I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?
It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 06:31:05 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?
It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.
Yes.
Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer.
And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.
Do you have before and after photos?
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 06:33:00 PM
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 06:31:05 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?
It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.
Yes.
Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer.
And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.
"I'm not really a sinner 'cause LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" :horrormirth:
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on August 12, 2012, 07:05:04 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.
Do you have before and after photos?
I <3 modern ruins. Abandoned subdivisions are my FAVORITE. Well, maybe my second favorite, after abandoned resorts/hotels/theaters. All that grandness, all those dreams, decaying!
I'm waiting for the empty houses in the subdivisions here (those ridiculous McMansions that were built like crazy before the crash) to start to decay. The developers are still taking care of them yet, last I looked.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on August 12, 2012, 07:41:02 PM
I'm waiting for the empty houses in the subdivisions here (those ridiculous McMansions that were built like crazy before the crash) to start to decay. The developers are still taking care of them yet, last I looked.
They think that things will turn around and they'll sell. :lulz:
Which is hilarious. They were going for like $200,000+ when things were good. They're going to be a loss either way, I suspect.
I've mentioned I live outside actual Fresno? A good fifth of the houses around this area are empty or mostly empty subdivisions.
It seems like a strong sign that something is very, very fucked up when there are 3.5 million homeless people in the US, and 18 million vacant homes.
HALF of the U.S. population is either impoverished or low income. That's insanity. Our economic system is not just broken; it was bad to begin with. It is a failed experiment.
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 08:03:44 PM
HALF of the U.S. population is either impoverished or low income. That's insanity. Our economic system is not just broken; it was bad to begin with. It is a failed experiment.
It's not just us. The system has broken everywhere.
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 07:30:54 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 06:33:00 PM
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 06:31:05 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Des the ever-so-religious wife still live there?
It's always interesting when the egregiously righteous lose their place in the sun.
Yes.
Her reasoning was, apparently, that he drove her to adultery with another Christian because he drank beer.
And was apparently to European and thus not wrathful enough for her.
"I'm not really a sinner 'cause LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" :horrormirth:
Yeah. Calvinist.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on August 12, 2012, 07:05:04 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.
Do you have before and after photos?
No before pics. I could take an after pic.
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 09:43:34 PM
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Squatter's rights laws < No lawyer and the sheriff is here.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 09:44:42 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 09:43:34 PM
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Squatter's rights laws < No lawyer and the sheriff is here.
Yeah. It would have to be organized. And we see what happens when people
organize.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 10:01:02 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 09:44:42 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 09:43:34 PM
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Squatter's rights laws < No lawyer and the sheriff is here.
Yeah. It would have to be organized. And we see what happens when people organize.
(http://www.mogulite.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wall-street-police-car-626x361.jpg)
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Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 13, 2012, 02:07:24 AM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 10:01:02 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 09:44:42 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 09:43:34 PM
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Squatter's rights laws < No lawyer and the sheriff is here.
Yeah. It would have to be organized. And we see what happens when people organize.
(http://www.mogulite.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wall-street-police-car-626x361.jpg)
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LOL TAKE THAT "THE MAN" ! OCCUPY MY POOOOP! LOL WHERES MY COSMO
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 13, 2012, 02:07:24 AM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 10:01:02 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 09:44:42 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on August 12, 2012, 09:43:34 PM
I wonder if any states forgot to purge squatters rights laws from the books? Things could get interesting... :lol:
Squatter's rights laws < No lawyer and the sheriff is here.
Yeah. It would have to be organized. And we see what happens when people organize.
(http://www.mogulite.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wall-street-police-car-626x361.jpg)
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:dream:
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on August 12, 2012, 07:05:04 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on August 12, 2012, 05:18:40 PM
I went out on the upstairs back balcony to have a smoke, and I glanced down into the Neighbor's yard to the North of mine, and I was horrified. Their swimming pool was green. Not only that, but there were tools left where they'd been set down, before the Belgian husband came home one day to find his ever-so-religious wife schtupping some other guy. Being a fairly mellow guy, he merely swooped up his things and the kid, and left.
Now their back yard, once the center of their lives, has become a ruin. The table at which the wife would sit with their minister and her kid, trying in her insane way to ensure he had "the right values" is beginning to rust from the monsoon rains. As I said, tools and hoses used to keep the garden up lie in the position they were last used in, and the garden has died. What makes it so damn eerie is that the delapidation of the back yard is so incredibly uniform and so rapid.
I imagine the sons of the last Romanized Britons must have felt this way, looking on the ruins of a villa outside of Londonium.
Except unlike stone ruins, which look quaint, run down houses in my experience just look, well, run down.
Do you have before and after photos?
Sure, but think about it from the point of view of a person who's there. Imagine, for instance, what your parents' neighborhood would look like in a few years if it was simply neglected, but remained occupied. How would you feel? I mean, it's not like those watching the decay of Roman power were people looking in from the outside. They were Romans. They were the heirs to the broken legacy and the ruined, run down house. The overgrown fields and half-starved livestock were their own. We look at stone ruins from an outsider's view. We never lived there, or in anything that resembles it, nor were we subject to those who did. It's an intellectual, rather than visceral stimulation when you see such things.
Quote from: Dear Departed Uncle Nigel on August 12, 2012, 07:32:33 PM
I <3 modern ruins. Abandoned subdivisions are my FAVORITE. Well, maybe my second favorite, after abandoned resorts/hotels/theaters. All that grandness, all those dreams, decaying!
I've a friend who does some pretty hardcore urban exploration and urban climbing in places. Always wanted to travel with her at some point, but she likes to do said exploration with huge viking types and then fuck them during the process. Needless to say I was never a candidate :|
(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e9NfLNi4kmo/Th2nFib9uuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aEP1gWnthyE/s500/RAndolphPort.jpg)
She had a pretty damned awesome one from the top of a crane in chicago that they climbed in the middle of the night. Couldn't find it unfortunately.
ANYWAYS
There's several abandoned ski resorts throughout here. My landlords are crazy adventure type people and do a lot of backcountry skiing at them. There's apparently all the old rope tow equipment still around plus cabins at the top. Never had the desire to go to one, considering it's a 7 hour hike from where the car is parked with all camping & riding gear. Then it's 12 minutes down and 3 hours back up. Let's not even go into the avvy risks.
(https://www.wildernesspress.com/images/P/powder_ghost_towns-01.jpg)
There's also several abandoned mines close to me, but I've never had the dumbass whim to go exploring save barely stepping into the entrance of one near the trail head of Torrey's peak.