"It's just a bit of fun. But it's also to get you thinking about the consequences of fire."

I'm not apologizing for how sporadic this blog is anymore, that's just how the blog is, everyone be cool. But don't cool down TOO much, because today's story is about a HOT topic. How hot? Blazing hot! Flaming hot! Firey hot! ... It's about fire. (And safety. It's about fire safety.)

Welcome to Chunderville, USA. Population: MY WHOLE LIFE

This is a story about barf.

If you're not into a long and detailed narrative of spew, turn back now. I mean it, this will be a tale of vom, a ton of vom, and nothing but the vom, so help me Vom. Strap in if you're ready for it, yak-afficionadoes. All of this happened to me yesterday.

I can't say for sure if it was Air Canada's pasta, or the Thai food I ate with my family before I got on the plane, or the Starbucks sandwich I had somewhere in between, or some kind of unrelated virus entirely, but whatever it was, good work to it, it definitely won Britain's Next Biggest Life Ruiner. BECAUSE: