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from an awful season
This morning when I crossed the street to go to the house, there were a few sporadic flakes of snow. If Mom hadn't been worried that it would rain, I wouldn't even have noticed them.
But the sky is too exhausted to spew precipitation--grey & heavy, it hangs overhead. It's reminiscent of the smoky ash now covering every single item in the house that used to be my home.
I was only going to head downstairs to pull out my computer & its various paraphernalia, but I detoured to my room and took my first peek at the living room and the kitchen, where the fire was worst. It's complete devastation, really. The entire living room is gone, ditto the kitchen. The heat was so bad that the TV MELTED to nothing, glass and all. The TV in my parents' bedroom melted as well, but only partially--my mother jokes that if she were more of an artist, she'd pull bits from the wreckage, encase them in glass & call it "Dali from the Flames" or something catchier.
I brought the monitor, computer tower, keyboard, mouse, speakers, etc to the apartment, but when I tried to turn the monitor on the LED flashes suspiciously and there was no comforting blue glow. Undaunted, I booted the computer nonetheless, and it did boot successfully with a lack of beepage, so possibly it is unharmed as I hope... but with no monitor, it's not very useful to me. Except possibly as a doorstop.
I tried to take out my portable CD player from the house, and I'm thinking that was a mistake. It was in my room & it still works, but it smells so badly--STINKS so badly--I don't think I can stand to have it near me. I never ever ever EVER want to smell that peculiar fragrance--burnt hair & wood smoke & burnt plastic & an unpleasant tang like licking a battery -- ever again. Never a fuckinggain.
But the sky is too exhausted to spew precipitation--grey & heavy, it hangs overhead. It's reminiscent of the smoky ash now covering every single item in the house that used to be my home.
I was only going to head downstairs to pull out my computer & its various paraphernalia, but I detoured to my room and took my first peek at the living room and the kitchen, where the fire was worst. It's complete devastation, really. The entire living room is gone, ditto the kitchen. The heat was so bad that the TV MELTED to nothing, glass and all. The TV in my parents' bedroom melted as well, but only partially--my mother jokes that if she were more of an artist, she'd pull bits from the wreckage, encase them in glass & call it "Dali from the Flames" or something catchier.
I brought the monitor, computer tower, keyboard, mouse, speakers, etc to the apartment, but when I tried to turn the monitor on the LED flashes suspiciously and there was no comforting blue glow. Undaunted, I booted the computer nonetheless, and it did boot successfully with a lack of beepage, so possibly it is unharmed as I hope... but with no monitor, it's not very useful to me. Except possibly as a doorstop.
I tried to take out my portable CD player from the house, and I'm thinking that was a mistake. It was in my room & it still works, but it smells so badly--STINKS so badly--I don't think I can stand to have it near me. I never ever ever EVER want to smell that peculiar fragrance--burnt hair & wood smoke & burnt plastic & an unpleasant tang like licking a battery -- ever again. Never a fuckinggain.
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Some of my clothes still smell like that from the dorm fire over a year ago. The worst was when everything was still wet, though. God. Even miles and miles away from the building, I could still smell it for so long.
At least your data's probably okay on that doorstop of yours?
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And yeah, I'm hoping the data's okay, but I don't really know. There was almost no smoke downstairs, however, and I shut my computer off before I left the house (really. No clue why) so the (small but abrupt) surge of electricity that I think broke the monitor SHOULDN'T have influenced the computer.
But there's no real way to know that without a fucking interface. argh.