Speaking of things that make noise, I'm just useless today. The neighbors across the street are having their house worked on. So tell me, why it is that everyone who works on the outside of a house in any capacity has to plunk a cheap boombox down in the yard, find the most toxic talk radio show on the airwaves, and crank the volume until the tiny amp reaches maximum distortion? Is there some sort of Union rule that says this has to be done? Then they start running power tools which must completely drown out the radio—for them. Why is it that painters, roofers, and all other workmen of similar ilk have never heard of iPods? We need to get the word to them, somehow: it isn't 1978 any more. There is new technology, technology with the potential to let them listen to their heart's content to whatever frothy-mouthed, Brontosaurus-brained Amerifascist demagogue they want to without inflicting an incoherent din on the entire block.
Noise pollution just drives me insane. I had several things to write today but I might as well give up—I'm just not going to be able to get anything done, that's all there is to that. </rant>
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Featured Comment by Bob Thomas: "Gaah, don't you know anything? That is the 'Non-Union' rule. You wouldn't find genuine union workers listening to that. The job boss would but an end to it immediately."
Featured Comment by Dennis Hoover: "Mike, I used to be a finish carpenter who did site work, so I'm familiar with what you are saying. When the (insert your tradesman here) would blast the Rush Limbaugh Show all over the job site we would put on our ear muffs to screen out the toxic noise. One of the finishers called them Rush Guards."
Featured Comment by David Miller: "Every now and then the construction-worker noise is, well, quite wonderful: Lo these 35 or so years ago, a worker repairing our fire escape in Ottawa, at the break of day, was singing...loudly...operatic arias! Needless to say, he was Italian. He had a great tenor voice. He can come and shingle my roof anytime."