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no fire at the show, nope.

actually, this is another place I really didn't want to wind up -- on the other side of the Boeing as it blasted the alligator head. I was on the left, next to Mark when we got blasted with flaming debris, after moving the Running machine out of the crowd. we weren't supposed to be there and had to dodge the red-hot pulse jets of the Hovercraft, the burning styrofoam from the fire blasting over our heads, the Snot Gun next to us coating us with high-velocity snot, and the exploding barrel of fish and water. I was a mess after the show, and pulled melted styrofoam cobwebs out of my hair -- though Coop's cats *loved* me when I finally got to their house later.

photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/bluematt/sets/72057594052359344/