Well, that dude's fucking construction noise bugs the HELLS out of me. Sumbitch was hammering away yesterday evening, as a matter of fact -- well after 5:00, even.

One would've thought that one could drop by the park to escape this city's omnipresent construction racket. But it's alas not the case.

At least not at this park.

Keep blinding people with minutiae and no one will notice the erosion of other rights. Really, no one will know….

But one thing about this story that doesn't suck (or presumably, smell): The name "Royal Alley-Barnes".

I SO wish my parents had thought to bless me with such an amazing and poetic name, and I can only hope that I will think of a name so amazingly bitchin for my own children, should I choose to breed.

so she sends her husband, who has no real complaint, to bitch about it. i had neighbors just like that.

Or take up drumming.

Just because you CAN doesn't mean you SHOULD.

OTOH, someone in the middle of house construction that certainly affects their neighbors complaining about public noise is a bit rich.

OTT, but a month or so ago, I saw a guy playing a sitar in Cal Anderson Park. Who has a freaking sitar, and of those who do, who hauls it to a park? That thing was huge!

It's no wonder with you knuckleheads' attitude that most Americans are terrified of giving up their cars and moving to the city.

And set fire to a Hybrid Hummer (mpg ... still way too frickin low).

To keep warm ...

Also, fuck drumming. Fuck bongos, and fuck the idiots who play them in the park. Get a practice space like ever other musician has to. Or go back to playing hacky sack, you can do that quietly in the park all night long if you like.