Today has been pretty decent, finally beat Spyro (15 years too late) and got the job at the Cash Store
“Call your local Televsion provider to order “90’s Gold” or tune to channel 400 for a preview!”
Maybe this is just Tumblr culture..but I do regularly see it everywhere I go, pretty much on all social media sites, and even with peers. What is it with my generation, that we (generalization) feel that society owes us something? More specifically- media, such as television shows. I ALWAYS see posts or overhear conversations about how 90’s was the best era. There is a lot you can talk about on the subject, but I’m just going to focus on Television.
I feel like a bit of a hypocrite, but I much rather enjoy TV shows, and networks from the 90’s, it’s not that the content was better, but just for purely nostalgic reasons. And yes, I do agree some shows are actually better than this generation, but I don’t hold their respective network in contempt.
Television networks, don’t necessarily “grow with us” they grow with the times. They appease the entertainment needs of that respective demographic. They need to relate, entertain and be current with the respective audience. What’s now considered relatable, marketable, “hip” is not the same as it was 15 years ago.
I personally feel that a lot of these networks still played the content that they did, 15 years ago..they no longer would be on the air. The current generation wouldn’t relate to it, or find it entertainable. At the end of the day, television networks are out to make money. The more viewers they have, the more positive feedback they have, the more money they make, the more shows with a similar content will be aired.
Think about it this way- this generation pisses and moans about about the cruel media, and how they took all the good shows away and replaced with marketable cookie-cutter garbage (along with music), you have to remember- the generation before us did the SAME THING with our generation. It’s a never ending cycle. Hey at least you get to watch all your favourite shows in your 50’s when they make a “Television Gold” station for us! Yay!..
I would like to mention that this post is a huge generalization, and not all people from my generation are like this, but I see it enough to make a post about it.
I thought I was okay with this break up, but the fact you mentioning about wanting to be intimate with someone, kinda stung. I know it’s a fact that I have to deal with, but it sucks. Straight up. I think why sleeping with that girl the other night was such an abhorrent experience, was because it wasn’t you. No way around it. Breaks up suck.
23-37 Sycamore Street - The Trailer - Part 4
One rule that I forgot to mention previously that I expressed before the guys moved in, was smoking conditions. All three of them were full time smokers, and I did not smoke. So we decided that Dustin’s room was the designated smoking area. However, that did not last. Anytime we would be sitting at the kitchen table, and the guys would get up to go to Dustin’s room for a smoke, I would say “Nah, it’s all good guys!” So then new rule became, no smoking in my room. However, that did not last. Same scenario, they leave to exit my room for a smoke, and I say “Nah, it’s all good guys!” Not too long after I started smoking.
Ever since the guys moved into the trailer, we usually had a few people over every other night for a few drinks, but have yet to had an actual party. We lived there for a couple of weeks, and felt that it was time to have our first real house-warming party.
I can’t remember who all was there. That night is a huge blur, I blacked out that night. I have only blacked out twice in my life. Once when I was 19 in a garage and I woke up with a “Skullet” and this time. One person in particular who was there, I remember her pretty clearly. Her name is Rachel. I actually use to live with her. At the trailer.
Before the guys moved in, My friend (ex-friend during this time period) moved in, and his girlfriend Rachel moved in as well not too long after. I’m not going into in great detail, thats for another story. Him and his girlfriend had to move out. He got fired from his job, couldn’t pay rent, fucked me over on bills, froze the pipes in the trailer, and lived off of Rachel’s money.
When we decided to throw this party, I asked Rachel to come. Pretty sure I was drunk when she showed up. I was drinking Wisers, and this was one of the first times I have had it before (it’s now my favourite whiskey)
This night was a huge fucking blur, so I’m going to explain it to the best of my ability, I remember the last part of it fairly well though. I’m usually pretty good at knowing my limit when I drink- well know when to stop before I black out. But that night Dustin’s ex-girlfriend Sophie just kept feeding Rachel and I shot after shot. And I blacked out, we both did.
