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Fireworks 2026

Saturday was our annual BBQ and fireworks celebration. It was raining a bit while we were cooking, but not enough to cancel our grilling. I regret not getting a photo of me squatting under an umbrella eating a steak kebab!

That’s a photo of an intricate wooden model of a galleon Kristin assembled while I was gallivanting around the world…

And there it is burning on the fire. If you’re shocked by this, know that it’s perfectly fine to find enjoyment in making something without necessarily keeping it.

The rain cleared up before it got dark, which meant there was no obstacle to lighting fireworks. Not that it would have stopped me ๐Ÿ™‚

That’s my ‘By the Power of Grayskull‘ moment, of course referring to the best film of 2026 my lifetime, Masters Of The Universe. I held this firework a bit too high and rained a few sparks directly down onto myself, which was exciting.

We had much fewer sparklers this year, but the ones we had seemed longer, louder and more voluminous. Most of our fireworks were the kind that shoots into the air and makes pretty explosions, which are difficult to photograph. They were loud and thrilling and I enjoyed every one.

The neighborhood echoed with loud booms since apparently Rochester is full of rogues who turn a blind eye to the illegality of certain backyard fireworks. When we drove to the hotel afterwards thick clouds of smoke filled the suburb. I had read that firework sales were high this year – probably because of the 250th anniversary – and the noise and smoke seemed to support this.

Happy July 4th ๐Ÿ™‚

Fireworks Shopping

We went fireworks shopping yesterday, a now-annual tradition to secure supplies for next weekends pyromania.

As usual the selection at the store we go to – about two hours drive east to New Hampshire – was enticing, with the majority being large and expensive ‘cakes’ where a single fuse results in several spectacular minutes of explosions and sparks.

We don’t buy these of course, since they’re not permitted where we live. But I always daydream of setting them off!

The ‘Ghost Dragon’ is a large box big enough to hold a watermelon, fires only 9 shots over 30 seconds, and costs $140! Thats a lot of money for a single fuse, but at least people living miles away will know you’ve lit it ๐Ÿ™‚

If you’d rather deafen only those living in your street, I imagine 8000 tiny firecrackers would do the job. This massive roll is heavy and expensive, but you’d feel it in your bones if you could light it and stand only a dozen feet away!

If we lived somewhere remote I’d invest in a mortal launcher and some artillery shells like this set. These are essentially commercial fireworks, just like you see out on by a town or city. I find it amazing that in many states here you can just buy these and launch them in your backyard! (Although we don’t buy these, many in our state do and we expect to see a few visible from KLS’s parents yard next weekend.)

The above is most of what we bought. In total it cost $250.71, and as a bonus they gave us three free fireworks and offered us some artillery shells (which we declined).

Since the purchase and use of fireworks is ancient history for the Antipodean readers, I’ll go through the above in a little more detail…

These little guys are what I light before it gets dark because I’m too impatient to wait! A few tiny crackers, some spinners, flashers etc. are a fun intro to the true show. These are inexpensive and fun.

Here’s the sparklers, which never get old. The two on the top are hand-held, and the others are the different types (including the crackling ones). We also bought some of the meter-long ones. Sparklers are the only ‘firework’ still sold where we live, although they’re still not easy to find in stores.

To get to NH we have to drive through Vermont, where fireworks aren’t legal for sale either. However ‘smoke fireworks’ are available there, although these two were bought at the same store we got everything else. These simply emit thick smoke, often coloured. I was tempted to buy one of the ‘five minute smoke’ ones but recalled that when we lit one years ago the amount of smoke was gargantuan and we almost went insane trying to put it out after a minute or so ๐Ÿ™‚

Ground spinners are a favourite of ours. You light them, they spin around quickly, and then the better ones fly up into the air. These can go very high, and sometimes leave trails of sparks as they rise. The ‘Gyro Sonic’ is something we’d not got before, and the description is a little mysterious. I can’t wait to see what it does!

These are the only traditional ‘fountains’ we bought this year. Our shows used to be dominated by these back when fireworks were briefly sold here, since ‘launchers’ were not permitted. These are pretty devices that shoot out fountains of sparks, often accompanied by crackling noises and tiny little bursts. The ‘No. 8 Cone’ on the left cost $8 and only lasts 15 seconds but claims to shoot sparks 3 meters into the air!

This sword is a handheld fountain, shooting sparks out from the tip. A few years back these were sculptured as medieval blades, but now they’re always lightsabers. One of the ones at the shop even had a light up battery powered blade!

This year is the 250th anniversary celebration of the United States, so of course we couldn’t pass up this launcher that shoots 250 balls! I don’t think this will be noisy, just lots (and lots!) of roman-candle like projectiles shooting up over a half minute or so.

Here’s some more roman candles, and we got this pack since they all claim to be different. As a child we used to shoot these at each other using garbage can lids as shields, but we were immortal in those days and never cared about repercussions.

Incidentally it can be difficult to determine actually what a lot of these fireworks do. Something that says ‘emits showers of sparks‘ is just a fountain, but if something says ‘shoots flaming balls‘ then it fires a projectile upwards. If it includes the word ‘reports‘, then that means an explosion accompanied by a loud bang. We try to avoid the more powerful and noisy examples, but over the years one or two have snuck through our vetting process.

