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Finger gun scene FTW!
I love Jessica.

My roomie was notorious about putting my shit in my room...and leaving his shit all over the apartment.

He also loved bitching at me about dishes. Despite the fact that I used the same two dishes every night.

When I did amass dishes, I would rinse his and mine, and put them in the dishwasher. Because, why not, I'm already in the sink. He would just leave mine...and then bitch at me later.

I told him to blare music when he was having sex...because I could hear them. Did he ever blare music? No. So then I started sitting in the living room, yelling at him, "You're not doing it right! She's not loud enough. Oh, now she's just faking." Eventually he figured out my schedule, and quit having sex when I was there.

I got home from work one day (*Note: Neither of them had jobs at the time), and sat on the couch to play a video game. He came in with his girlfriend and sat down next to me and asked if they could watch a movie. I handed over the controls, and pulled out my laptop. After a few minutes his girlfriend says to me, "You really smell." (I work as a cook in a seafood restaurant, she's a vegetarian) "That's nice." A few seconds later he pipes in with, "No dude, you do really smell." I looked at him and said, "Maybe that's because I just got off work, from my fucking JOB." They shut up for a little while before he pipped in again, "Do you think you could go to your room while we finish the movie." I politely turned to him and said, "Was I not here before you walked through the door? Do I look like I have any desire to move?" They went to his room instead. My response to that whole situation came later, "If your girlfriend ever fucking talks to me...ever...I'm going to record y'all having sex. I'll take pictures. Then I'll send them to her fucking husband." He tried to say something about him beating my ass if I did that, I didn't pay attention, she never spoke to me again.

His cat...would not piss in the litter box. She would piss beside the litter box, but not in it. He never understood why it wasn't "my turn" to clean the litter box.

I think I'm done ranting now.

BBC will not allow you to post a clip from "Spaced"... but I will. I know how to do that sneaky kind of thing. Just holla on Facebook. We'll show those slimy Limeys what Yanks can do.

I'm a pretty big Simon Pegg, and probably more importantly Edgar Wright, fan, but so far the first season of Spaced just hasn't done it for me. Hoping disk 2 gels a little better.

My brother told me, after borrowing my Spaced DVD's, that my boyfriend and I ARE Tim and Daisy. The fella was chuffed but, regardless of how awesome Jessica Stephenson is, I wasn't so sure that the compliment wasn't backhanded.

Spike WAS actually a GOOD flatmate.

SPACEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD!
that's all.
I currently living with a gay porn star who is the most absurd and lame person ever. he's also an alcoholic, a drug addict and he wants to get rid of his dog cause he doesn't feel like walking him (by the way I cant keep the dog and I'm trying to find him a place, he has a super depressing story, anyone living around LA who can give me a hand?). he keeps the tv on all night long cause he gets panic attacks if he doesn't, apparently.
isn't he just swell?
We share a studio cause both him and I are broke so I don't even have my own room. just imagine the fun.....

Too bad you don't have the "Drunk, armed, dwarf with anger management issues who works in a chocolate factory" category.

And how I wish I were making THAT one up. Sometimes I really do think God is just a frustrated gag writer.

Incidentally, loved Spaced. Too many favourite scenes to recount, so I'll just settle for mentioning Olivia Wilde's cameo spoofing The Sixth Sense.

If anyone has a link to the 'finger gun' clip on YouTube, can they post it here, please and thank you.

this was brilliant. my only complaint is that it kinda made me aware that rather than having crazy roommate stories, i'm the crazy roommate in the story. yeah, i'm the roommate you were stuck with who came from withnail and I or notting hill. a waster, a nutter, and a grifter all rolled into one sweet late on the rent package.

and this article made me sad because in a perfect world, i would be married to Daisy(Jessica Hynes), and i will never come within 19 dimensions of that perfect world. sigh.

"Too bad you don't have the "Drunk, armed, dwarf with anger management issues who works in a chocolate factory" category.

@bluejayone, i had one of those. portly fellow from guatamala, who always carried a machete. that wouldn't have been so worrisome, except he was covered in machete scars. he had the most harrowing tales, that he doled out, like little allegorical chestnuts, for me and my friends.

we never even believed most of them, like the one where he was arrested for trying to blow up the parliament buildings because Algonquin College had sent him to a shrink, and he didn't know what s shrink was, but then thought he understood when it turned out to be a young woman. his final straw that led to the attempted bombing was because the shrink would not bed him. He got off those charges on a refugee/human rights thingy

or the story where he swam to the mainland carrying his brother who had had a limb hacked off and so couldn't swim himself. or the one where he said he left the death squad because he didn't want to kill any more children.

we felt entirely safe from the machete until he pulled out a big box of files and newspaper stories about his exploits in the homeland and in canada. then terror set in.

he once threw me into and right through a wall despite my being fourteen inches taller than him. he was upset that when i ate a bowl of cheerios at 3am i hadn't offered to share. he stopped short of beating me to death when i convinced him the error was due to the fact that i had thought he was asleep.

another time he put his machete to my throat because i wasn't sharing "my women". i was seventeen--i had many female friends, but i wasn't banging any of them. me and my buddy couldn't let him know this or he would have thought we were gay and we would be back at the machete. so he thought we were "hogging" the women and we had too keep making excuses as to why we "had" so many women, but wouldn't "share" them. like three's company, but with blood and booze.

just the same, he turned out to be an interesting roommate and was quite helpful at times. we learned to ply him with alcohol and drugs when he was in psycho killer mode.

good times. incidentally, this is all true, some of my experiences are entirely too implausible to bother making up.

Sweet!!

And here's Finger Gun Battle #2, later in the series.

It's funny, but what struck me more than anything when writing this was how well Edgar Wright does flatmates. Seriously, it was difficult not to have Wright dominate the list.