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Fire as humor

alphafenris, your choice of "That guy who set that thing on fire that time" as your name has me grinning or laughing every time. (Well, OK, usually smirking or grinning, but with the mood I'm in, that practically equals a laugh.)


I suppose because in certain contexts, fire is funny. Not when it's massively out of control, nor when it's burning something precious, but when fire is combined with a certain type of male in a certain context -- the sort of context where "the guy who [did that thing] that time" is usually applied -- it's freakin' hilarious (usually until someone gets hurt, and then it's time for the Darwin Awards).
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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