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ibonekoenDay 5 - The place where a character sleeps
Okay! So, Joseph is feeling lazy and is going to let me field all these questions. That's so kind of him. Let's get on with it, shall we?
Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between, allow me to extend a warm welcome to The Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaander Bancroft Hourrrrrrrrrr!
...
Just pretend you heard that in a loud game show host's voice, okay? Or a loud radio broadcaster. Yeah.
Okay, so, first up, we have Caller 5, who wants to know "a place where you sleep." Well, in a bed, for starters. I mean, well, sometimes. I have been known to crash on the couch if I get stuck working an overnight shift at Mickey D's (our location is one of those "Open 24 Hours!" deals and lemme tell you, it suuuuuuuuucks.) because by the time I get home at ass o'clock in the morning, I'm way too tired to drag myself upstairs.
What? You want descriptions? Uh, okay. Well, Joseph and I live in a townhouse in the 'burbs of Orlando, Florida. Okay, Kissimmee, if you wanna get specific. Yes, we live within spitting distance of The Mouse's House (aka Walt Disney World). Our townhouse is kinda unique in that we have a basement. I know, crazy, right? A necessity though, believe me.
So, Joseph bought this townhouse...I dunno, yeeeeeeeeeeeears ago when Mr. Walt Disney himself first came to town. Joseph had it custom-built to his specifications: windowless, light-tight basement, standard ground level with kitchen, living room, dining room and the entire second floor is the master bedroom and ensuite bathroom. It's gorgeous. I can't even believe that I live in this house.
I don't know square footage or anything like that, but my room can fit a California King size bed, which is, like, 84 feet long and 72 wide, and I still have plenty of room to walk around without bumping into anything.
Why does a single guy need such a big bed? I'm not always single, you know. I'm a real ladies' man. I gotta have lots of room to get my freak on, okay?
...
Also, I toss and turn. A lot. Side effect of hearing ghosts 24/7.
My bed is extremely comfy, okay? Extremely. It's one of those Tempur-pedic beds and homg. It's exactly like the commercials say; you feel like you're sleeping on a cloud. I have a mountain of pillows because I like pillows. I kinda prop them up against the headboard and they sort of surround my head in a little cocoon. I've got this body pillow that I cuddle up to as well. Oh, it's so comfy. Some mornings I wake up and I kinda wish I could just stay in my bed all day.
What? Oh, you're damn right those Tempur-pedic mattresses are expensive. How can I afford one living on a Mickey D's paycheck? Oh, no, I can't, are you kidding me? I'm lucky I can buy groceries on what I make flipping burgers and serving up shoestring fries. No, Joseph bought it for me. Joseph bought the house. Joseph bought... Well, no, okay, I bought my car. It's used and it's not the prettiest or shiniest car out there, but it's mine, so, you know...
I'm not his whore, okay? That's gross. I mean, not that I have anything against guys, you know, having sex and stuff. I fly my straight ally flag high, but it's gross because it's Joseph. He's, like, my best friend. He's practically my dad, okay? I mean, he took me in when I was twelve after my parents died and kept me off the streets. I owe him a lot, actually.
Day 6 - The place where a character works/goes to school/hangs out/whatever
Okay, so I've already talked about my work. Everybody knows what a McDonald's looks like, right? I mean, if you've seen one McDonald's, you've seen them all, aside from a few minor decor changes or whatever.
I do not go to school. I graduated high school, attended two semesters at UCF (University of Central Florida) in Orlando and then got put on academic probation and asked to leave the university. Too much partying and not enough class attendance affects your grades, people.
Sooooo, I guess that leaves me with describing a place I hang out, huh? Ummmmmmm, Chillers, I guess? It's this...club Joseph likes to go to sometimes to pick up a meal. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, but he's a vampire and vampires gotta eat, you know? It's not like he kills them. He just bites them and takes what he needs and then tells them to take some iron or eat a steak and sends them on their merry way. Sometimes he brings them back to the house and, uhhhhhh, you know, I don't wanna think about what goes on in that basement, okay?
Anyway, Chillers. It's, you know, pretty much your typical club with probably the best (only?) frozen daiquiri bar. Which, I mean, they're not just serving daiquiris, it's a full bar, but the daiquiris are the main reason people come.
Plus, if you get tired of it, there are two other bars connected to it, so you know, more bang for your buck, I guess.
It's not like we stay there long anyway.
I also like hanging out at Barnes and Nobles when I don't smell like a greasy pit. Man, iced coffee and a good book in those cushy chairs? Best life everrrrrrrrrr.
