my pirate name is bloody anne bonney. arrrrrrgh... what's yours?
What's My Pirate Name?
Thursday, September 18, 2003
yesterday was an exciting day.
for lunch i had indian food for the first time. it was interesting.. i had chicken curry and basmatti rice... i liked the chicken okay and the rice was just a little wierd. a tiny bit. the tandoori chicken i tried was also pretty good.
last night there was a fake fire in my building. i was watching the simpsons, the episode where bart's treehouse is burning down.. and as the flames start to engulf the treehouse, the alarm in my building went off. it kept going off and since i'm nosy i decided to check it out. i checked from the basement up and when i opened the door to the fifth floor, the hallway was full of smoke. so i ran back down a floor to my place, put the cat in the carrier and grabbed my wallet, ran down to the car, threw them both in there and went back in to investigate. the super wasn't home so i called his cell and by this time there was another guy who lived on the 5th floor who assured me i wasn't smoking crack, it was all smoke up there.. so after the super said he was on his way i called 911 and then waited outside for them to come. seven fire trucks (including the hook and ladder), an ambulance and a cop car all arrived.. the firemen went in with all their stuff and determined there was no fire. someone had discharged all the fire extinguishers on that floor into the hallway for no reason and it had set off the alarm. so on the one hand, i was all responsible and did the right thing, on the other hand i felt like a jackass for calling 911 for no fire. but chuck, from the 5th floor said if i hadn't called he would've and the firemen all said i did the right thing.
so it was exciting. partly it reminded me of the friends episode when the boys go on the police ride-along and ross thinks he has a near death experience when the car backfires. partly it made me think of the scene in the jerk when steve martin is living in the hotel and goes door to door telling everyone there's a fire because of his conversation with his new dog "stupid" (or "asshole", depending).
tonight is not nearly as exciting, which is fine. tonight i downloaded netscape radio plus and am listening to an entirely alternative 80's channel that is currently playing "gimme the car" by the violent femmes... this is so sweet.
tomorrow is talk like a pirate day.. do your part.. arrrrrrrghhhh
for lunch i had indian food for the first time. it was interesting.. i had chicken curry and basmatti rice... i liked the chicken okay and the rice was just a little wierd. a tiny bit. the tandoori chicken i tried was also pretty good.
last night there was a fake fire in my building. i was watching the simpsons, the episode where bart's treehouse is burning down.. and as the flames start to engulf the treehouse, the alarm in my building went off. it kept going off and since i'm nosy i decided to check it out. i checked from the basement up and when i opened the door to the fifth floor, the hallway was full of smoke. so i ran back down a floor to my place, put the cat in the carrier and grabbed my wallet, ran down to the car, threw them both in there and went back in to investigate. the super wasn't home so i called his cell and by this time there was another guy who lived on the 5th floor who assured me i wasn't smoking crack, it was all smoke up there.. so after the super said he was on his way i called 911 and then waited outside for them to come. seven fire trucks (including the hook and ladder), an ambulance and a cop car all arrived.. the firemen went in with all their stuff and determined there was no fire. someone had discharged all the fire extinguishers on that floor into the hallway for no reason and it had set off the alarm. so on the one hand, i was all responsible and did the right thing, on the other hand i felt like a jackass for calling 911 for no fire. but chuck, from the 5th floor said if i hadn't called he would've and the firemen all said i did the right thing.
so it was exciting. partly it reminded me of the friends episode when the boys go on the police ride-along and ross thinks he has a near death experience when the car backfires. partly it made me think of the scene in the jerk when steve martin is living in the hotel and goes door to door telling everyone there's a fire because of his conversation with his new dog "stupid" (or "asshole", depending).
tonight is not nearly as exciting, which is fine. tonight i downloaded netscape radio plus and am listening to an entirely alternative 80's channel that is currently playing "gimme the car" by the violent femmes... this is so sweet.
tomorrow is talk like a pirate day.. do your part.. arrrrrrrghhhh
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