The worst was at parties at the frat house when the TP would run out and anything would be used by girls, including the titty mags.

>Royal Gold was the sh!t!

 

You might remember that they actually used to make Royal Gold 25, although I don't think I actually ever shot with it.  It was the first to get discontinued, probably in 2000.  Kodachrome 25 got cancelled in I think 2001, that stuff was incredible.  Royal Gold had narrower exposure latitude but perhaps higher contrast than Gold (sort of like T-grain versus Tri-X) and btw there was nothing wrong with Kodak Gold, usually just the photographer.  However Royal Gold didn't look very good with an on-camera flash...and neither do most digital images! 

 

 

>Trust me, that is NOTHING!

 

Oh I know, but I thought this sample was a sufficient conversation-starter. 

 

 

>house when the TP would

 

Yeah we're running low right now around here...

 

>Royal Gold was the sh!t!

 

You might remember that they actually used to make Royal Gold 25, although I don't think I actually ever shot with it.  It was the first to get discontinued, probably in 2000.  Kodachrome 25 got cancelled in I think 2001, that stuff was incredible.

 

To follow this digression farther off-topic - I agree. I was a loyal fan of Kodak films until they discontinued the ones I liked best. I had a 24x36 print made from a 35mm Royal Gold 100 negative shot with a Nikon FM and very sharp 35mm wide angle lens, and it was crisp and virtually grain-free.

 

I learned about the discontinuance when I tried to buy some at Central Camera in Chicago. The salesman suggested some others to try, and that was when I established a new love relationship with Fuji Reala 100.

 

For transparencies my favorite became Fuji Provia 100F; in 35mm I think it sort of mimics the old Kodachrome 10 (pre-1962) - strong saturation and fine grain. I like it better in medium format; the contrast seems a little more manageable than the 35mm, and it handles reds beautifully. Scanned and converted to grayscale, it makes some butt-kicking black and white prints, too. The grain is so fine that medium format Provia 100F prints as nicely as 4x5 TMax 100.

 

I'll shut up now, so y'alls can get back to topic.

 

I still have a vivid mental image of stopping by unexpectedly at a house I rented to some students, on a Saturday night. The first thing I saw was a guy on his hands and knees, headed for the bathroom as fast as he could crawl and not making it.

 

I had major repairs after that bunch moved out. The living room and dining room floors sloped two inches toward the center of the house. How do you crack an 8x8 sill that supports the first floor? What they called "dancing" amounted to fifty or sixty people jumping up and down in time with a beat. It's a wonder they didn't collapse the house.

Yeah, $155/mo total. 

 

>A wheel barrel in the hous and that floor is mess

 

We were "bringing the outdoors, indoors". 

 

Lol, where do you pay that rent in 2001?  The tip of Alaska?  Add another 0 to that number and TRIPLE it you get the cost of what we pay for a house per month.  And even that's still within reason.

 

I need to find these places where monthly rent is the same as living in a homeless shelter (technically a transitional facility) for a month.  The shelter a block from where I work charges $80/month for a bed and shower lol

I guess 2001 back when Kodak was still making Royal Gold

 

Totally off topic, but Royal Gold was the sh!t!

 

A wheel barrel in the hous and that floor is mess. I'm sick, just looking at that floor.

 

Trust me, that is NOTHING! :lol: My house during senior year Pt. 1 would have completely black floors after socials or big parties. You couldn't see any white linoleum. And don't even get me started on the night we had not one, not two, not three, but FOUR vomit piles in various places of the house after a sorority social/after hours. How that sh!t happens is beyond me. There were two frickin' bathrooms and plenty of places to throw up outside. The best was one of the chicks actually made it to the bathroom but threw up all over the bathtub instead of the toilet.

 

 

Dude we've gone through like 30 swiffer wet-jet pads in the past few weeks. Thank God for those things. From now on, whoever comes over often is helping to clean!

This is how I roll:

 

That is the cleaning mop and mop bucket I've ever seen!

Roommate in action:

 

 

 

Roommate in action:

 

 

 

 

I think you meant:

 

Roommate inaction.

Quick! While he's asleep! Get the mallet and wooden stake!

I thought vampires were svelt and stylish?

One thing is inevitable when living with someone else. The Thermostat Cold-War. You come in the house, it's too cold. You turn the heat up. They end up turning it back down. Repeat. No one really discusses the actions of any other party, though. In fact, months could go by before someone says, "Did you turn the heat on? Are you crazy? It's too hot in here/ are you paying the electric bill this entirely, this month?!"

I just was thinking the other day how many damn people I've lived with. It's now over 60, and many of them were strangers before I met them. 60 people in nine years seems like too many. There has been no stability in my life!

