I've been looking to nudge this thing out of the nest for a while now, and what better way than a Public Service Announcement (we here at Swagger are nothing if not a Socially Responsible Corporate Entity):

ATTENTION HIPPIES: When cooking up a batch of hash oil in the house my brother lives in, do not use a camp stove. Smokie the Bear says "Iso-fucking-propyl alcohol and open flames don't mix kids!"

So yeah, my brother's sub-simian roommate burnt their house into a smoky deathtrap (and made the front page of the local paper doing it [sorry, no linkage]). I basically got to spend yesterday pretending to be a responsible adult, buying my brother clothes, making sure he a had a place to sleep, momomo, rather than getting my monumentally disorganized shit together for my last term. Gah.

On the plus side, there's a huge quantity of beer in the fridge, and some Sissy Cocktail (TM) mix in the cupboard. All are welcome to partake tomorrow night.

Exterior Tranquility.