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Welcome back to, in all seriousness, what will become a recurring theme on this blog... That Stupid Thing I Did!

In our first installment, I retold the tale of how I locked my keys into my apartment then couldn't get in for an entire weekend. Well, number two happened last night.

I'm a tea drinker. I drink a lot of it. Every night, I fill up my snazzy tea kettle, get the water going to nice boil, pour it into one of my French presses and add some of that awesome Belgium loose tea. Every stinking night I do it! Makes three cups. It's awesome... Heck, I even did it this past weekend on a night when Eric and I both blacked out. Apparently, I've done it enough times, I can actually do it in my sleep.

Last night, I go through the routine. I pour the water in the kettle. Turn the stove on high, throw the kettle on and wait for the water to boil. Now, I do actually leave the kitchen at this time. I'm a busy boy. I've got things I need to take care of. Last night was no exception. I left the kitchen to go save the world (Note: I didn't actually save the world. I just can't remember what I was doing.) A few minutes go by, kettle is steaming nicely and making it's usual "heating up" noises. But something's wrong. It's starting to smell... like... SMOKE! I think to myself, "what is that?" and carry on with what I was doing. 5 seconds later I realize it's from my apartment and it's *cough* effing *cough* smo-- *cough* --key in here. With all the urgency of Michael Jackson leaving a courtroom, I casually amble over to the stove and... HOLY SHIT! IT'S ON FIRE! WTF?!

Now, this wasn't some small, put out with your shoes fire. This was a full blown, "someone get the fire extinguisher" fire. I'm talking level 3. Flames about a two feet high. "How the hell did I set my tea kettle on fire?!" Then I saw it.

A dishrag.

I left a dishrag underneath the effing tea kettle... and it lit itself on fire. You have got to be kidding me. I grab the dishrag, the three square inches that weren't on fire, and threw it into the sink. Thank the lord for those mini hoses off the the side and douse this fire until it's totally gone. Now it's bad. I feel like an idiot. It stinks in my apartment and it's smokey as hell in here. Plus, the dishrag was one of my new ones! I just bought the thing at Target!

So I open up the patio door as far as it'll go and freeze for the next 45 minutes trying to air this place out. Luckily it did and there was only one causality - a brave dishrag that went down fighting.

It's funny. Last night, I started, but never finished, a post to congratulate London for winning the modern "War of the Worlds" beating out Paris, Moscow and New York to hold the 2012 Olympics. Today, it's a complete 180.

I'm not sure how I heard about it. In my morning haze, I think my TV had alerted me around 7.45. I have my bedroom telley set to power on at 7.30 as sort of a second alarm clock to my real "beep-beep-beep" one. As soon as I had time to comprehend what the news reports were saying (last night I must've fallen asleep to Jimmy Kimmel or something), I quickly sat up in bed. I put the pieces together then texted The Girl with the news of what happened. I sat there in bed until 8.40 this morning, watching TV, stunned. The initial reports said 2 casualties. That rose to 37 as the day progressed. I went threw my morning routine but I always went back to the Londoners.

I set my Criag's List widget to the London Rants & Raves section this morning to gauge reaction from actual Londoners but my naivety won out, as only Americans wishing hopes and prayers to Londoners were posting. As should've been the case, I know the first thing I did September 11th wasn't jump on the internet and post to a public forum.

I'm not going to get political here. In fact, I stray away from politics in most conversations. But I do know this isn't right... this world that we live in right now. The world I will raise my children in one day. Something is wrong. And the course we're going right now doesn't seem to be correct way to fix it.

I'm still amazed that with these 7 explosions, only 37 people died. It probably should've been worse. I realize 37 is more than 0 but it's also a lot less than 700, the number of wounded. It amazes me that on a busy commuter train at morning rush hour, only 37 died. It's quite amazing. As I read more and more though, it's not really a surprise. London has gone through this before and will come through again, like Madrid before them.

I copy over this post I found on Craig's List:

"Did anyone want to give in? Were we down-hearted? The lights went out and the bombs came down. But every man, woman and child in the country had no thought of quitting the struggle. London can take it. So we came back after long months from the jaws of death, out of the mouth of hell, while all the world wondered. When shall the reputation and faith of this generation of English men and women fail? I say that in the long years to come not only will the people of this island but of the world, wherever the bird of freedom chirps in human hearts, look back to what we've done and they will say "do not despair, do not yield to violence and tyranny, march straightforward and die if need be-unconquered." Now we have emerged from one deadly struggle-a terrible foe has been cast on the ground and awaits our judgment and our mercy."

Through all this rambling, basically England, I'm going to throw on some Embrace, put my kettle on and enjoy a nice, hot cup of tea in honor of you...


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