbed onto the shelves to steady them. But after around three minutes, it was clear that everything would come down in one way or another. So the apartment is laid out with dishes and cups and glasses. These things may still knock over so I wait and see. But for how long? Only until the motion sickness gets to an unbearable level. I feel like Sylvester the Cat after his head was bashed with over-sized cymbals. You know how he would vibrate and bounce out of a room, onto the window ledge, and then fall to the street? Tweety was a clever bird.

This could be a good thing. A test of the body and spirit. Maybe astronauts have to sit on a shaking platform for five hours in order to stimulate liftoff. Yep, this could work in my favor. Future astronaut. That could be the most important job of my life; the career change that all of the palm-readers were too frightened to tell me.

Is this text a bit wobbly or is it just me?

Meteorite Sickens Peruvian Villagers

The AFP reported that the meteor crash occurred over the weekend in Peru. Observers initially believed that they were witnessing a plane crash. After the impact, as strange odor apparently caused a rash of health complaints among the residents living near to a crash site. Read the full story here.

Could it be a result of the shock of such an extraordinary event that caused the villagers some sort of mass hysteria? Or perhaps, the meteor kicked up some toxic material that previously sat dormant in the ground. However, if you think about it, cosmic dust is known for its interesting effects on humans. Well, if you ever watched the t.v. show Smallville, you would agree.

Speaking of strange symptoms. I finally worked out why my head is so stuffy and throat so store. No, it's not a meteorite that hit my neighborhood. It's a construction crew that's landed right beneath my feet. Our apartment is full of dust- I can't see it but I can smell something new in the air- and it is irritating my throat and eyes. And the noise! Their voices are a little to clear for my liking and each time they hammer or move a piece of wood, my apartment experiences a little earthquake. It's headache inducing as well. I can only hope that they are installing a whole lot of sound proofing because this could easily turn into a nightmare apartment once the new commercial tenants move in down there.