but even astronauts get tired

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...So. That one big tree that looked like it was about to fall on Wilder?
Totally fell on Wilder. (Props to Sara for seeing that coming last year.) There's a chunk off the roof, and about half the tree is now on the ground. Blanchard gossip is that someone was under it at the time, and that whoever it was is more or less okay, but I'm not sure how accurate that is. (Would explain all the sirens earlier, though.) Might be pictures later, if I remember to grab my camera before I go to Renegades.
Days like these, I'm glad I'm not in Prospect.

Wilder is one of the older dorms on campus, and pretty much the most popular if the speed it fills up during housing lottery is any indication. It's next to the student center (that being the aforementioned Blanchard). There's a giant old tree next to it, on the side closer to Blanchard, that perhaps should have been cut down last year (instead of the really cool and pretty much healthy one next to Mead mumble mumble).
Or, well, it's about half of a giant old tree, now. It's really damned windy up here today, as this would seem to indicate.
Prospect, the dorm I was in last year, is a boxy 1950s affair down by the lake. And when it's really windy, you can hear the wind coming in through the fire escape doors on either end of the hallway. I did not feel safe in there, those sort of days.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

It's says like these that I'm glad I don't live anywhere near Central Park. Come to think of it, I really need to get that skylight fixed. Damn.

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...So, what, you've been living with a hole in your roof or something?

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

*shifty* Where do you think the smoke from burning stuff went? There's a tarp up there in case of rain. And, well, the stove works as a rain collecting bin too.

[minkhollow]

...I think all I can say to that is 'no wonder you never had any heat.' Besides, can't you afford central heating now?

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've been paying the heating bills. I just keep forgetting to get someone in to fix the skylight.

Heating the Building is such a pain in the ass. It has about twenty different heating bills. I can't convince them to combine them.

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::facepalms::
You are exceedingly silly sometimes. But that's why we love you. Why's the heating thing that much of an unholy mess?

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mainly because the building for a while was apartments, and a couple businesses on the first floor. Benny never really bothered turning the heat on except in the places that were actually officially tenanted. *sigh* Or he had some arrangement with them that I can't figure out for the life of me.

[minkhollow]

Well, the first option makes a certain amount of sense, but... aren't you using the whole thing now?

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Yes. Thus the paying of a zillion bills every month. Almost go the Loft's heat shut off last month, too, because of all the frelling bills, I lost that one.

[minkhollow]

Oops. Presumably you found it again, though.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I did. Or, actually Roger found it. It had gotten stuck in with a pile of his music somehow.

We have heat, though. Which my roommate loves to take for granted. I'm trying to get him to do an album, but he seems to have a bad case of inertia.

[minkhollow]

Sounds like the boy needs some old-fashioned bothering.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

I've tried. Hell, I've tried just about everything I can think up. I even set him up a recording studio on the fourth floor. Granted, everyone else from Today For You uses it as well, but really it's Roger's. I don't get him. I'm going to have to record him angsting without his knowledge again. Last time I did that, well, let's just say he's up for an Osric.

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Os... oh, right, those. Not a bad turn-out, for angst.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Roger's angst can move mountains. Or at least mountains of people to vote for him. Something like that.

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...::gigglefit::
Whatever works?

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Yeah. There are days that I wonder if Roger's Angst has gone the way of Ron's Smell. You know, Discworld, the personified Smell? Roger's Angst just wanders around the Loft meanacing everything in its path.

[minkhollow]

...Yeah, okay, I can definitely see that.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

*shrug* Roger's got coping mechanism issues. Unfortunately, his just seem to gain sentience and wander around the Loft.

[minkhollow]

Must make things problematic for visitors.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. But then again, not too many people brave coming up to the Loft who don't know Roger. So, they understand at least somewhat.

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Well, there's that, at least.

[toki-usagi.livejournal.com]

I DID call that, didn't I? Dumbass MoHo. I'm glad the girl wasn't too seriously injured.

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Apparently, the tree fell on the only room in Wilder that didn't have anyone living in it, for another stroke of luck. They might have to move people around anyway, though - I'm nost sure what all the structural damage is.
Oh, and the side porch facing Blanch is gone.

[toki-usagi.livejournal.com]

I saw photos. And yeah...the haunted room that people refuse to live in. Figures.

Heads will roll.