In college, I was studying technical theatre (as in, all the back stage, design, lighting, etc of theatre) and I got my pyro ticket so that we could do some flash pots for a college production. We made our own flash pots, created different colored smoke and flash effects.
Not on class time, the instructor and a few of us did a little summer time flash show on the instructor’s farm. It was like a 1 minute bit that we remote controlled with a really simple system.
Anyway, I don’t understand why they wasted so much time fucking around to light all the different parts of the tank. It would be so easy to make all the different parts of that tank go of in a controlled fashion without that stupid, giant lighter.
Meh. Amateur hour.
Back in the 80’s we used to party down at the local river sand bar with some guys who did demolition work for a logging company. One year they brought down 26 sticks of dynamite. That made a Kaboom.
The next year they brought down 180 pounds of ammonium nitrate fertilizer, soaked it in gasoline, wrapped it in Det cord, and put it in three holes in the sand about 5 feet apart.
Now I have to explain that this was actually on an island in the river that you could reach by fording at low tide. There were maybe, fifteen rigs out there and about 75 people. (You could obviously wade out if you wanted.) They set up this mess a long way from the people, but maybe 100 feet away from where the cars were. It was hot, and everybody had left the windows open on their cars….
Except for one guy who had to roll up his windows and lock his truck. The concussion broke every window in that thing.