"We licked every nine-volt..."
Jun. 14th, 2011 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7So, yesterday, while hanging out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unknownbinaries' dad, we were talking about fires and arson as a crime and how traceable it is. Then at his place, we discussed fire alarms going off. In houses, in dorms, in old buildings, whatever.
When we got back, Rebekah and I went downstairs and she smoked on the back steps, near the pool. She stubbed her cigarettes out and put them in the trash, and we discussed how if the trash can caught fire, then we didn't start it. It was always burning since the world's been turning.
Last night, the fire alarm went off. Sometime after the events of the aforementioned Waits-Tinged Madness, the fire alarm started blaring, and downstairs we went. I mention the Waits thing, not just for a timestamp, but because the guy from the elevator found us almost immediately, and he started talking to us about his job as a software programmer and how to smoke unfiltered Lucky Strikes.
The fire department came.
As we sat there, smoking, watching others smoke, listening to and watching the Surreal and random conversations, a thought occurred to me: "The Trash Can. Holy Shit."
And so I sat there, trying to figure out if they could tell which cigarette started a trashcan fire, desperately not saying anything to anyone. And eventually they let us back in.
False Alarm. Random misfiring of the system.
X-files were watched, sushi was eaten, things continued apace.
It's now time for breakfast.
unknownbinaries' dad, we were talking about fires and arson as a crime and how traceable it is. Then at his place, we discussed fire alarms going off. In houses, in dorms, in old buildings, whatever.When we got back, Rebekah and I went downstairs and she smoked on the back steps, near the pool. She stubbed her cigarettes out and put them in the trash, and we discussed how if the trash can caught fire, then we didn't start it. It was always burning since the world's been turning.
Last night, the fire alarm went off. Sometime after the events of the aforementioned Waits-Tinged Madness, the fire alarm started blaring, and downstairs we went. I mention the Waits thing, not just for a timestamp, but because the guy from the elevator found us almost immediately, and he started talking to us about his job as a software programmer and how to smoke unfiltered Lucky Strikes.
The fire department came.
As we sat there, smoking, watching others smoke, listening to and watching the Surreal and random conversations, a thought occurred to me: "The Trash Can. Holy Shit."
And so I sat there, trying to figure out if they could tell which cigarette started a trashcan fire, desperately not saying anything to anyone. And eventually they let us back in.
False Alarm. Random misfiring of the system.
X-files were watched, sushi was eaten, things continued apace.
It's now time for breakfast.
