To my upstairs neighbor: Don't pound on the floor if you think my TV is too loud.

It isn't and you are being an asshole. It's 9 o'clock in the morning and I really don't care if you are sleeping off a drunk. That's plenty late. And it is not my fucking problem. I also don't care if you are a cop. You are a piece of shit and I can't wait to leave here.

I don't drink, I go to bed by midnight and if someone's TV woke me up at 9am I'd be pounding on the floor too.

That is, in fact, too early to have the TV loud. General rules of apartment decorum (in my experiences)...before 10:30am, keep sustained noise below 40dB. (That's about 25% louder than a whisper-quiet library/30% below normal conversational volume.) A good test, stand 15' away from your TV (or in another room, away from the doorway). If you can still hear it audibly and clearly, it's too loud.

No offense to the OP, but 9 AM is kind of early on a Sunday morning. For some people, Sunday is the only day they have to sleep in.

But then again, I'm not there, so I have no idea if the TV is too loud or not.

Personally, I would err on the side of being quiet.

I hear their shit ALL the time and never complain. So fuck these assholes.

They are just being a pain in the ass and they have been since they moved in. I no longer give a shit anyway.

if there aren't any already. The last apartment I had I think it was 9:00pm-10:00am.

The assholes on one side of me start their music after 10:00pm. I don't care if they want to play a bass guitar during the day, I can turn up my TV/music if I have it on and drown it out on the weekend. I have called the police on them several times, including 4:00am for REALLY loud guitar playing and what sounded like a bongo drum. I have rearranged my furniture in an awful way to get my bed as far away from the shared wall as possible. The ceiling fan in my bedroom squeaks and I have to have it on every night because it will drown out the low level music that wakes me up around 3:00am. Sort of a free white noise machine. I also informed the condo association about the night I was laying in bed and heard someone on the other side of the wall yell (apparently on the phone since there were no other voices I heard) that Phil had a $2500 debt and 20 minutes to pay up or he was getting his throat ripped out. That gave me a pretty good idea how they can afford to live anywhere without apparently having jobs (if I'm home sick, later or earlier than normal I also hear music so I don't see much time for a job let alone sleep) along with the number of different vehicles that stop by for about 15 minutes. I tried moving my mattress into my other bedroom but most of their 'visits' occur at night and all the outside activity was then waking me up so it was worse than my original bedroom.

Porn music at 9:00 AM on a Sunday is NOT appealing x(

then my (ex-)girlfriend bought this CD called Pornosonic (It's a collection of music from 70's porn films). I have no idea where she found it. Those were some good mornings. :shrug:

We used to play the CD sometimes, make moaning noises and jump on the bed.

Ah...good times.

So now I am running the dishwasher. I hope they can hear it.

They lived downstairs and actually called the police on me! :silly: They called on me all the frigging time for just living there! What total assholes they were! I wasn't yelling on the phone... just talking and they carried on their vendetta against me until I finally moved out but I got them back good one day! I came home from work and she was playing a Tammy Wynette song ("I'm Sorry") :eyes: super loud at @ 4 PM and so, I called the police, as the police always took her side when she'd call but she'd turn down her music before they arrived and so, I always looked like the instigatior! But this day I called and asked if it was to early to complain about noise and they said, "If we can hear it from the street in the cruiser, we'll say something to her." So, they pulled up and went straight to her door, as the whole neighborhood could hear it! :rofl: She was sooo pissed off but never called the police again and the two cops actually came up to my Apt. and apologized that she had been doing this all along and they had blamed me! It was a good day! :D

They have done that to me too. I am not going to monitor the TV constantly for volume because it changes so much from channel to channel from commercials to the show.

They just need to get over themselves.

Some kind of treadmill or exercise bike or something. Kind of a rhythmic whine that sounds like a belt moving. Or I guess it could be something kinky going on. LOL. Usually they seem to exercise fairly late at night but it seems to last like 30 minutes or so. I don't really care about that. I don't even really care about loud music or TV unless it's really late.

I can't call the cops on them because he IS is cop, so they do whatever the hell they want to. I've been harassed since they moved in and it really isn't fun at all.

blasting the Mormon Tabernacle Choir the whole time! This guy never went to church, but for some reason had to hear the Mo Tabs every Sunday when the weather was nice. I was working nightshift at the time, and though I didn't usually work on Saturdays, my inner clock was always set to get up late in the mornings and stay up till 2 or 3 AM...

have a neighbor that would always crank up Barry Manilow tunes after work. It would srown out the tv in my apartment. After a few weeks of this I decided to retaliate with some music of my own and she called the police on me. They tell me that they had a complaint and I responded that I also had a complaint for them. They went to talk to my neighbor and voila, no more loud Barry Manilow tunes.

But that's just me, very conscious of trying not to force my crap on other people when they have no chance of escape.

We usually keep the sound down to zero and turn on the captions.

Now I'll be damned if we can figure out the newfangled HD machines when they switch over to digital next year though - their CC isn't working through HDMI.

Hawkeye-X

From the noise makers to the noise complainers to the laundry room hogs, parking space swipers, ad nauseum. I often felt at the time that instead of having to call the cops, it would be nice if we could call some sort of social worker to come around and explain to certain people the basic concepts of how to live amongst other human beings.