Where there's smoke...

...there's fire! Specifically, prairie fire. As in, last weekend's annual burning of the prairie. That's right. There's an environmental purpose to it, and it's all very controlled and such, but that's not the point. The point is, we got to go BURN STUFF. The students are mainly there to help keep things in hand, make sure the fire goes where it's supposed to, etc., but it was fairly damp out, so there wasn't too much danger of things getting out of control, so we also got to light some parts. Some people got to use the drip torches, and then some others of us (i.e. Chrissy and I) used improvised torches made of grass and got some major flame-age going on. Kick. Ass.

I would post pictures, but a) I didn't have my camera along, and b) my memory stick is apparently on the fritz. The stick itself I *think* is okay, but the adaptor to plug it into the computer makes my computer do bad, buggy things. So no further photos until I get a new one.

In other news, the weather needs to chill the fuck out. And by that I mean WARM UP, DAMMIT! WTF? A couple days ago it was all happywarmyayspring and now it's windy as all get-out and I swear I saw snow this morning. And of course, I can't wear my proper jacket, because I wore it to the fire Sunday and it still reeks of smoke. And I foresee no time to do laundry within the next two weeks. I'll be lucky if I manage to get my room looking presentable before my family comes to visit this weekend. Christ on a cracker, where is my time going?!