 

Luckily, it has worked out pretty well and I learned a lot. I've lived with with men, women, gays, straights, ages 18-65, blacks, whites, fraternity, sorority, Chinese, Mexican, French, Australian, Filipino, Mongolian, Lebanese, Catholic, Muslim, Jewish, Protestant...the list just keeps on going. You learn a lot about people by living with them. I didn't know a lot of these people ahead of time and most of them ended up being cleaner and more responsible than the people I did know ahead of time! I think when you're not friends ahead of time, there is more pressure to be a good roommate. I've also made a lot of good friends with the people I've lived with.

 

My worst roommates were some of my closest friends. They totally took advantage of the pre-existing relationship and were dirty. I can't believe the living conditions in Athens. San Francisco rents meet cramped, code-violated Appalachian ghetto housing with non-stop parties/destruction. Athens was the biggest scam of any place I've lived.

I've learned that regardless of what state I'm in, if you're a rather attractive fellow never live with a gay guy (Cbus) or room with someone who's friend is a gay guy (Mpls), because there'll be that one night they come home piss drunk at 2-3AM, open your door making you wake up suddenly and be like "what the fuck is this?" and then there they are stumbling towards trying to mumble their pick up line (even really drunk I'm sure they knew it's an awkward situation by how awkward they were). They can barely stand and you have to just  drag their shirtless drunk ass out of your room and into the living space. And of course you can't go back to sleep and work really sucks the next day. And then of course on a daily basis: the towers of dirty dishes, loud weeknight shenanigans, tracking dirt and mud all over, and in general not being able to just go home or have a sense of "home", since the roomies will have their friends over and then it feels like you live in *their* home.

 

It really is worth the extra money to live alone even if it's someone you think you know and trust, like for over a decade, because sometimes even then they never send you your part of the deposit back and that's no fun. Now that I have my own studio again, I wonder why I ever strayed in the first place, but roommates in the future? Never again.

I've had both horror stories (never live in a frat house, especially in a town like Athens), but also have had good experiences. I'd say it's 50-50. What I learned is to do a lot of vetting, though in San Francisco, most of my roommates have been better than in Ohio (you have to be since it's so incredibly dense, walls are thin, and people go to bed really early). You just can't get away with much crap in the nation's most competitive market. You need to be a damn near perfect roommate to even have a chance of finding a place, and your past roommates will get phone calls to confirm this. Anyone who doesn't pull weight is not going to get a place in the city. I guess that's one blessing in a rental market this ridiculous. You may be competing with hundreds of people for every open bedroom, but that also means you're avoiding the really bad roommates.

 

Two places I had in downtown Athens were the perfect balance of party and clean, but almost everywhere else in that damn town ended up with losing the entire security deposit. If you get a good group in Athens, stick with them! Some of my best roommates all graduated since they were older than me, and it sucked.

 

I've had two gay roommates who were great (clean, knew how to respect limits, responsible, I'd give a good reference, etc.), but also a real creeper. Straight or gay, it doesn't matter. I've learned that vetting and reference checking has to be done with anybody. It's amazing how many adults don't do the basics like wash dishes. I'll also back having female roommates, though tread carefully. If you're used to walking around naked, it doesn't work. If you plan on sleeping together, it won't work (the problem is if you're both decently attractive, you're bound to get drunk and start making out one night). Girls I've lived with were higher-maintenence types, so they were very clean. That's my biggest thing. I don't have to be best friends with roommates, but I want roommates who take care of themselves and don't trash common areas. I also can never live with smokers again. Occasional weed smoking is OK, but cigs are terrible (it makes your asthma really bad). The problem you get into is that smoker roommates promise to always smoke outside, but as soon as you're gone, they smoke inside, or they just get really trashed and start smoking inside. I'll also never live with tobacco dippers again. In Athens, you had to be flexible on this so many damn people dip, but everywhere else I've lived, it's a lot less common of a problem. In Athens, it was common to come home to empty Natty cans filled with spit. It was disgusting and I don't know why people think it's cool.  Athens was the only place I've lived where not dipping put me in the minority. Even guys you'd never expect would bust out a can of Skoal after dinner and start spitting away. It could be a clean cut engineering major, and you wouldn't see it coming from a mile away. Hell, I even knew girls who dipped!

Oh God, I just thought of a funny roommate story. I never went to BG, but I had a lot of friends who did. For the most part, the town was very clean compared to Athens, but probably one of the worst things ever done was at a house party there. I met some friends there, and one of the roommates was so drunk, he started pissing inside the dishwasher!

