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Yessiree, this is the hot place to be. |
(Silly question, I know. If you are, you won't exactly have time to post, now will you?) |
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I really just thought it was a good excuse for a drinking session. Watching bushfires is hot, dry work ya know. |
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It's called "nature" |
after Victor Frankl (on man) So, dear firewatchers and Fosterchuggers, the bush wandered into the cool-ass studio of its resident Bushmaster and asked: "Master, tell me what it is that your teacher saw to have the Most Importance in life." The Master thought for a moment about his Teacher, and said, "Whatever he was doing, I suppose." One thing I learned from watching smoke from brushfires: there's never a mirror far away. Off to paint (literally, as in 'semi-gloss enamel of the lightest plum color,' and as in 'with a brush and roller and cheescloth') the privy. |
is that like hot sex witha red head? if so, there are BUSHfires nearly every week at my house. On another disaster note, we had a couple of rattling, whisky chugging quakes over the weekend. The first one was a 4.3....scared the hell out of me. The feeling of vulnerability is intense, my apartment felt like a house of cards. The next one was 4.1, about 25 minutes later....this one was a little more ragged and violent. Again, we ran for the door, but by the time i turned the knob it was over.... my fear is not subsided by the fact that my apartment bldg. is built into a hill, and our bedroom is the furthest corner out, meaning, its the highest up, about 4 stories... |
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