[Uryoces]

Personal responsibility: Wave at my neighbors and say "hi!" even if they stand at stare at me with the intensity of a dog studying a hedghog. At least the neighbor's dogs wag thier tails when I pull up in my car.

So Seattle had this hippy night "Block Party Night" thing last fall. I arrived at my street in Ballard to find it blocked with barracades, and the denizens seated in lawnchairs and tables porking out and laughing it up. They're staring at me like I've just yelled, "Who wants cake!?", and I'm giving them that "You screwheads know that I live here!!!" look.

So I pulled around to the other side of the block where no one was loitering and drove over the barricade [folding, no damage] and pulled into my driveway.

Maybe it's me. Maybe it's my fault for not reading the paper and refusing to watch the news, but if the morons are that dedicated to the block party premise they need to flyer the neighborhood or make arrangements to let the entire block know about it, and indeed invite them.