Unbelievable

A few weeks ago, the husband put the garbage cans out in the evening for the next morning's pickup from the city. I was at derby practice at the time. When I got home, I found this:















Beavis parked his peesacrap truck in front of our garbage cans. I came in, grabbed the camera, and went back outside to record this momentous event in @$$holery.

Of course, when I picked up the camera, I accidentially pushed a button to put the camera into .mov mode. D'oh! So while I was fiddling around with the camera trying to get pix, Beavis himself strolled over:















You can see him right by the porch light of his mommy and daddy's house. He faux-casually asked, "What are you doing?" to which I faux-casually replied, "What the *($()(#^t@ do you care?"

That ended the conversation right there. He moved the damn truck.

Ever since then, he's been better about leaving room for my car if he parks in front of our house now that he knows that I'm photographing him.

What a douche.

Deja Vu

It's been awhile since I've had to update, as Beavis managed to not be a total jerkass and kept his menagerie of vehicles out of the way for the most part. Until....




Yesterday.



I came home from practice and found that goddam horrible truck back in front of our house as if it had never left. The husband is swearing that this time we should call the parking division of the police and have them ticket the damn truck. I thought I'd take pix for backup.

For some reason Beavis has a mini-tire store going on in the bed of the truck. Notice how he's also removed the previous contents(surfboard and all!)as well as removing the truck bed liner.

Last week he was carrying some sort of wood cabinetry in the back. Whyfor, I don't know. I also don't know what the intended use of the wood cabinetry was, but he grew tired of that quickly, it seems.




Across the street the Crappy Caddy has finally left. I'm not sure where it is; I didn't notice it parked down the street in front of some other poor neighbor's house at any rate. Instead, we see the crapacious Work Truck from Hell is still in residence. Also in attendance is Little Sister's Old Car. It was parked a couple doors down from us for about four months straight with a "For Sale" sign in the window. Apparently she's not bright enough to either put an ad somewhere to sell the thing or that there isn't enough traffic on our block to bring in a sucker--I mean--potential buyer for the heavily-used car. Beavis finally washed the residue of four months of weather off the car this past weekend. Oh joy.

Other visitors include some guy with a huge bright orange work truck. It's obnoxious in just about every way. The woman with the Volvo who has dealings with Beavis is still a regular visitor. Sometimes she visits carting an infant with her; I hope to god that the brat isn't also Beavis's. We also get the ebb and flow of people who stop by for short amounts of time and then quickly leaving. I can never see exactly what they're doing. Beavis's mommy has visitors come by and cart her to work and back. Lovely!

Just When I Thought I Could Park...

...in front of my own house again. I came home last night from practice to find Beavis' worktruck parked not only in front of the house, but parked so that no one could park in front or behind that hideous piece of crap:















You can see the other peesachit truck that was previously parked in front of the house is now across the street in front of Beavis' mommy and daddy's house.















Selfish prick:















Here's the rest of the flock of cars that Beavis has. The Volvo belongs to some chick whom I fear is dating Beavis. I used to think she was one of his suspected customers, but she's there too often now to be just that. Idiot.















For a couple of weeks he or his miscreant buddies would park so that the space could fit two cars. That wasn't to last very long, I guess.

I wonder if he himself realizes that being in one's thirties and having to live with one's parents officially makes him a loser. His glory days were over ten years ago in high school. Yikes.

Too Good to Last...

I knew it couldn't last long...

The temptation for Beavis to leave an open space in front of our house was too great to resist. He parked his hideous worktruck in front of the house yesterday:














We're going to be gone for the weekend, and I expect to see that fuxxing monstrosity still sitting there on Sunday when we get back. Oh joy, oh rapture.

He's still having "visitors" at all hours, too. Makes me feel real safe, y'know?

A Sure Sign of the Apocalypse

I looked out my window when I sat down to work this morning and saw an amazing sight:














WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?! Beavis moved the truck!!!


Today it's parked on mom and dad's lawn:















I must say, I'm floored. Beyond floored.

I don't know what to do. I've actually kept my car where it is to see if Beavis moves the truck back in front of the house. He might leave it on the lawn for the day and move it by tomorrow night. Who knows. In preparation, Beavis' next door neighbor already put out his trash bins so that Beavis can't put the truck in front of his house.

