I swear: I am not torching my possesions for sympathy. Yup. Fire has figured into my woes again. This time it was my car that burst into flames... err, at least the battery cables did, and the battery terminals were little pools of molten lead.

I'm really starting to hate fire.
If I had to pick 3 horrifying ways to die, it would be: burning, drowning, and being eaten alive.

They say that most people who die in fires, die of smoke inhalation. They say that these people often don't even wake up... they die peacefully in thier sleep.
I don't believe them... I think its a lie to give the surviving members of the victim's family a little peace of mind.
Nobody can convince me that inhaling 300° acrid smoke wouldn't at the very least be a miserable way of getting woken up.

Drowning itself wouldn't be so bad, it's what goes through your head while you hold your breath... waiting to drown.

Being eaten would be lousy too.
Whether it's one big predator, like a shark or Bear, or many small hungry things like piranha or flesh eating insects. I'd like to stay at the top of the food-chain.

Burning reminds people of Biblical Hell.... or Hades.
Nobody wants that. Least of all me. Why lead a good, clean life, to avoid the underworld... only to be taken out by hell-on-earth?

The car however.... I hope, has been cast into the firey pit.
If there is a car hell.

It gives me comfort to think that the Escort could serve along side "Cristine". A cheap set of wheels so that Idi Amin and Stevie Ray Vaughn can carpool.

Gotta keep your sense of humor when you life is going up in smoke.

"playing with matches."