> October 1996 - March 1999: The duplex. The place was nice and big, and relatively inexpensive to rent, but our lifestyle was awful. No responsibilities were assigned, so the lawns got mowed when the city threatened us (or we felt like it), the dishes got done every two weeks at best, and collections of up to seven or eight garbage bags accumulated by the back entrance (INSIDE!) until the smell got bothersome enough for someone to take them out. Worse still, two of the four of us usually ended up doing all the cleaning, and this was the main reason why it went so long-- we would get sick of doing all the cleaning, and leave it for a couple of weeks hoping that someone else would get sick of the fruit flies breeding on the dirty dishes (I kid you not) or the stink of the garbage and clean-- but then we usually ended up just doing it ourselves, and having far more work to do when we did. Jason was the first to get sick of this, and moved out in August 1998. His replacement was much worse than he was, so with me being the only regular cleaner there, I got fed up.

> As you may have gathered, I move far too often


From *Nuclear Monsters from the Sea*

Brunnen_G: And those people in supermarkets who try to make you do surveys about cleaning products!

Stephen: Surveys about cleaning products?

Brunnen_G: Ah, that happened to me last time I went shopping. I told 'em I don't *use* cleaning products. I just move house every six months. ;-)