It turns out I was mistaken, and only one of the two buildings burned. Is still burning, in fact; fire crews are still on the scene and roads are still blocked, almost 12 hours after first responding. We counted at least six fire cranes, some still spraying. Thankfully, surrounding homes and businesses were protected.
@evan We’re not close enough to be personally at risk. A lot of people who live in the adjacent apartments are in real danger. I hope the fire crews (and there are many, from many surrounding suburbs) can keep them safe.
A bit down the road from us, there was a not-quite-a-park empty lot in the middle of a small commercial district that quietly sat there for years.
Couple of years back, it and a nearby parking lot were sold to a developer to tear up and build a pair of upscale mixed-use apartment buildings that were set to open soon.
Those buildings are both burning to the ground as I type this.
I really hope they don’t take the adjacent arthouse cinema, brewpub, and older apartment buildings with them.
“Ultimately, even as HTML has become the province of professionals, it cannot be gatekept. This is what makes so many programmers so anxious about the web, and sometimes pathetically desperate to maintain the all-too-real walls they’ve erected between software engineers and web developers. But people who write HTML know that hierarchies were made to be blown up. All it takes is a tag that doesn’t close where you’d expect it to.”
Every year since about 2007 has felt like a it’s year from out of the future, but somehow “2025” feels way more future-y than the others. It’s an affront that the actual reality of 2025 is so retrograde.
As much as I sneer at the way trailers have pre-trailer trailers now, I’m dreading the day someone decides to give the pre-trailer trailer its own trailer and thereby accelerate our descent into unhinged insanity.
This afternoon, while hanging out with my ~14 month old granddaughter, I figured out how to play “Baby Shark” on her toy xylophone. So I went with it, because it’s one of her favorite songs.
On the third or fourth repeat, she turned to me, gave me just the kindest smile, and took the mallet away from me.
In every relationship there is one person who loads the grocery belt like a Scandinavian architect, and one who loads it like a racoon on crystal meth.
Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist. Old enough for it to hurt when I stand up, not old enough to have stopped noticing. Agnostic in principle, atheist in practice, #CSS guy, mzungu. I’m only here for the food.