it's that time again...WILDFIRES!all day today the sky has been ominously glowing an apocalyptic orange and the air is stagnant with a lovely aromatic bouquet reminiscent of pine, burning newspapers, and a jar full of water and cigarette butts. it's amazing that the smell and haze are even present, considering i live forty miles south of the action.
i have to say (perhaps unsurprisingly) that i have very little sympathy for the people who have lost their homes. i know in this economic climate it's painful to see millionaire celebrities losing their third vacation mansion to a devastating fire. but i have a problem with any sane person purchasing a house in a state that actually has a regularly scheduled 'fire season', 'flood season', 'tornado season', or 'locust and pestilence season'.
i don't understand why you would purchase a multi-million dollar home in an area where the hills spontaneously combust every year (i'm looking at you, rob lowe).
it's the same mentality as losing your home to a flood and then expecting FEMA to rebuild it for you in it's original location - directly on the banks of the mississippi. dumb.
so here i sit in my room, as the sky sits in perpetual sunset-mode, occasionally glancing into the haze for any signs of four horsemen coming to make a friendly house call.
i have to say (perhaps unsurprisingly) that i have very little sympathy for the people who have lost their homes. i know in this economic climate it's painful to see millionaire celebrities losing their third vacation mansion to a devastating fire. but i have a problem with any sane person purchasing a house in a state that actually has a regularly scheduled 'fire season', 'flood season', 'tornado season', or 'locust and pestilence season'.
i don't understand why you would purchase a multi-million dollar home in an area where the hills spontaneously combust every year (i'm looking at you, rob lowe).
it's the same mentality as losing your home to a flood and then expecting FEMA to rebuild it for you in it's original location - directly on the banks of the mississippi. dumb.
so here i sit in my room, as the sky sits in perpetual sunset-mode, occasionally glancing into the haze for any signs of four horsemen coming to make a friendly house call.
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Do you hear that? That's the sound of Christopher Lloyd crying. You proud of yourself?
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