whoa! There's a fire!
Jun. 7th, 2010 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianYeah so I have a ton of coding to do and whatever. And what I am doing? Writing one. last. scene. Which is probably going to turn out to be the size of a short story instead, at least several thousand words. yaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I may be posting late tomorrow instead of first thing. That's okay, right?
Also, there was a van fire in the parking lot of the cafe across from my workplace. It happened right around lunch time, so I took my reheated leftover enchiladas outside and watched it burn. Very exciting. I never realized how long it takes the fire trucks to get there, even when they're only five minutes away. It feels like forever. It made me think of John, sitting on his car with his baby sons in his arms, watching his house burn. I wonder how long he had to wait before the fire trucks arrived. Not that it would have made a difference for Mary, but I wonder how horrible that felt, alone with your tiny sons, watching your life burn down in front of you.
The stink of burning upholstery and plastic was overwhelming, all that black smoke, the paint blistering away from the sides of the vehicle, turning white and ugly as the bad half of Harvey Dent's face. And when the fire hit the gas tank there was just this pop and sizzle, no exciting explosion. We stood there outside the building with our cell phones and took pictures.
So yeah, that was interesting.
Also, I refuse to miss out on Monday night RPG, even though it would be smarter of me to stay here at home and work on BB. I miss my friends, dang it. It's been too long since I hung out with a squad of nerds. So yeah, I'm taking off now, but Jimmy and Sammy are still talking in my head. (Well, Sammy thinks it's Jimmy.)
"Hey, Jimmy!" Sammy called, waving at him with both arms from where he sat in the chilly April dirt.
Jimmy turned at the noise, gave him a tilt of the head in acknowledgment. He didn't smile, though, and Jimmy almost always had a smile for his littlest brother. He must be in one of his weird moods again.
As if to prove that, Jimmy immediately turned his unnerving blue stare to Daniel, watching him frankly and without blinking. Daniel shrank slowly down beside Sammy, hunching his shoulders, small round face drawn in dismay. "What is he doing?"
Sammy shrugged. "He's just...lookin'. Jimmy looks sometimes." He patted Daniel's shoulder and used it to push himself to his feet. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll ask my dad or Jimmy about coming over to your house sometime."
"Hello, Sammy," Jimmy said when he approached, finally taking his eyes away from Daniel. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Totally kickass," Sammy said, just to test him. Jimmy didn't immediately say, "Don't say ass." Yep, definitely in one of his moods.
It's going pretty well.
Also, there was a van fire in the parking lot of the cafe across from my workplace. It happened right around lunch time, so I took my reheated leftover enchiladas outside and watched it burn. Very exciting. I never realized how long it takes the fire trucks to get there, even when they're only five minutes away. It feels like forever. It made me think of John, sitting on his car with his baby sons in his arms, watching his house burn. I wonder how long he had to wait before the fire trucks arrived. Not that it would have made a difference for Mary, but I wonder how horrible that felt, alone with your tiny sons, watching your life burn down in front of you.
The stink of burning upholstery and plastic was overwhelming, all that black smoke, the paint blistering away from the sides of the vehicle, turning white and ugly as the bad half of Harvey Dent's face. And when the fire hit the gas tank there was just this pop and sizzle, no exciting explosion. We stood there outside the building with our cell phones and took pictures.
So yeah, that was interesting.
Also, I refuse to miss out on Monday night RPG, even though it would be smarter of me to stay here at home and work on BB. I miss my friends, dang it. It's been too long since I hung out with a squad of nerds. So yeah, I'm taking off now, but Jimmy and Sammy are still talking in my head. (Well, Sammy thinks it's Jimmy.)
"Hey, Jimmy!" Sammy called, waving at him with both arms from where he sat in the chilly April dirt.
Jimmy turned at the noise, gave him a tilt of the head in acknowledgment. He didn't smile, though, and Jimmy almost always had a smile for his littlest brother. He must be in one of his weird moods again.
As if to prove that, Jimmy immediately turned his unnerving blue stare to Daniel, watching him frankly and without blinking. Daniel shrank slowly down beside Sammy, hunching his shoulders, small round face drawn in dismay. "What is he doing?"
Sammy shrugged. "He's just...lookin'. Jimmy looks sometimes." He patted Daniel's shoulder and used it to push himself to his feet. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll ask my dad or Jimmy about coming over to your house sometime."
"Hello, Sammy," Jimmy said when he approached, finally taking his eyes away from Daniel. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Totally kickass," Sammy said, just to test him. Jimmy didn't immediately say, "Don't say ass." Yep, definitely in one of his moods.
It's going pretty well.
