The computer? Who owns it, and why the fuck does anyone else get a say in when or how it is used? The music/noise thing is easy. Desires of the gainfully employed people with a rigid sleeping schedule > desires of unemployed deadbeat assholes or any guest. If everybody's got a jobby job, sleepy time is "no loud goddamn noises" time, even if that means nobody's music ever gets turned up above the volume of normal speech. Ya gotta confront and get ugly about this shit right away.
Well, the computer is Scott's, Scott being the guy whose name is on the lips of the landlord. I kick him down $200/mo for couch space at the moment, on account of: I'm on disability, on account of: I'm legally blind until such time as I get a screenplay sold and have the $5 grand it would cost to fix the eye that's fix-able. So right now, my "gainful employment" consists of selling short stories and trying to sell something bigger. Yes, my life sucks balls right now. I'm working on fixing that, but that don't change the ball-sucking nature of my current circumstances.
Looks like you need to cook some eggs. Turn the burner on high, crack the eggs in (doesn't matter if you get shell in them) and leave them till they catch fire. That WILL get their attention, and possibly make them leave for a while.
Roommate rant, revisited: Another of the roommates has apparently developed an affliction in which he is forced to belch non-stop under the following condition: He is awake. It's fucking disgusting. Now, I'm a guy -- I'll applaud and/or laugh at a good belch. A. good belch. But when it's to the point where the dude sounds like a rutting pig (and I mean 'rutting' in both the literal barnyard-animal-behavior sense and the Firefly-curse-word sense) then it's just nauseating. Turns your stomach nauseating fucking gross. Disturbing, even. I've asked him to stop. He says he can't help it. But god damn it, it's literally making me physically fucking ill.
this thread pretty much illustrates why i've opted to stay with the parents whilst i save up for a house (and probably still live with them after i've bought the house and rent it out...) i tolerate my cat, my lovers and my parents. anyone else is going have their body parts nailed to something after a day. on the other hand i don't like living in an empty house, as when i'm alone for any length time i get... odd. which is great for creativity, bad for handling reality and makes the neighbours nervous. so unless i plan to go to jail for murder, or the funny farm for dancing nekkid in the garden making monkey noises, i'm at home until i find the girl i'm going to settle down with
Tell me about it. I'm awake three hours before I need to be at church after coming home only, lettsee, 6 hours ago. My house mate (whose room is right next to mine and is divided with a paper thin wall) decided to get up and start hacking up a lung right outside my door. Literally it was *cough* *cough* and then some inhuman sound like he was going to upchuck his entire inner respiratory system, for the last half hour.
If I ever found myself single again, I would never have a roomate. I've roomed with close friends before and we almost weren't friends afterwards!
