After writing my last post, I thought of a couple other fire-related incidents I've experienced and decided to share:
#1- I was living in my first LA apartment after returning from Hawaii. When I moved in I thought, "Great! I'm right up the street from a fire station." Then I realized, "Fuck! I'm right up the street from a fire station." I figure it's probably similar to the reaction people have when they cheer their proximity to an airport until they realize it's a bad thing more often than it's a good thing.
My apartment had new cream carpeting and I took advantage of Hawaiian traditions in requesting that people take off their shoes- everybody. One day there were some repairs ...
I just got word that a friend's house I'd adored when I stayed there this summer was spared in the San Diego fires. You wanna talk about close calls? That's his house on the left in this photo. All he suffered was some minor damage to the side like a melted screen door. Even the fish in his Koi pond that separated the houses survived. At the time I visited I thought a side yard was an odd place for a Koi pond but who knows? Maybe it helped in some way.
While I can't fully fathom what it's like to suffer the kind of loss his neighbor did, I can sort ...
... Those who blame every heat wave on global warming.
... Those who say every cold spell is evidence against global warming.
... Those who think Wikipedia is the ultimate resource.
... Those who think Wikipedia is a worthless resource.
... Those who park their SUV's in spaces marked "compact."
... Those who drive erratically because they're holding a cell phone. Buy a damn Bluetooth headset already.
... Those who take me too seriously. Seriously, don't.
... Those who are new to Southern California who argue that our heavy winds are called "Santana winds." Maybe that's the origin but we call them "Santa Ana winds." You'll sound like a dufus if you use the former term.
... Those who use a lot of clichés/idioms, usually incorrectly (i.e. ...
I've become such a bad blogger that last week the biennial anniversary of "People are Idiots" passed with nary a word from me. I'm compensating for it by using terms that haven't been used since Truman was in office and I'm not sure if I'm even using them correctly.
Part of the reason I didn't post that day is that my damn site was down for 10 hours, instead it was redirected to a page that said: "Account suspended. Please contact the billing/support department as soon as possible." Naturally I read that 15 minutes before leaving town so all I could do was shoot off a nasty email to my hosting company demanding that they get my site back up. The ...
This morning I had my annual Pap smear. Yes, morning, as in 8:30 am. That's because I just love to heap misery upon misery. Actually I always schedule my appointments for that time thinking that having the first appointment of the day will mean I won't have to wait around but somehow doctors always find a reason to make you wait.
For the last six or seven years I've had my Paps done by a doctor I suspect is a lesbian. Probably my main reason for thinking that is her lack of lipstick and nail polish so my assessment may not be correct but I don't mind if she is because I figure who's going to know vaginas better than a ...