 

PISSED in a dishwasher filled with clean dishes! In Athens, at parties, it was common for people to start pissing in trash cans as the night wore on, but BG is the only place I've heard of dropping a piss in a dishwasher.

Wow. Who f-ing does that?!

Oh God, I just thought of a funny roommate story. I never went to BG, but I had a lot of friends who did. For the most part, the town was very clean compared to Athens, but probably one of the worst things ever done was at a house party there. I met some friends there, and one of the roommates was so drunk, he started pissing inside the dishwasher!

 

PISSED in a dishwasher filled with clean dishes! In Athens, at parties, it was common for people to start pissing in trash cans as the night wore on, but BG is the only place I've heard of dropping a piss in a dishwasher.

 

What kind of Neanderthals do you people know??  Pissing in Garbage cans?  Apparently these people have no home training. 

I just got word that roommate #22 spent a week in the Hamilton County Justice Center after threatening his current roommates with a machete.  Having lived with the guy for about two years I could see that happening one day if someone pushed his buttons, which is apparently what happened, since his current roommates are apparently heroin addicts. 

I just got word that roommate #22 spent a week in the Hamilton County Justice Center after threatening his current roommates with a machete.  Having lived with the guy for about two years I could see that happening one day if someone pushed his buttons, which is apparently what happened, since his current roommates are apparently heroin addicts. 

 

What type of people do you live with?

 

What type of people do you live with?

 

 

He was the guy who played Guitar Hero for the full 8-month duration of his 2009 layoff.  I think that's when we also had the guy who was dishonorably discharged from the military living with us who abused whippets.  And not just any whippets -- adult "novelty" whippets purchased from The Cupboard up on Short Vine.  One day I came home and a racoon or maybe a frat guy had knocked our garbage can out onto the sidewalk and *dozens* of adult novelty whipped cream CO2 canister boxes were blowing across the sidewalk and into the street. 

 

I'd kick them out faster than my last a-hole roommate -- in 1989 when I lived in Kent. I told Deadbeat Dave if he wanted to stay he'd have to get psychological help first. He said, "OK, I'm moving out. And don't push me or I'll kill you." That's when I told him to be out by midnight or I'm calling the police. Deadbeat Dave promptly called his girlfriend (the generosity of women never ceases to amaze me) to borrow her pickup truck (yep, she was as trashy as him) and he packed up and left.

I'd kick them out faster than my last a-hole roommate -- in 1989 when I lived in Kent. I told Deadbeat Dave if he wanted to stay he'd have to get psychological help first. He said, "OK, I'm moving out. And don't push me or I'll kill you." That's when I told him to be out by midnight or I'm calling the police. Deadbeat Dave promptly called his girlfriend (the generosity of women never ceases to amaze me) to borrow her pickup truck (yep, she was as trashy as him) and he packed up and left.

Other than my best friend, all my room mates have been family so I never had to worry about "cray cray"!

Good that you don't have any cray cray in your family!

Good that you don't have any cray cray in your family!

 

Oh we have plenty of gente loca in my family.  It's just easier to deal with when it's family.

NY Post: I'm 40 & Have A Roommate & I Love It!

 

http://nypost.com/2016/05/19/im-40-and-have-a-roommate-and-i-love-it/

I've had a roommate the last year while living in Norfolk, VA. and I'm going to have 2 shortly when I move to San Francisco. Until I have a partner to live with, I'm completely content living with roommates. I actually enjoy it.

I don't think I could ever live with someone again (other than a romantic partner) now that I've lived alone for two years. I really enjoyed living with my best friends in grad school and other various friends throughout undergrad, but having my own space that I don't have to worry about is far too enticing. I don't want a lot of room (hence buying a 493 square foot studio) but don't want to share it with anyone who might have habits that grow old after awhile. I'd so much rather sacrifice space than have roommates.

Millennials typically spend $92,000 on rent before age 30:

 

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/m/b613a8b7-aa04-34ff-81d6-0d01971dbe2d/ss_millennials-are-spending.html

 

Come on people, get a roommate! 

 

I did the math and estimate that I paid $39,410 in rent between ages 20 and 30.  I had roommates the entire time.  Lots and lots of roommates. 

 

 

 

The flip side to saving money with a roommate is committing to a home you can't afford without their help.  That can really blow up in your face. 

The flip side to saving money with a roommate is committing to a home you can't afford without their help.  That can really blow up in your face. 

 

Yeah, I almost had that happen twice but avoided it both times. 

 

The worst roommate situation is when a roommate breaks up with his girlfriend, who is also living there.  A dark cloud settles over the homestead until one or both leave the premises. 

The worst is when your roommate gets a new girlfriend who is a psycho, and she has a pet who is also a psycho.