KOIN.

And that was *before* the propane tank exploded and the fire kicked into truly high gear.

Yeah. That big explosion was seriously scary. I actually yelled “Fuck!” in the middle of the office because we *felt* it. One of my coworkers was *shocked* because she had never heard me curse before. Apparently, I do a really good job at keeping my language under control at work.

Yup, KOIN Tower. I’m just glad it was only two carts. The Mexican cart was far enough away from the Thai (where it started) and Greek carts that it looks like it was unscathed. If it had happened at one of the big pods closer to Burnside where they’re packed like sardines, holy crap.

The surface parking lot by KOIN/the Keller/the Oregonian. (So weird. I didn’t get any of these notifications on my phone! They all showed up once I switched to my tablet, though.)

I guess a couple of people got burned (including the guy who caused it. PSA: DO NOT POUR GAS INTO A HOT GENERATOR EVEN IF IT IS TURNED OFF), but no deaths unless you count ten cars, two food trucks, and one gorgeous tree.

Y’know, as a lifelong resident of Pacific Northwest logging communities, that accent is pretty fucking solid. That is the beer-soaked croak of a rural Clackamas (where she grew up)/Clark County (where she lives now) (ETA: or Washington Count, which is also very close) heavy smoker who hasn’t been sober in at least…

Unfortunately, you can’t edit after fifteen minutes. All we can do now is hope there’s a moderator or admin or someone like that who can remove the whole fucking thing.

Every night while I am trying to go to sleep, at some point, I think about Elvis. No, this is not a non sequitur.

Replying to boost as well.

Yeah, they still do that. I think it was Tarte (the makeup company) got in trouble a month ago for reposting a meme from someone that contained it. And then they posted a picture of a fucking *cat* to apologize — and then it was discovered that the cat was owned by a Chinese makeup blogger who very specifically DID…

I’m in Portland, and we have people here who will take their RVs to various parts of California, load them up with cats and dogs that CA shelters can’t find enough people to adopt, and bring them up here for adoption. I’m really hoping that these people will need into find a new hobby because their services are no…

That would be kind of weird to me since she previously adopted the doggie who played Lady.

Also: Anyone who thinks we don’t already have President Pence is kidding themselves. He may not have the title, but everything he wants done is getting done. We need to get rid of the talking circus peanut so we can stop obsessing about tantrums destroying the world.

Holy hell, I had missed that one. That first part with the numbers reminds me of Steve Albini’s The Problem with Music essay from 1993, back when the grunge scene was more or less at its peak and viewed as instant money for bands — until they actually signed a contract with a label.

They have done such shitty things that I get mad when I merely see their profile pictures pop up in suggested groups since Facebook puts friends’ profile pictures first in those group suggestions. I should probably just go ahead and unfriend them since they have made it clear by their behavior that they want no part…

They’re little plastic owls about three inches tall with light-up eyes and covered in glitter! Here’s a screenshot of one from the store, but I can’t remember if it’s exactly like this:

Yay, I actually got a few things accomplished today! I dropped a present in the mail, shopped for Halloween decorations for the office (GLITTER SKULLS WITH LIGHT-UP EYES. And also glitter owls and pumpkins. And garlands and a few other things I can’t remember. Two grocery bags full of stuff for thirty bucks! Thank…

He’s working on (are you ready?) a film version of an ED BRUBAKER graphic novel. I get tingly whenever I think about it.

So tired of jump scares. One coworker loves them and wants a movie full of nothing but them, but to me, they’re cheap and lazy, and I don’t really even consider them scary. I was thinking about this last night, and they’re really just pranks. I mean, how many times has someone snuck up behind you and made you jump…