Smart move!

















At least I got photos of this momentous event.

Long Time, No Update

Sorry for the lack of updates. Beavis has apparently given up anything resembling a day job and is pretty much lurking about mommy and daddy's house on a full-time basis. I have to be more crafty on getting photos without him noticing.

The husband and I talked to one of Beavis' next door neighbors, who pointed out something that I was suspecting a few weeks ago. We think Beavis is now a low-level drug dealer. Why do you think that, Sherlock? you may be asking.

Good question. What do you think about the following:

He doesn't seem to have a job of any sort.

He's on his cel phone a LOT.

He has creepy people come by the house at all hours, parking haphazardly, and most don't stick around for too long.

He's been seen sitting in the cars of these creepy people for various lengths of time at all hours.

There have been a wide variety of said cars...from 2o year old Toyotas to brand-spankin' new Mercedes.

Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Makes ya think, don't it? Without any better evidence, I don't really know what to do about my suspicions, though.

Here's some quick photos I took today:

What's missing from this photo? Beavis' big ol' crappy "work truck"! It disappeared yesterday, and I had thought he'd actually gotten the thing running and was out of the house for the weekend. Nope, no suck luck...the truck is gone, but he came out of the house just as I was finishing up my photographing for the day. Yesterday there was a car battery sitting on the curb where the blue trashcan is currently sitting. Snazzy!
















Here we have shot numero uno of the bed of the Peesachit truck that's still parked in front of our house. Notice how he's gotten rid of the previous junk, but has added what appears to be the top of an air conditioner:















Shot numero two-o:















And hey! what's this? Beavis actually managed to fix the trunk of his Crappy Caddy so that he doesn't need a carjack keeping the lid closed for the time being. The car hasn't moved at all since the last time I posted. In fact, it got a ticket a couple of weeks ago. Beavis apparently doesn't care about that, as the car remains in entropic perpetuity.

Body Parts

As I type this afternoon, neighborboy Beavis and three absolutely brilliant mechanix are trying to pull a Lazarus on Beavis' work truck, which is rotting in front of his mommy and daddy's house. Earlier today I got some pix of the body parts from some unknown vehicle that he's been leaving in his other peesachit truck still parked and unmoving in front of our house and parts scattered on the front lawn of mommy and daddy's house.

I don't know where the cannibalized parts came from, or where they're going. But for now they're in the back of the pickemuptruck:












Here's the worktruck. Notice the body parts in the back. The broom leaning against the back really adds something, doesn't it?












A view from the front. Notice that the hood isn't closed all the way. I think it's because of the thing on the ground between the truck and the backend of the Crappy Caddy.











The Crappy Caddy is stylin' with that piece of plankwood leaned up against it. I swear if I knew a kid young enough I'd still try to enter the poor car in to Pimp My Ride.












Now this is hot. We got the carjack holding the trunk lid down. We have the...thing on the ground from the worktruck. We have a piece of wood crammed in on the side of the trunk lid. Why? I don't know, but I'm lovin' it!












Closeup of the thing from the worktruck. Does anyone know what it is? I think Beavis and gang are trying to replace it this afternoon.











I tried to get a photo of the aforementioned Sundance Channel STAFF lanyard in the peesachit truck, but all I got was my own reflection. I think I need to wait for a sunny day in the morning for a good shot at it.

Beavis has been, uh, working late into the night. Well, if you call hanging out with one's friends with the truck hood open "working". I thought I heard glass breaking last night. I haven't checked to see if that's the case...yet. What a loser.

Vanity, thy name is "Beavis"

Thursday was a big day for ol' neighborboy Beavis. He did some major rearranging of the back of the non-running peesachit truck.

Gone is the dog crate, the wood crate, the spare tire, and the plastic bag in the spare tire. The surfboard has now been joined by what appears to be a car hood and two wall mirrors. Click on the photos below for a better look...


As you can see, things have opened up in the truck bed:











Here's the first mirror:











You can just make out the edge of the second mirror under the car hood-thingy. The blue thing is the old bottle of motor oil:












I also noticed a lanyard hanging from the rearview mirror in the truck cab that said, Sundance Channel STAFF.

