Obscure Inq

Tom

One day, weary from 8 hours trying to catch thieves thieving, I returned home to the Sociodome’s original Chelsea location. I stepped in the door, walked into my bedroom, and noticed something was amiss with my sheets, so pulled them back, uncovering a blue rolled up tube of insulation. This launched a tube war between Chris and I, as we looked for more and more creative ways to hide it in each other’s rooms. It all came to a head when, after a full shift at a new job, I came home, walked into my room, and saw the tube hanging from the ceiling by an extension cord noose, with a suicide note written on a napkin tacked to it:

{insert either the two pictures I have or a text version of the suicide note}

The war ended that day.

Tristan

My freshman year of college I witnessed the miracle of sporebirthspawnreplication. My roommate’s girlfriend’s mother had sent us a care package, and in it was a loaf of zucchini bread. Somehow this loaf of bread got lost for a couple of months, and when it was found again it had turned mostly white with mold. I was a bit upset over it, being an asthmatic who’s allergic to mold and all. I made him throw it out, but somehow it never made it to the dumpster. Over the rest of the year we would find it again every month or so, and we watched the mold go from white to green to blue and all the way back to orange. I’m pretty sure the mold spores had each mutated into little loafs of zucchini bread. Luckily we never took it out of the Ziploc bag it was in, or I’m quite certain we would have unleashed a zombie apocalypse.

Travis

Though this didn’t take place in my own residence, it was a room that I was going to occupy for the weekend.

I was a sophomore in high school and going to a conference across the state. A fellow student and I were to share a room at the hotel the conference was to be held in. There were only two beds, one of those Murphy beds that flips down out of the wall and a pull-out sofa bed. He called the drop bed, so I went over to the sofa to inspect my sleeping situation. When I pulled my bed out, I was upset to see that the bed was not made. In fact, all of the sheets were just in a pile in the middle of the bed.

As I go to make my bed, my fellow roomate locks up and stares at the bed. I ask him what the matter is. He says nothing. I follow his gaze down to the bed…

The sheets were all bloody. Like murder bloody.

HP

I would have to say that the weirdest thing I have in my room is located in my spare bedroom closet, on the top shelf, in the far back corner where light does not shine. It is a 3 and a half year old candied apple coated in wax in an old plastic cup. I call her The Apple. The Apple and I met back in college. The caf. was having some sort of carnival night and I had a night class, so I snagged a candied apple for the road. I placed the apple in a plastic cup to keep it safe. Unfortunately, the candy melted and sealed the apple into the cup. I kept it around for a while, but then I grew quite fond of it. Quite fond of her indeed. Worship Her.

Will

I didn’t find it in the traditional sense, but it can be found in my room on any given day. Beside my closet door, there stands a life size cardboard cutout of Zac Efron of _High School Musical_ fame. I know what you’re thinking… “Will likes having cylindrical objects inside him” Well that of course is neither here nor there and will admit that it occaisionally gets a little awkward when I try to explore my body in the privacy of my personal quarters… (Zac of course is a 2-dimensional image and thus always appears to be staring at you) The truth though, is that I keep the cutout around because my roommate absolutely despises it. He kinda acts like a scarecrow I guess. I have a bit of an obscession with placing Zac all around the apartment so as to startle people when they first walk into an otherwise familiar room. For the most part though, Zac stays in my room so as to be protected from hate crimes. Best 20 bucks I ever spent.

Jake

I’m going to cop out here and say myself. I know, it’s not as exciting as a dildo (Tucker), or a Zac Efron cutout wearing lingerie, but I’m pretty damn strange. I make random noises whenever I get excited/angry, and I’m an nihilistic libertarian anarchist (say that 5 times real fast, kids and see if you don’t get shot by a neo-con!) If you can think of something that’s stranger and in my room, I invite you to stop by and show me.

Tucker

Dildo.

Tags: 7 list, People //