It's astounding. Here it is, Saturday Morning, and the brilliant minds at
Annoy Jeffrey Inc.* found a new tool for their destruction of
South Temple (the road in front of my apartment that is now a grand carnival of various Caterpillar machines) that beeps like my alarm clock. This thing was going off every couple of minutes, I assume starting at 7:30. I finally pull out of bed at 10:00 am after a late night of
Beth Orton and Beer. It's not long before they notice me up and moving about and all the machines fall silent. They've done their job.
* (For reference, see the great short
Annoy Kaufman, Inc. by George S. Kaufman, which can be found in
Fierce Pajamas, An Anthology of Humor Writing from The New Yorker).