Sunday, September 30, 2007


If you haven't already, go see Mike Judge's Idiocracy. Once you do, you'll fully understand our dear neighbor Beavis and our frustration with him, for it is that movie being played out in real life, right across the street from our house!

Here's the most pertinent part of the film for your viewing pleasure, so that you get what I'm talking about...btw, the language is NSFW:

Get it now? Beavis is Clevon.

He's on Babymama #3, as far as we know. He doesn't see the other two kids he has very often, as far as we know. An upstanding father figure, to be sure. Babymama #3 is feisty. She argues with Beavis a lot out in front of his mommy and daddy's house. Sometimes they're hauling their baby around while screaming. Sometimes she's just smoking while he's angrily throwing baby furniture in and out of his peesachit truck...yelling all the while. It's great to watch while I'm working. I get a great view from the window in the art room.

I've only seen Babymama #3 up close once. I shuddered. She's not old...late twenties, perhaps. However, she has a face that perfectly describes the saying, Rode Hard and Put Away Wet. Oof! I think she's definitely the type where she saw Beavis and said to herself, The Other Girls don't understand him. I'LL change him and make him the Perfect Man! She's failed, so far. And the frustration is beginning to show on her haggard, worn features. I can't wait to see how this all plays out.

To add to the fun, I saw something interesting a couple of weeks ago. I was working in the art room(damn freelance!), and I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye. It was one of Beavis' twerpy friends running up to their house, and he quickly ran inside. Then, a large SUV with four large Mexicans drove up and screeched to a stop and got out of the car and studied the front door to Beavis' parents' house. Beavis' daddy came outside. Beavis ran up. Babymama #3 fluttered behind. I don't know what the twerpy friend did, but the large Mexicans didn't like it, apparently. However, they were thwarted by Beavis and his daddy, and they eventually drove off. Beavis' twerpy friend ran out of the house five minutes later and jumped into Beavis' peesachit truck, where Babymama #3 and Beavis were already waiting for him, ready to go. They drove off.

End of story?

Well, the next day Beavis' peesachit truck had its windshield smashed out. Ooopsie! Apparently the large Mexicans don't like being told, No, you can't go in and smash the little twerp who just ran into that house over there. Ok, bye-bye! The large SUV and the large Mexicans therein haven't been back since, as far as I know. Unfortunately Beavis parked his truck in his parents' driveway so that I couldn't get a photo of the smashed windshield before he fixed it. Ah well, I'm sure it'll happen again, knowing him!

So depending on my photographic wherewithall, I hope to record more of Idiocracy in Action. It almost makes me want to have a kid to try to counteract this crap. Almost.

Too Long

Yes, I know it's been too long since I've updated the Entropy Project. Here's the latest...

Beavis' peesachit truck hasn't been in front of our house for a couple of months now. Occasionally one of his "friends" will park in front of our house, but it hasn't lasted long.

I think our success has to do with Beavis' latest Babymama more than our keeping one of our vehicles in front of our house. She's living with him and his mommy and daddy now. Hilarity ensues! I'm going to make a separate post about this next.

Anyway, back to the entropy! As a refresher, here's Beavis' worktruck and his sister's endlessly For Sale VW:

Aaaaand here they are, now:

See the difference? Wait, there is a difference:

The front wheel has been off of the worktruck for a couple of weeks now. I don't know what happened, as the truck hasn't moved in months. One day Beavis and a couple of his buddies took the wheel off, threw it into the back of the peesachit truck, and that's all I wrote.

Here's Beavis being a Social Butterfly a few months ago with some jerkwad in a Beetle in the middle of the street:

The jerkwad was constantly going up and down the street and stopping to talk to Beavis for a few weeks at a time. I think he's gone though. Again, I think the Babymama had something to do with it.

And last but certainly not least:

The ol' "Let's-park-in-front-of-the-fire-hydrant-because-we're-incredibly-stoopid" buddy. I don't know what the f#ck it is with this guy. He visits Beavis a lot. Sometimes he'll sleep in the cab of the truck if Beavis isn't home. Oh, and notice in this particular photo, the red car that's double-parked by the white pickup. Jeezus!