Days 7 & 8
Okay! So, Joseph is feeling lazy and is going to let me field all these questions. That's so kind of him. Let's get on with it, shall we?
Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between, allow me to extend a warm welcome to The Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaander Bancroft Hourrrrrrrrrr!
...
Just pretend you heard that in a loud game show host's voice, okay? Or a loud radio broadcaster. Yeah.
Okay, so, first up, we have Caller 5, who wants to know "a place where you sleep." Well, in a bed, for starters. I mean, well, sometimes. I have been known to crash on the couch if I get stuck working an overnight shift at Mickey D's (our location is one of those "Open 24 Hours!" deals and lemme tell you, it suuuuuuuuucks.) because by the time I get home at ass o'clock in the morning, I'm way too tired to drag myself upstairs.
What? You want descriptions? Uh, okay. Well, Joseph and I live in a townhouse in the 'burbs of Orlando, Florida. Okay, Kissimmee, if you wanna get specific. Yes, we live within spitting distance of The Mouse's House (aka Walt Disney World). Our townhouse is kinda unique in that we have a basement. I know, crazy, right? A necessity though, believe me.
So, Joseph bought this townhouse...I dunno, yeeeeeeeeeeeears ago when Mr. Walt Disney himself first came to town. Joseph had it custom-built to his specifications: windowless, light-tight basement, standard ground level with kitchen, living room, dining room and the entire second floor is the master bedroom and ensuite bathroom. It's gorgeous. I can't even believe that I live in this house.
I don't know square footage or anything like that, but my room can fit a California King size bed, which is, like, 84 feet long and 72 wide, and I still have plenty of room to walk around without bumping into anything.
Why does a single guy need such a big bed? I'm not always single, you know. I'm a real ladies' man. I gotta have lots of room to get my freak on, okay?
...
Also, I toss and turn. A lot. Side effect of hearing ghosts 24/7.
My bed is extremely comfy, okay? Extremely. It's one of those Tempur-pedic beds and homg. It's exactly like the commercials say; you feel like you're sleeping on a cloud. I have a mountain of pillows because I like pillows. I kinda prop them up against the headboard and they sort of surround my head in a little cocoon. I've got this body pillow that I cuddle up to as well. Oh, it's so comfy. Some mornings I wake up and I kinda wish I could just stay in my bed all day.
What? Oh, you're damn right those Tempur-pedic mattresses are expensive. How can I afford one living on a Mickey D's paycheck? Oh, no, I can't, are you kidding me? I'm lucky I can buy groceries on what I make flipping burgers and serving up shoestring fries. No, Joseph bought it for me. Joseph bought the house. Joseph bought... Well, no, okay, I bought my car. It's used and it's not the prettiest or shiniest car out there, but it's mine, so, you know...
I'm not his whore, okay? That's gross. I mean, not that I have anything against guys, you know, having sex and stuff. I fly my straight ally flag high, but it's gross because it's Joseph. He's, like, my best friend. He's practically my dad, okay? I mean, he took me in when I was twelve after my parents died and kept me off the streets. I owe him a lot, actually.
Day 6 - The place where a character works/goes to school/hangs out/whatever
Okay, so I've already talked about my work. Everybody knows what a McDonald's looks like, right? I mean, if you've seen one McDonald's, you've seen them all, aside from a few minor decor changes or whatever.
I do not go to school. I graduated high school, attended two semesters at UCF (University of Central Florida) in Orlando and then got put on academic probation and asked to leave the university. Too much partying and not enough class attendance affects your grades, people.
Sooooo, I guess that leaves me with describing a place I hang out, huh? Ummmmmmm, Chillers, I guess? It's this...club Joseph likes to go to sometimes to pick up a meal. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, but he's a vampire and vampires gotta eat, you know? It's not like he kills them. He just bites them and takes what he needs and then tells them to take some iron or eat a steak and sends them on their merry way. Sometimes he brings them back to the house and, uhhhhhh, you know, I don't wanna think about what goes on in that basement, okay?
Anyway, Chillers. It's, you know, pretty much your typical club with probably the best (only?) frozen daiquiri bar. Which, I mean, they're not just serving daiquiris, it's a full bar, but the daiquiris are the main reason people come.
Plus, if you get tired of it, there are two other bars connected to it, so you know, more bang for your buck, I guess.
It's not like we stay there long anyway.
I also like hanging out at Barnes and Nobles when I don't smell like a greasy pit. Man, iced coffee and a good book in those cushy chairs? Best life everrrrrrrrrr.
Days 7 & 8
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