The Highly Flammable Adventures Of GSL (was GSL vs. Bugs)

AntiPasta's Revenge!

Ladies and Gentlemen,

in honor of Greatsaintlouis' promethean struggle against the vile cranefly, I hereby dedicate my very own personal artwork to him in order to commemorate his sacrifice... I bring you.... Silicon versus Chitin!



With an eclectic juxtaposition of antipodes I have attempted to illustrate the irrevocability of technological progress and the shift in equilibrium between the divine complexity of Creation as opposed to the pinnacle of science (being the venerable Z80, no doubt) :smt040

Hey, I was bored :smt043

 

The pinnacle of science is the Z80? :smt017

Regardless, that is a flat-out awesome picture Anti, and you are my hero for risking life, limb, and armhair in capturing such a stunning photograph of the vile crane fly, which either explodes when threatened or has mastered a RPG-like Fire magic (as it is the only possible explanation for what happened to me the other night.) rayer: rayer:

Yeah, my can says the same thing, and I wonder what the hell the maufacturer was thinking when they wrote that. The product is not defined as flammable, but can be ignited under certain circumstances?? I think my putting a fucking lit butane lighter in an area where I have been liberally spraying the stuff for more than 5 minutes goes a little beyond "certain circumstances". I mean, I'd expect GASOLINE to produce a similar effect, or any other substance clearly labled "FLAMMABLE", but if something is "not defined as flammable", then one would THINK that it wouldn't ignite unless under VERY CERTAIN CIRCUMSTANCES!!! :smt076 :axe:

 

Alright, so at the urging of a few people, I decided to update this list with a few accounts of my other problems with open flame, hence the title change (I didn't want to start a new topic for it).

Asian Adventures

Back in the fall of this year, I was sitting in my room at my computer when my Thai roommate, Lot (short for a very long, hard-to-pronounce name) knocked on my door and asked, "Hey Chris, can you come out and help me with this for a second?" He's in the kitchen cooking, so I assume he wants me to move some dishes out of the sink or something. So I go to the kitchen and see him standing in the middle of the room holding a frying pan with about 2 feet of flames coming out of it.

Now, I didn't see how the fire started. I didn't see him put vegetable oil in the pan in preperation for making fried rice, set the stove on high, and then go to the bathroom. I thought he had just burnt something, and so my mind says, "Burning things - put under water." So I take the pan and put it under the running faucet.

And the flames grow from two feet to five feet.

At this point, we're both running in little circles in the kitchen, me holding a flaming frying pan, and trying to decide how to extinguish the fire. We had no flour or baking soda, the stuff you normally extinguish these blazes with, and I was seriously contemplating discharging our fire extinguisher on the pan, when it went out of its own accord.

Talking to my mother later that night, she said that we could have just put the pan in the oven. :toimonster:


Post-It Note Pyromania

I think I should make two notes before this tale. The first one is the odd fact that while I am not a smoker in any way shape or form, I usually have no less than two cigarette lighters in my room at any time. The second note is that I have a problem - call it ADD or whatever you will - with sitting still. I always have to be doing something with my hands, especially when I'm talking on the phone.

So it was my first year of college (two years ago) in the fall and I was talking to an old high school friend on the phone while entertaining myself with lighting the edges of Post-It Notes on fire and then blowing them out. I lit one and then was staring off into space, and when I looked back I realized that more than half of the note was ablaze. I tried blowing it out while still attempting to carry on my conversation, and then when I realized the note would not be extinguished, I threw it on the floor. Or carpet, rather. At this point, all my friend hears is a scream, a long string of hurried profanity, and a stomping noise as I stomp out the flaming note. Luckily, the carpet did not catch on fire, but there was a nice melted spot on it that I later had to delicately remove to keep the management from seeing it and revoking my security deposit.

 

:smt043 I havent "lol" so ahrd in a few days... you live one crazy life :smt043

Must come down and spend abit of time there. (At the risk of being killed! lol)

 

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GSL. If that ever happens again, just take the top to the fryingpan and slam it on there. But if its a like a stir-fry pan then you're out of luck. The thing is, the oven has a vent in the top so that the heat can escape so if you put a flame in there, it will still stay on fire. You're lucky to put out such a fire so big, my neighbors long ago weren't so lucky, they burnt the whole kitchen.

 

Re: AntiPasta's Revenge!

Z80 OWNS!! :smt023