I remember the beginning of the night and drinking with everyone, I black out, fast forward through the night. Everyone has gone to bed, and it’s just Rachel and I sitting at the kitchen table. I don’t even think we were talking, just sitting there, drunk as fuck. Then all of a sudden, she pukes all over herself. In my drunken state, I pick her up and put her on the bathroom floor. I go into my room and find a pair of pajamas for her, pretty sure she puked on her pants too. I return and she has puked even more. So I did what I felt was necessary- which was grab a mop and mop the puke down into the vent.
Took off her pants, put on the pajamas, picked her up and put her in my bed. James was already in bed, and his cousin stayed over and she was in our room as well. I remember talking a lot, and Rachel told me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep. But we didn’t sleep and we weren’t quiet, and definitely not discreet about it either. That night I also earned the title “Red Wings” not a very opulent nickname.
The next morning, her and I didn’t talk about what happened, not really much to talk about, we were drunk last night. Her boyfriend did eventually find out, but I’ll get into that later. Not exactly proud of what happened even though I hated her boyfriend at the time for fucking me over. But we were drunk and it happened, not exactly justifying it but, I wouldn’t have participated if I was sober. James wasn’t too thrilled in the morning though. Ah well, you had sex with a girl in my bed.
23-37 Sycamore Street - The Trailer - Part 3
When Dustin moved in, he also brought his entertainment stand and a couch set. It made the living room a lot more appealing, but it still wasn’t ideal. So my room still became the living room. Living with Dustin and James was still pretty intoxicating so I still could care less about the traffic in my room. Plus it was always a chill atmosphere.
With James and Dustin moved in, we were still waiting on Ken. We honestly had no idea if he was even going to still move in. There was a point where his ex-fiance’s mother talked him about of it because he didn’t know us all that well. I thought “Hey man, I’m taking a way bigger risk, I don’t know if you’re going to fuck me over or not!” (in the end, he kind of did) Finally he committed to it, and we went to go and pick him and his stuff up from his ex-fiance’s house.
It was Dustin, Me and Dustin’s ex-girlfriend:Sophie who went to go and pick up Ken and his stuff. I went in and helped Ken move his stuff out of the car. We piled his shit in the backseat and trunk of Dustin’s Oldsmobile Royale. We were reversing out of their driveway but the drive way was pretty steep and it was icy and snowy as fuck out. We got about half-way up and the car got stuck in the snow, then began to slide down the driveway towards the house. We were sliding towards Ken’s ex-fiance’s new SUV. She seen this and seriously ran in front of us to protect her fucking vehicle. Are you serious?! Luckily for her, Dustin was able to stop the vehicle.
Getting it out of the driveway was a bitch. Shovels, floormats, and pushing. But we were successful. Ken didn’t have a bed, but my uncle was kind enough to let Ken use his air mattress. Biggest air mattress I have ever seen. Seriously. It litterally took up his entire room.
Back in New Zealand Ken was a dairy farmer on his family’s farm (which he told everyone whom he met) but apparently he was also an electrician? After he got settled in he did a tour of the trailer and pointed out all of the electrical problems: missing light fixtures, unused electrical switches and poor electrical sockets.
If you met Ken for the first time and spend any amount of time with him, I hope you like hearing about cows, milk (dairy products in general), farming, drag racing, New Zealand dance music, loud speakers, and girls who he slept with. That’s pretty much what all he talked about. And if you are a girl, then all of the above plus being bluntly hit on.
Sure all four of us were creepy, but at least when Dustin, James and I were being flirty or hitting on a girl, we did it in a charming and playful manner, but Ken was downright CREEP. There was times when he have told him to take it down a notch and back off. But all in all he was an alright dude
Those first few months living with those guys was seriously some of the best times that I have had. James, Ken and I worked at Wal-Mart and Dustin worked as a youth care worker for a group home. We had different work hours but we ALWAYS made sure we were home at night to hang out. Whether it be hanging out in James and I’s room listening to music and talking, or sitting at the kitchen table, getting drunk, smoking and telling stories.
