Good Morning Starshine

The earth says hello. Today the Space Cadet slept all day until 5pm. He only has 1 beer left for tonight. Yes, only 1. He never left the house today. He's been sitting on his ass all evening and I suspect he will continue sitting on his ass long into the night staring at his computer amid the piles of rotting filth in his room.

Lifestyles Of The Mentally Ill

Today Bob slept all day until 5pm. He took a shower then walked to the corner deli to buy a 6 pack. He only has 14 beers left from last night's 30 pack. I guess he's going to make due with only 20 beers for tonight and tomorrow night. You can't buy alcohol here on Sunday. Maybe he's got some of that cheap looking vodka that comes in a big plastic bottle to supplement his beer.

The Space Cadet has to appear in Bridgeport Superior Court on March 27th at 9:30am. He'll probably drive his uninsured car to court to answer the 'no insurance' charge.

Earth Calling Bob...over

So today around noon the police finally show up looking for Bob. I had to show them my driver's license to prove I wasn't Bob. They have a summons to give Bob for driving without insurance stemming from his accident of a few weeks ago. It was the Fairfield police, I guess the accident happened just over the town line in Fairfield so they're handling the case. I gave them the address where the Space Cadet works. They said they'll either go to his work or come back here later tonight. I don't think the Space Cadet will be driving his uninsured rust bucket for a while.

**Update** Wednesday 3/14 11am: The police never came back here last night and the Space Cadet drove his uninsured rust bucket to work this morning as usual. I guess reality will have to wait. The wheels turn very slowly in hell. If you're driving, be careful. The Space Cadet is driving around uninsured on 4 hours sleep, probably still half drunk from the night before. He has an early 1980s type white Chevy Chevette. The front end is smashed in and you can here him coming from a mile away as it has no exhaust system.

***Final Update*** So the police finally came back at 10am today, Thursday 3/15. Bob was still sleeping even though he's supposed to be at work at 10. I woke Bob up, "Oh Bob, someone's here for you". He comes down the stairs 10 minutes later and sees a cop standing there. The look on the Space Cadet's face was priceless. So the cop gave him a court summons for not having insurance. The kicker is, they didn't tow or even boot his car so he still drove it to work after the cop left. So my fellow Bridgeporters be wary, the Space Case is still driving around in his uninsured Chevy Chevette rust bucket.

Star Trek -Spaced Out- The Voyage To Hell

So Sunday night was another peaceful night here with the mentally ill scumbag from hell. Sunday he slept all day until 5pm, he spent an hour in the bathroom then he sat on his ass and spaced out until it was time to start pounding beers. He was up until 4am stumbling around intoxicated. I got woken up at 3am when he did a body slam into the pile of cans and trash in his room. He left for work at 10:15 this morning, he's supposed to be at work at 10. Good thing his friend is the boss.

Here's the view from the captain's chair on the bridge of the Starship Moron. It's mission is to space out, get drunk, voyage nowhere and seek out nothing. This is where the Space Cadet sits on his ass all night drinking and spacing out. Oh, he does get up sometimes to pee and get more beer from the fridge downstairs. Sometimes he manages to walk down the stairs without falling and sometimes he manages to pee into the toilet.



View to the left. Most of the stuff is stuck to the floor.



View behind the captain's chair. Getting to and from the chair is a tricky maneuver when you're plastered at 4am. It takes the Space Cadet about 10 minutes to get from the chair to the door late at night as this involves tripping and falling down on the trash piles several times during the journey. Too bad Spock can't be there to hold him up. Careful, those cans on the floor are half full and what's inside them don't smell too good.



View to the right of the captain's chair. Cigarette anyone? Just toss them on the floor when you're done. This is also one of the food storage piles. Why throw it out when the mold and flies will eat it for you?

Living In Outer Space

I recently learned more about the space cadet's car accident of a few weeks ago. Apparently he turned in front of someone who had the right of way. The other car hit Bob's rust bucket, then went into a tree. I guess the damage to the other car was extensive, it had to be towed. I saw the tree there has a big chunk taken out of it. Bob was ticketed for an improper turn.

The space cadet gave the police and the other driver his insurance card...he failed to inform them that the policy was cancelled in June '06 for non-payment. I guess the police don't check into the insurance status as Bob is still driving the uninsured car daily. This happened 3 weeks ago. A couple letters have come from the insurance companies but otherwise no action has been taken.

