My freshman dorm was pretty nice, big enough to live in, end unit so I only had one neighbor. Next two years I lived in an old dorm with rooms so small you could barely walk three steps. It was so narrow that my bed pushed back under a built-in vinyl-covered cushion to make a sofa during the not-sleeping times. When the bed was pulled out, it blocked the door from opening more than two inches. Fire hazard? Quite. It was also the catalyst for my break-up with my college boyfriend. I came back to my room after class one day, to find Jack asleep on the pulled-out bed, surrounded by papers, with a lit joint in his hand. I couldn't open the door, and it took some yelling to wake him up. Idiot.

I smell A3: Crisis in the Gulf Coast. Nice follow-up to "Brokeback fuckin' Aguaman"

26-plus bad-ass characters with memorable tattoos.

I'm so glad that Petunia made the list.

From what I read about Costner's machine, it can suck up and clean water at a faster rate than the hole is spewing. Temporary solution if it works at all, but possible. I would love it if it worked!

That's one of those things that's better in fantasy than reality, imho.

I had a great time, probably the happiest of my life. I certainly had more fun and more close friendships than any other period.

Freshman roommate: super nice guy from Cincinnati. We got on well, and when he was a senior he was editor of the school paper and asked me to write a column for it.

Sophmore and Junior Roommate: Chip! One of my closest friends. We had a blast. Second half of Junior year he spent in Philly, so my girlfriend basically moved in.

Senior year: I was an R.A. and had a double to myself. And a whole hall of Freshman to wrangle. From that group I forged lasting-to-this-day friendships with Gary and Lars.

I had roommates in all three places I lived in Boston. House 1: group house that was kind of unstable. Got along fine but it fell apart. House 2: I was sort of the guest who didn't leave, but stayed with my girlfriend before I went to Europe, and I got along well with her two roommates. (She asked and they didn't mind that I stayed there.) Just temporary. House 3: Rock and roll dudes from Boston. Good fun, great record collections.

I had a series of roommates in SF but since I mostly got to pick them it worked out fine. Still good friends with my old roommie Matthew.

In short: Humans, okay with me in close proximity.

I was reading Megan's going "wait there was somewhere else that had a setup with 5 person apartments where one person got the single? How weird!" and then I remembered we went to the same school. Duh. I lived off campus my junior year, sharing a room with a friend and out guy friend got the other (much smaller) bedroom. But it was a basement apartment, and I never want to live with no sunlight again. Even if most of my time wad spent in the darkened theater anyway.

When my mother was in college, they had room inspections for cleanliness and ocassionally white glove inspections where the literally ran a gloved hand over surfaces to see if they had been dusted.

When my mother was in college, they had maids.

Oh, so THAT'S why my salary is so far below market.

I wish storylines in William Gibson novels would stop coming true. It's creepy.

I had one roommate for a little over three years. In that time I got to watch her blossom from a shy, slightly awkward teenager into Flaming Bigot Woman. I moved. I still don't know why she metamorphosed, but I wish I could have stopped it.

My mom taught in Central American for 2-3 years, and then came back to the states and started grad school. This was 1958, and her dorm matron gave her grief about going on her bio class field trips because they'd keep her out past curfew. Mom was in an admin office, complaining about school policy interfering with her education, when Dad met her. He said it was love at first sight.

My semester abroad, we were all extremely freaked that a maid came in once a week to vacuum, clean the bathroom, take out the trash, strip the beds and leave clean sheets.

Very weird.