OMG I have to tell my flist, redux.
For those of you wondering, there are a few things that are actually true in the preceeding story.
We do have an emergency generator for our building, outside, just off the alley. I did just see it for the first time a few days ago. I have no idea if it is in working condition, or how much fuel (if any) it has, or if it would come online should the power fail (I'm guessing it wouldn't). Our office was previously a data center/tech support center, and so that's probably why it's there.
And yes, right across the street from us is the Boulder Police Annex. The front of the annex is made entirely of glass. I have never been in there, so I have no idea if there's actually a gun cabinet or not. But I do know that Boulder Police are famous in local LEO circles for having lots of expensive and unnecessary weaponry.
We do have a crow who hangs around the building and I have taken to calling him Fred. He is fond of the rich pickings from the garbage that the restaurants in the building generate. He is big and fat and amiable--amiable for a crow, anyway. I'd estimate his wingspan at nearly a meter. He also has quite the vocabulary of caws and toks and strange squabbling noises. He does not, however, fly up to the windows and watch us as we work.
That would be creepy.
We do have an emergency generator for our building, outside, just off the alley. I did just see it for the first time a few days ago. I have no idea if it is in working condition, or how much fuel (if any) it has, or if it would come online should the power fail (I'm guessing it wouldn't). Our office was previously a data center/tech support center, and so that's probably why it's there.
And yes, right across the street from us is the Boulder Police Annex. The front of the annex is made entirely of glass. I have never been in there, so I have no idea if there's actually a gun cabinet or not. But I do know that Boulder Police are famous in local LEO circles for having lots of expensive and unnecessary weaponry.
We do have a crow who hangs around the building and I have taken to calling him Fred. He is fond of the rich pickings from the garbage that the restaurants in the building generate. He is big and fat and amiable--amiable for a crow, anyway. I'd estimate his wingspan at nearly a meter. He also has quite the vocabulary of caws and toks and strange squabbling noises. He does not, however, fly up to the windows and watch us as we work.
That would be creepy.