Loud Noises

unctuous\UNK-chuh-wus\
adjective
1a: fatty, oily b: smooth and greasy in texture or appearance
2: insincerely smooth in speech and manner

I officially desire to spoil someone else's fun. Not in a nanny nanny boo boo kind of way. I just want to stop it. Plain and simple.

I have reason to believe that new people moved into the apartment right below mine, and that they are boys. They are the kind of boys who listen, repeatedly, to bands Dave Matthews Band and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and anomalous smells emanate from behind their door. They are also the kind of boys that have deep voices which painfully reverberate in the pipes of the radiator in my living room - but the voices only start around 10:30pm on the weekends. They usually leave around midnight, and return around 4:00am. Sometimes they throw up on the stairs and leave cans of beer in the corners.

I know they are most likely recent college grads, and I know that, just a few years ago, I was a recent college grad. I have been to plenty of parties like theirs in apartment buildings just like mine, all over the city. In fact, these parties have started at 10:30pm or later. And, normally, I'd like to think that this wouldn't be a problem; I have/had more of a social agenda than staying in on Friday nights with my cat. However, today I am a recovering flu victim, and sleep is a precious, precious commodity.

I know I should just take a sleeping pill and put the issue to rest. But I don't have any sleeping pills. And if I knew I wouldn't be so unctuous in my manner when I visited their apartment to ask/yell/plead for them to stop their galavanting, well, I would have already "been there, done that." I can't join them.

Perhaps I could leave a passive aggressive note on the front door - "Dear Tenants who like to have Parties, You SUCK. Signed, Anonymous." But that wouldn't be very effective. It might even make them party more. Perhaps I could give them the likely dates that I might be "in for the night" so they could calendar their escapades around mine.

Ugh, maybe it's time for a bottle of wine... a vintage for my aging spirit.

Dexter: Season 3: Disc 2

plaguey\PLAY-ghee\
adjective: causing irritation or annoyance : troublesome

I am about to miss class due to a head cold that has turned my noggin into what feels like an alien's nest. It is quite possible that those little green characters from the Mucinex commercials are there too.

So, I figured that I would tune into the blog and share something that has been mulling over in my mind for the past few weeks. Dexter Season 3, Discs 2 - 4 have been in my Netflix queue for months - not just a few weeks (like the long wait FAQ says is the usual case) - but months. Well before the holidays. This plaguey wait is particularly frustrating due to the fact that Dexter Seasons 1 and 2 came and went without trouble. And to top it off, I have now watched Dexter Season 3, Disc 1 twice! This was only because I naively thought that, since it had been so long since I had seen an episode, a refresher course was needed.

The simple fact is, I cannot imagine that every single last DVD from Dexter Season 3, Discs 2-4 has been held hostage in people's homes since December, or November - whenever that the "long wait" appeared in passive aggressive lower face red type in my queue next to the DVD titles. There are quite a few other TV shows with just as much appeal as Dexter waiting to be watched. Netflix says so, based on my like of violent crime dramas, they have suggested several. But I want Dexter.

I find it a bit disconcerting that there is actually a genre on Netflix labeled violent crime dramas and that, from my queue, they have gathered that I am into them. Yikes... I mean what is it about crime anyway? Violent crime that is... it seems like these types of shows are flooding the networks - Criminal Minds has to be one of the hand down creepiest, aggressive, gory shows on network television. And they are coming out with a spin-off.

If I can't have Dexter, I will politely decline any other violent crime drama suggestions for that of a different nature; White Collar, thankfully, was readily available when I added it to the top of the queue. I just watched the first episode of season 1 at Annie's the other night, and Matt Bomer's blue eyes aside, the premise of the show was actually pretty captivating. Not to mention there was absolutely no bloodshed... just clean-cut, good-old con-man crime. Ah, gotta love it.