Do bad things happen when self-important bloggers and devastatingly destructive gunpowder engineers join forces?
From my roommate (who practically pleaded not to be mentioned by name here, a fear I totally understand as the growing number of possible secks offenders from Jakarta looking at a picture of Amy Adams on this site is becoming alarmingly large):
If I had a blog, these fireworks from this weekend would totes be up on it. Since I don’t, they’re yours if not too blurry or out of date. Taken at my uncle’s cabin in (not kidding) Spread Eagle, Wisconsin. Note: there is no internet connection, or even a computer, there. These fireworks, thus, were a dear consolation for me.
Guesses at what they do? Answers after the jump.