I did not know "crescent wrench" was a brand. I believe the thought in synthesizing cocaine was similar, Scola. Also a huge lie.

Anyone follow EveryBlock?

Apparently there was a bad fire on my block that started a few hours ago.

I don't think it was my apartment building....

Yikes.

Yeah, someone posted:

It was a big fire on the 1400 block of Jarvis, one of the old homes that had not been taken care of very well. Didn't look like there was anyone inside but there was lots of smoke and a good amount of flames as well. I'll let you know if I find out anything else.

That doesn't sound like my building.

Yikes Tommy--reminds me of the other day, I was reading the new Seattle police twitter feeds, and there were two reports of breakins at like, 2pm at the other end of the block from my house. I was worried I'd come home and have been robbed!

Apparently having your head tilted back helps cut down on clenching.

What Jesse said--do I have to sleep on my back for that? I sometimes wake up sleeping on my back, but usually I'm a side sleeper.

Timelies all!

Well, we had gotten tickets to today's playoff game when they were made available. Then we found out when the game was(1 pm. No, we didn't go.) Ah, well.

That doesn't sound like my building.

Still, scary. I've come home to firetrucks on my block, but again, luckily not for my building.

I wonder if I could get that printed on an oversized mug.

Heh. I was just thinking that (and just saved the image to my hard drive, because I actually have a Zazzle account and a folder full of public-domain images I've stumbled on that look like they belong on beverage containers).

Also, despite pretty severe depression I can usually tell sadness from anger because the latter comes with a jolt of need-to-punch-some-asshole adrenalin (regardless of whether there's an identifiable asshole to be punched), and the former makes me want to lie down and never punch anything again.

And I'm not clicking on sexy Bert and Ernie, and I also won't leave messages on a number with a general nameless message in no recognizable voice (unless someone like Polgara -- or my dad, but I think this may be the only thing on earth he has in common with Polgara [no, wait, he likes Buffy! Two things! But just those two] -- has warned me in advance).

Once fire trucks arrived at my old apartment just ask I was leaving. I asked a fireman if I should go back in and grab my cat. He said, "If you want to."

That doesn't sound like my building.

Fingers crossed. Me, I just found out that there was a shooting at Argyle and Kenmore less than an hour ago.