That fucking kitchen table man. The tabletop wasn’t properly screwed to the base, so you always had to make sure it was balanced, or evenly applied pressure. There was so many times when we would be sitting at it drinking, and someone would do something to unbalance and knock everything fucking over.
I remember one of the first nights we had a few people over and we were at the kitchen table drinking. Dustin was fucked and was going on a rant about his hatred about preppy douchebags and how they wore aeropostle and ambercrombie and fitch. He got so into it that he yells “IT FUCKING PISSES ME OFF!” and he slams his fists down and up goes the fucking table, and everything flies off the table.
We also had a wood stove in the trailer. During the winter it should be running constantly to prevent pipe freezing, and to keep us warm obviously. One night Ken just went fucking ham on the chopping block and got that fire fucking raging. It got so damn hot in that trailer, we were practically naked. We were all sitting at the kitchen table enjoying the heat, then all of a sudden the topic of licking James’ nipple came up. James paid Dustin 50 bucks to lick syrup off of his nipple. Dustin also bit his nipple. I know there is footage of that out there somewhere. It’s great.
23-37 Sycamore Street - The Trailer - Part 2
I had my best friend James moving in, and two guys who I really didn’t know moving in as well, Ken and Dustin. This was nearing the end of December, James moved in within a week from asking him, and Dustin and Ken would be moving in a few days after New Years.
The living arrangement would be James and I in the master bedroom, Ken in the side room and Dustin in the back room. The side room was the shit end of the stick. It was the smallest and lacked a door. But Ken had the least amount of stuff and he didn’t mind; he was just happy that he will have a place to live.
Shortly after I had asked Dustin to move in, we started hanging out a lot more. We had this silent understand of “Seeing as how we are going to be living with each other, might as well get to know each other better” What I did learn about him, I did like. Turns out we actually had a lot in common and had a lot of similar interests.
A few days before James officially moved in, he came by to hang out and he brought his cousin Katie with him and this girl Alisha. James and I were both working at Wal-Mart at the time, and Alisha just started working there. James was also friends with Alisha’s best friend: Jennelle- who also worked at Wal-Mart. I was kind of surprised to see Alisha at my house, and to my knowledge it was one of the first times James hung out with her.
I think we ended up watching movies. Katie ended up going home and James and Alisha spent the night. I ended up passing out on the floor, and they slept in my bed. I woke up to…noises.. I looked up seen a lot of movement under the blankets on my bed. I sighed and thought “Really James? On my bed?” a part of me was thinking “Yay! Way to go James!” and another part is “I’m going to wash those fucking sheets, for fuck sakes”
When they were done- she got up and left. I stood up, and James was already apologizing profusely. I just looked at him and calmly said “Only because it’s you James” I was referring that I wasn’t mad about it. Then I took off the sheets and the blankets and threw them in the washer.
When James finally did move in, our room was so fucking legit. I had my bed on left side, my band flags and pictures all across my wall, my huge ass computer desk, a fake tree that I hung my ties on (haha tie tree- get it?) James had an area rug, a trunk we used as a small coffee table, bookshelf, and his futon. We had our amps and instruments set up, and our stereo hooked up. As I mentioned earlier, we didn’t have a light fixture, so we used christmas lights instead. It was so awesome, the christmas lights gave it such a sweet atmosphere. Our room was the highlight of the trailer.
James did have one or two people over at night, and Dustin would be there almost every other night before he moved in as well. Normally I hate having a lot of people in my room, but I could care less. Our room made me way more sociable. And everyone hung out in there. It was also unavoidable, considering we didn’t have a living room at the time. We did, but it was seriously just an open space- there was nothing in it.