Huh. I never would've guessed that Beavis was capable of finding work with someplace like the Sundance Channel. Makes me wonder how he came across that little gem. I might try to get a photo of it in the morning, when I have less trouble with the window reflection wrecking my photo attempts.

Crate

Last week a crate was added to the peesachit truck bed. I don't know what it's from, but I'm guessing some sort of machinery once lived in the crate.











It looks like the green metal thingy that may be used to fertilize lawns was moved to accomodate the crate. The plastic bag inside the tire is still there, though.











I had to snap these pictures quickly. Beavis wasn't working last week, and tended to lurk about in his daddy's front yard much of the day while I was slaving over a hot animation desk trying to get my work done.

Junk in the Trunk

Here's a slight update of the inventory that's stashed in the truckbed of the never-moving pick'emup truck:











As you can see, the surfboard, tire, and plastic bag are still in attendance. Added to the fray is that green...thing in the upper righthand corner of the photo. I think it's used to distribute fertilizer on lawns, but I'm not sure. Also added is the yellow coffee cup. At first, it was sitting on the hood of the pickemup truck, but Beavis figured out that it belongs in the truckbed before I could get a pic of it still on the hood. Slick! The red rag might be new, but I'm not sure.

Edit: oooooh, now that I look, the green thing has been there for awhile...it's just made its way to the surface, apparently trying to claw its way out of the hell it finds itself in. The cup is definitely new, and seems resigned to its fate.

For Those Who Need to Get Up to Speed...

From March 23, 2006:

This morning Beavis, the obnoxious neighbor from across the street who insists on leaving his non-running peesa-chit pick'em up truck parked in front of our house, was trying yet again to keep the damn thing running while not actually moving it. Apparently he has a new girl, too. She looks to be the type that inspired the phrase, "tramp stamp" for the tattoo on the small of her back.

Note: I'm not saying that all women who have a tatt on the small of their backs are tramps, but this one certainly looks to be of the "tramp" variety, especially since she's knockin' boots with Beavis.










The husband actually had a conversation with her a few weeks ago when he put his old computer monitor out on the front lawn to see if it would be taken by someone, anyone, who might want a free monitor(they didn't, and so we have to dispose of the damned thing some other way). She asked if the monitor worked, he said not really, she looked disappointed and wandered off. The husband also said she'd be perfect for roller derby. Ha!


Below is a photo of Beavis' Crappy Caddy that's been parked in front of Mommy and Daddy's house for about a month without moving. Note the crap piling up in the back seat. I think some of that crap was piled in the cab of the Peesa-chit truck, but it's hard to keep track of the flotsam and jetsam that is Beavis' trash.











Another photo of the Crappy Caddy. Note the paper plate on rear window. The cheapo carjack that's keeping the trunk lid closed. The strip of duct tape that didn't work in keeping the trunk closed previous to the carjack being placed on the trunk lid. This just screams class, doesn't it? If he wasn't so old, he could've gone on Pimp My Ride with this thing and actually have something interesting done to it.











This afternoon I came back from running a couple of errands to see that Beavis has finished maintaining the Peesachit truck for the day, and has left a memento in the form of a plastic bag on our lawn. How thoughful!












I wanted to return the favor, so I took the plastic bag and threw it in the bed of the truck, where it's joining another recent acquisition, a tire. It looks so good just laying up against that crapacious surfboard, don't you think?











From March 9, 2006:

Still no news about the Derby Dolls going to SXSW, so I thought that while I'm going insane with waiting, I'd share neighbor Beavis' Entropy project.

Here we have his peesa-crap pick'em up truck parked out in front of my house. It's been there for around six weeks. It doesn't look too bad from a distance.




When one approaches the vehicle, one notices the trashbags full o' crap that are in the cab:



The sticks, dirt, and bird crap that adorn the exterior are quite becoming, don't you think?


In the truck bed there's a surfboard, doggie carrier, old oil container, sticks, and of course a Top Ramen wrapper.



Beavis' other entropy project is his Crappy Caddy. I think it might actually run, whereas the peesa-crap truck's battery is still dead. Take special note of the tie-down that's keeping the trunk closed:


If there's anyone out there that thinks that rednecks don't live in Los Angeles, they need to meet Beavis. The only difference between him and a Deliverance character is that I think Beavis has more than one tooth.