These guys all ‘shoot flaming balls with reports’, but they’re all small and short and I doubt the ‘report’ will be very loud compared to some of the examples shown at the top that we didn’t buy.

Here’s some more we got. Some of these are very heavy since they’re packed with clay to weigh them down. A few of these have QR codes on them so you can watch a YouTube video to get an idea what they do, which helps, but even then it’s not uncommon for the link to be dead or even direct to a different product!

We’ve got no idea what the above one does, but I’m sure it’s obvious why we purchased it. Based on the aisle in which it was sold I expect it’s a noisy one, but you can see it doesn’t even include the word ‘report’. I guess we’ll find out on Saturday ๐Ÿ™‚

I expect all this will take a couple of hours to set off, and as usual I’ll try to take photos and capture some video. If you could light one of these in your backyard, which one would it be?

Jacking In Billy Style

The weather was nice so today I went for a walk, and after a brief stop in a hobby store I stopped at Broadmeadow McDonalds for an early lunch. I was too early since Australians apparently eat breakfast well into the lunch hour, and when I realized I couldn’t get a happy meal for an hour I became slightly irked. I ducked into the loo but the floor was slick with pee due to an overflowed urinal and when I hastily fled the store the wailing of a feral child echoed in my ears. I vowed to never enter a McDonald’s ever again.

Luckily there’s a Burger King Hungry Jack’s just down the street. This is a cultured dining establishment that isn’t breakfast-obsessed and I happily ordered a small Whopper Jr meal. I wasn’t bothered by the fact they forgot the tomato or that there were only eight fries since I was intrigued by the fact the frozen coke was in two cups, and had been filled by what appeared to be a nine-year-old.

There had been a frozen coke incident the other day, so I took a microscopic and very careful sip. My caution was to no avail since the beverage was just a degree or two above absolute zero. As I was recovering from the extreme agony of being momentarily cryogenically frozen I realized the child laborer had given me two cups for safety reasons.

I headed into Newcastle, walking down Hunter Street as I do every year. Two men were painting a mural on a wall that I hope looks better finished than it seems it will. Most of the street remains a near-ruin and a sad ghost of what exists only in my memories now. Those days are gone forever, it’s time to let them go. But.

I bought a postcard at The Rock Shop. It’s so sun-faded it’s probably a crime for them to have sold it at the price they did, but more the fool me for buying. I had to interrupt the cashier who was debating the relative tastiness of fast-food chicken tenders with her friend. I probably should have given her my opinion (Oporto is best) but I didn’t want to seem weird because I’m actually very normal.

A man in civic park stood next to a sign warning owners to keep dogs out of the flower patch. His dog, busy destroying the flower patch, was on a leash so long I assume the man had appropriated it from a kite. The man himself resembled a gnome, and wasn’t much larger than his dog. He could have ridden it home.

I hopped on the light rail to head to the beach, which was a fools move since I only traveled a single stop. The beach was pretty, but the waves were mighty and swimming was disallowed. Only a few brave surfers were out, and for the first time as far as I can recall I didn’t go down and touch the water. It was quite warm by now, and I was in shorts and shirtsleeves, wondering how sunburned I’d wake up tomorrow.

Gulls were everywhere sharking for man-food, but these days even the beachside kiosks sell only breakfast almost at the lunch hour. No chips for the birds today! I bid the feathery thieves farewell and headed back into town to my destination.

This was the Tower Cinemas, which has been renovated and reopened after many years of neglect. This is a wonderfully nostalgic place for me (and my ilk), since this is the very same cinema I saw almost every film of important during my formative years.

The ground level has a lot of pinball machines and a few old arcade games and I had fun playing a few of them, including the new Pokemon pinball. My score of 172,883,800 was just shy of the high score table which seems ok for a first try, but at $2 a game I wanted to try others.

The interior of the cinema is largely the same as it was, with three screens over two levels. They’ve got an amazing selection of original movie posters hanging throughout which were great to see.

It’s very likely I saw all of these films at this very cinema, and I’d like to think these were the very posters they displayed at the time. The cinema also shows newer films, but they’ve got a busy schedule of vintage films that would make this place a regular destination for me if I lived here.

On the way back I stopped at Marketown McDonalds, since Sue assured me I only had a 50% chance of dying if I entered. I have become inured to the misery of this particular Maccas, so I was surprised when not only did I fall in love with the girl that gave me my order, but that I was able to sit and enjoy it without being murdered.

And yes, that’s my second frozen Coke of the day, although happily the freezer burn from this one only nearly made me pass out.

Before leaving Marketown I bought another giant bag of Toobs, which I immediately opened and ate as I walked through the side streets back to mum’s. A guy was painting his fence and looked at me querulously so I hid my Toobs, pulled the brim of my extremely fashionable hat down and hurried on. By the time I got back I was knackered; I’d been walking for about six hours.

Here we both are, and don’t you agree mum looks a bit like Doctor Who in this photo? Tonight we’ll watch TV and I’ll write postcards and maybe even begin the other op-shop puzzle. It shall be a relaxing evening ๐Ÿ™‚