pyromania

It used to be that on the 4th of July finding a fireworks display worth viewing meant heading to the city park or some stadium somewhere. But you should just come to my neighborhood. My neighbors are all a bunch of firebugs, seriously. Mrs. Nuke 'Em and I just sat on our driveway and watched as multiple households launched every variety of sky rocket known to mankind. These aren't just bottle rockets; these are the real deal. Aerial explosions of every color flickered the immediate horizon. It wasn't exactly Stadium of Fire, but damn near.

I don't know what is up with the demographics of my subdivision, but there is an unusual amount of firework junkies. I think it's cool, just a little bit strange.

So next year, come on out to my place and freeload on the neighbors' trips to Evanston.

Oh wait. I'm moving. I hope my new neighbors are into blowing stuff up.

todd's iPod for tuesday 7/5

10:20 a.m. "Right Where It Belongs" Nine Inch Nails
1:20 p.m. "Bug Eyes" Dredg (Corey O. played this on X96 Xposed on Friday night and I called in and voted. It did't win. But I'm playing it anyway because I can.)