I thought it was a crime to drive uninsured in CT but the cops don't seem to be concerned. Bob is just ignoring it like everything else. He hasn't opened any of the insurance letters, they're on the stack now with the unopened utility bills and collection notices. I guess the other driver will have to collect from his own insurance company or try to sue Bob. When you ignore things, they sometimes just go away.

Cooking With The Mentally Ill

Bob's mental illness is in full swing. Sunday night the space cadet stayed up all night drinking until dawn. He didn't go to work on Monday, he slept all day until 6pm, then went out for more beer.

Today the space cadet started boiling a pork roast at 6pm, it's now past 11pm and it's still boiling away. It's like a 2 pound piece of meat. It was cooked through about 4 hours ago. When the water boils off, he just adds more and keeps boiling. The whole house is steamed up and everything stinks like meat. I'll have to re-wash all my clothes tomorrow.

Automobile Driving In Zero Gravity

The space cadet had a car accident sometime yesterday. I noticed this morning the front of his Chevette is smashed in. The front lights on one side are hanging loose by the wires and dragging the ground. The front, left body panel is flapping out like an opened tin can. He still drove it to the store today like this to get food. I don't expect him to fix it anytime soon. I don't know what happened as Bob doesn't speak. Too bad he ignored the insurance payments.

Space Cadet

Here's an artist rendering of my roommate Bob. He is drawn from life, drinking beer on his space cruiser far from earth.

Bob, Space Cadet - Mission To Mars

The space cadet is a registered republican....yeah, he actually votes. He voted for Bush Jr. twice. The lazy, drug addict, hamburger brain, sponge is a right winger. Like a lot of right wing types, he doesn't practice what he preaches.

I tend to vote Democrat. I belong to MoveOn . I don't hold anything against anyone for being a republican. A lot of my friends are republicans and my father is a registered republican. Being ignorant doesn't make you a bad person. You have my sympathy....honestly though, I'm just being nice, I have no sympathy for you.

Pity Party at Your House

If any of you do-gooder bleeding hearts out there feel you should help Bob, it can possibly be arranged. At some point in the future, Bob will either need a new place to live or a new roommate. You can move in here at hell house or Bob could be moved into your home.

Please note: I will not be held liable for any psychological or emotional stress you may receive, nor will I be held liable for any damages to your home, personal property or bodily injury/death that may occur.

If you'd like to move in here, the rent is $1,200.00/month (the rent is due to be increased soon though). You would be splitting this with the space cadet, so your monthly amount is $600.00. You will have to put down 2 months rent when moving in. You would have to pay the entire electric bill each month. One perk is you will receive free natural gas service.

If you're kind enough to let Bob move into your home, just be aware he doesn't have any money for a security deposit. It would be very nice if you'd let him live rent-free at your home as he could lose his job at any time. Helping out others can be a joy in itself.

The Drunken Gourmet

One of my faults is always speaking too soon. Blogger still doesn't work for me. There seems to be only a few brief moments each day when the site works. I can't view any blogs on here except through my ISP browser and even then I can't view or leave comments. I guess you get what you pay for....nothing.

Bob is very hard at work slammin beers and peeing at 15 minute intervals right now. Bob is obsessed with sitting and staring at his computer. This is his only activity outside of work. If food and beer were delivered to his chair each day, I believe he would remain sitting in the chair 24/7, the rest of his life until the coroner took him away.

Bob can't do his 5 hour oven bakes anymore because the oven is broken. It heats up to temperature, then shuts off, doesn't come back on. It's probably just the sensor inside is caked with grease as the oven has never been cleaned. Bob is too lazy and stupid to figure it out.

The space cadet spoke to me yesterday for the first time in several months. Around midnight he asked me where the can opener was. Two weeks ago, I packed away everything I owned that was in the kitchen. I don't think Bob has noticed this yet. I owned the can opener. I told Bob I haven't seen it lately, no response.. end of conversation.

When I moved in here I had a new set of pretty nice stainless untensils, they've all mostly disappeared now. They're probably buried in Bob's rat-hole room, I won't be looking for them. He ruined half of my cookware from burning stuff in it. Anything that was glass is now full of chips and permanently stained.