Having the odd people over and with James living there already, I was so stoked to have Dustin and Ken move in. One thing that I did express prior to them moving in, and they felt the same way. I NEVER wanted to end up like “The Apartment” All three of us seen it at it’s worst. I didn’t want it to end up like that. I didn’t want random people just coming and going, and staying there for days. It was our house, and not some crust punk/hippie commune like the apartment was. Some points it did get hectic, but never got that bad. Thank god
23-37 Sycamore Street - The Trailer - Part 1
I went through three roommates in two years at my three bedroom trailer, and I went through so much bullshit living there and trying to keep it mine. I just didn’t want to give up on that piece of shit. It got to the part where I was about to move out of the trailer and move in with my mom. Everything that was promised that would be fixed prior to me moving in which was two years from that point. Still no light fixtures, cupboards were missing now, floor trim was still missing, roof only got temporary fixes, middle room still had no door, side door was still a flimsy wood door, and the bathroom was still not finished.
I was about to give up, then on a whim I asked James to move in. James at this point was living back with his parents and he hated it. Prior to that he was living in a two bedroom apartment with a bunch of crust punks, there was like ten of them living in this shitdump of an apartment. James’ room was the only nice part of the apartment. But I was there often. I think James honestly only agreed to move into the trailer because he was desperate and hated living in with his parents, and nothing could be worse than the apartment he was in.
So it was going to be just like how it was suppose to be in the first place! At this time in my life I was the Shoe Division Manager at Wal-Mart, and prior to my last roommates moving out I recently hired this guy who just moved to Whitehorse from New Zealand. His name is Kenneth Harrison. Ken was a 6’7 lanky, skinny dude with a sunken face and a very defined jaw. Kinda goofy looking actually.
He moved to Whitehorse to be with his fiance. They met while she was on some exchange to New Zealand and worked on his family’s farm. They started dating and fell in love and all that shit. They were suppose to be married there, but her father passed away and she had to come back. So Ken sold everything he had moved up here.
He wasn’t even here a month and him and his girlfriend started fighting and she pretty much told him that he couldn’t live there anymore. I don’t remember the specifics, but more or less she wasn’t in love with anymore (or at least that’s what he told me. Ken was a great dude, but very shady at times. I still don’t “get him”) That happened the exact time my roommates moved out and I had already asked James to move in.
After Ken told me what was going on in his life and that he was kicked out, I randomly blurted out “Hey you can come and live with me!” Honestly, I really didn’t need him to. I had James committed and I thought one more wouldn’t hurt. Plus I felt bad for the guy, and him and I got along really well, and I knew James would get along with him too.
Either the next day or moments after..I can’t remember. But I remember this moment very clear. I was standing in my department at work talking with Ken about him living with me, and Dustin Dewdney (who is now one of my best friends) was walking by with his friends. At this time, I didn’t really know Dustin all that well. He was good friends with James and we had mutual friends. I seen Dustin a lot back when James still lived in the apartment. Dustin became a permanent fixture in that apartment for the longest time.
Dustin..Dustin was the guy everybody knew..but really never knew. He was one of those “party legends” (I just made up that phrase right now) Anybody who knew anything about Dustin related to some party and him doing something crazy. But outside of his circle of friends, no one really knew him on a personal level. A lot of people didn’t even know that his name was Dustin, everyone called him “Dewdney”
There was Dustin- and there was “Dewdney” I know both of “them”. But at this time I didn’t know “Dustin”. I hung out with him the odd time, always in a group setting though. Never really one on one. From some of the interactions I had with him, I felt like “hey there is more to this guy, I want to get to know him better” and “I really don’t think I should hang out with this guy” at the same time.
Dustin came up to Ken and I as we were standing there and he was like “Hey! Check it out! I jailbreaked my Ipod touch!” and then I blurted out once again.. “Hey my old roommates moved out, and I need roommates! I got James and Ken to move in” and Dustin replied with “fuck it, I’ll move in!”…and that was that.
After he walked away and we had briefly talked about specifics, and I had this feeling of “What did I just do?” not because it was Dustin or anything, but more of the fact that I just invited two people whom I really don’t know, to move in with me.
