The coolest (hottest?) 100th blog ever: there's a fire across from me and Im blogging
by, 18th May 2009 at 07:35 PM (362 Views)
So today, I was going to post a blog along the lines of "what kind of lifeless fucknut would be lame enough to post 100 blogs on a niche site?!" then go "oh wait". But one better was delivered to me! There's a fire...RIGHT THE FUCK ACROSS FROM ME!
And yet, here I am at my computer, blogging about it. That's coming from the man who's fears getting struck by lightning through a window, too. Yet I laugh in the face of fire. Not the most original thing to do (see: bash.org), but now I can join those illustrious ranks. Make of that as you will (if you can make anything of it except I'm fucking insane). I even took pictures (not from my room specifically, because the tree is in the way, but it is indeed right across).
Turned out cleared than I thought it would, considering there was a window in the way. The tree blocked most of the ones, though, but these two turned out great in that the fire is clearly visible. The second one is notable. Not for my hand and camera (though if you could see more, you'd see my nigh-twisted smile I had on that might make you think I set it), but for the smoke in the bottom left section. It's barely visible through the dark part. If the wind was blowing straight at me, I'd be pretty fucked right about now, but fortunately, it was blowing off to the side (it eventually did shift toward me, but I didn't care).
Making matters even worse is that not only said tree a lovely way for the fire to jump across from over there to here, but there's also a gas line outside which could potentially explode and kill me! So why am I here instead of packing my shit and heading for safety? I have no idea. I did get ready to go (very calmly, like "just in case" halfassed calmly), but I didn't actually go. Oh yeah, and I took off my shirt because it was getting hot. Though it was hot to begin with in my room, so let's not give the fire TOO much credit.
Oh, and it's out now. I had to go take a casual shit in the middle of typing this (I guess I was shitting on it there), and when I came back, the fire was out. More pictures were taken at this point...
You can see the firefighter's ladder there, and the lack of smoke and fire. Now here's a few more mysteries to ponder.
- I actually smelled the fire in its early stages. My window was open and I smelled something funny, but I passed it off as a smoker or a barbecue and closed my window. Well, I was right about it being a barbecue.
- The fire alarm went off, but I again passed it off as nothing, as the fire alarm seems to go off about once a month at that apartment with no fire accompanying it.
- When the light in that apartment's patio is on, if the tree has no leaves, a shadow that looks remarkably similar to the wiccan star is cast on my closet door. Huge coincidence? Yeah, I'd say so too.
- No one actually lives in that apartment anymore, or so I've heard. The person who was living in it sold it yesterday. So why was the barbecue there and turned on?
And there you have it. Instead of being a lifeless fucknut lame enough to sit here and type at least one blog a day since I started (except for that day the tech guys failed, aka April 6th), I'm the guy who sat here and blogged about a fire that could've killed him at any time. At least no one can argue I've got balls for doing it.
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