Hate stupid fires

I've got a lot of friends and family in San Diego who've had to evacuate because of the wild fires. At the moment, the Witch fire has burned 145,000 acres, is 0% contained, and is burning half a mile away from my family's house in Poway.

When I was living in San Diego four years ago, I got woken up by a phone call on a Sunday morning from a friend, who was calling all his friends who lived in the path of the wildfires. And I remember thinking, "Why is he doing this? I live in the middle of a concrete city. My house can't burn."

Of course, he was right - the fires were being whipped out of control by Santa Ana winds, they'd jumped the 15 freeway, and were five miles from my house. The sky was thick with smoke and ashes, family and friends were evacuating from their neighborhoods. It's a really strange feeling rushing through your house to start loading your car with computers, valuables, photographs, autographed comic books, etc.

Heh - autographed comic books. I'm such a nerd.

Anyways, the fire ended up not reaching our house and we never went anywhere. But just having to deal with wild fires was incredibly annoying.

Hate. Stupid. Fires.