23-37 Sycamore Street - The Trailer - Preface
I lived at “The Trailer” for about three years or so. I have had a lot shit times there and a lot of fun times there. I’m going to focus on just the last year I was there. I rented the place from my uncle with the ambitions of eventually owning it. I couldn’t afford living at this three bedroom trailer by myself, so I asked my good friend James to move in there with me. Prior to that, I was living in a one bedroom apartment out nearby the airport and James was there almost every other day and expressed that he did want to move in, but it honestly would have been too small for the two of us (it’s funny looking back on that now considering some of the living conditions James has lived in)
My uncle owned a three bedroom trailer in the trailer court called “The Baranov” his tenant was recently evicted. Late on rent I’m assuming, but he was also a crack head..literally. When the tenant found out that he was being evicted, he had a crack party..seriously. I seen the aftermath. He also shot out all the windows.
But he was out of a tenant and I needed a bigger place. James and I met with my uncle he showed us the trailer. By all definitions it was a shithole. The master bedroom (a former living room) had no light fixtures, the living room had no light fixtures, the kitchen cupboards were falling apart, the middle room didn’t have a door, the side door was a flimsy wood door ( I can’t count how many times my roommates and I had to kick that door in) and a wooden board across it on the inside, the back room was the only good room, the roof was leaky (which proved very troublesome in the following years) the bathroom was torn apart; my aunt was supposedly in the midst of fixing it up. It was a shithole but it had charm.
We talked about rent and it was fairly reasonable (but it changed to $900 clearly not worth it, but a chunk of it was to go actually owning it) James didn’t feel good about it and he backed out. But for some reason, I just had to fucking have that place. Maybe it was pressure from my uncle, I don’t know, but I just needed that trailer.
I ended up asking my girlfriend at the time to move in with me. We broke up before she moved in. My mom moved in; that lasted about a year. My friend and his girlfriend moved in; that lasted about almost a year. Now I was roommate-less, now this is where the actual story will begin
I think baby monkeys and orangutans are cute just as much as the next guy. But this…this is just..
This is borderline creepy. I can’t decide if I think these dolls are creepy because I find realistic dolls, statues and even taxidermy creepy, or for the reasons why someone would want these. Oh and the first one named “Mollie” is actually like $150.
I need to know how much it is..because I’m going to be placing orders for it- I started working for a direct mail order company. And those creepy ass things are some of things that we sell.
Can’t forget “Ashley”!..this thing comes with batteries..why you ask? Because so you can feel it…”breathing”.
We do sell other things than just disturbing babies. We also sell, jewelry, plates, lamps, sculptures, things like that. I just finished doing all of the classroom training. They brought in some products to give us an idea of what they sell. The products were being passed around the room so everyone could get a look at them. They also did pass around one of those life like babies..and one of those monkey babies. I refused to touch them.
The guy I was sitting next to..just got kinda..weird with the baby. He kept holding it like a baby, and kept rubbing it’s back and chest. Even after everyone brought the products that everyone was passing around, back up to the front- he still kept the baby at his (our) desk. Every so often he would stroke it’s face..and talk to it.
Anytime it’s foot would be on my side of the desk, I would poke it over with my pen. I didn’t want to touch it. But when it was time to leave, he gently placed it into the bin with all of the other stuff, and gave it one last pat on the chest.
Today, he randomly got out of his chair, walked up to the front and grabbed the baby again..and placed it on his desk. After he held it for a few moments of course.
A big part of my job, is when people are placing orders, I have to upsell or whats called “product introduction” Generally trying to sell certain products that go along with their initial purchase. Someone is purchasing a bracelet, so then I would recommend a matching necklace. When people buy these..dolls..I’m going to have to recommend buying..accessories such as: Clothing, cradle, stroller, diaper bag..
I initially wanted to make a post about my thoughts on the new job in general, but I have just been rambling about these creepy babies. Despite how uncomfortable they make me feel, apparently they are really popular and sell fairly well……
