By the rivers dark, I panicked on

[hawkwing_lb]

I believe that I have narrowly avoided a chimney fire of the kind actually requiring a fire brigade.

But, oh, the excitement of the last fifteen minutes.

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[clarentine]

oh shit!

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I should not have added the pizza box without shredding it up into smaller bits first. But no pieces of burning soot have fallen in the last ten minutes, so I feel almost safe now. :P

[clarentine]

...

I don't know if my attention is captured more by the concept of a burning pizza box or that of a box filled with pizza...

I do believe I'm hungry. *g*

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Pizza: mmm.

(I do believe I have spent the last little while living on the unhealthiest of foods. I'm going to have to do something about that. But not tonight. :) )

[chrisbillett.livejournal.com]

Shit! Be safe, Liz. Firefighter Lynch isn't answering his pager!

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I believe the excitement is over now: Nothing to see here, move right along.

:P

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

::raises eyebrow::

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Yes?

:)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

I see. ::sniffs air:: I guess I won't be telling you about my little stove-top fire escapade then.

;-) Fire is scary. That's why they put three of us on one line and three on another line, and we all walked into the maw of the propane jets to turn off the fire at the valve. That was graduation night. I remember crouching lower and lower to hide behind less and less water.

Moving along now. You youngsters, always playing with matches.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

...

Fire is scary. But also, fun and comforting, when it does not set the chimney on fire.

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

The chimney not being on fire is a Good Thing, yes. Many years ago, when my brother and I shared the attic bedroom in our little house, there was one night a real chimney fire, complete with visit from the fire department, resulting in seemingly random axe holes in the walls of our bedroom. And a strange smoky smell for a few days. I remember seeing the flames shooting out of the chimney from outside the house.

Fun times. My father's been very careful about chimneys since then, and both parents are still active members of the fire department. My mother, the pyromaniac! The coolest part is when the grandkids get to climb into the trucks at the firehouse. ;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

:)