Get off your toocasses, Pittsburgh! It’s zombie time.
You know, there are three kinds of zombies: Hollywood zombies, Haitian zombies, and Philosophical zombies. But really, zombies probably don’t exist.
But since we all know that that do indeed exist, you’d better prepare yourself for survival
in an inevitable zombie world.
Class today was indisputably zombified, so the complete makeup time was not fulfilled–yet, but we’ll work it out somehow.
As I waited for that big yellow thirteen to take me home, the sky filled with hot air balloons. One caught my eye, as it did everyone’s. All of Dresden giddily squealed with giggly glee as a prestigious hot air crate of beer crossed overhead. I couldn’t take my eyes off that beer crate, until I heard–in English– “it’s a floating case of beer!” and I looked down to see my esteemed colleague Ron riding by on his bike, grinnin’ and a-wavin’. You just can’t stay mad at that guy.
I would have taken a picture (of the balloon), but my camera was not on hand. But I am sure plenty of other folks with those fancy camera-phones got a shot. I personally saw two or three folks holding their cellphones up to the heavens in direction of the balloon. Then, they turned to the person next to them and said, “see? That’s why it’s useful.”
Useful indeed. Incidentally, Garrison Keillor did a funny little bit on the radio about taking a ride in a balloon. Listen starting at 1:10.
Garrison does a show called A Prarie Home Companion on public radio back home. They just celebrated their 30th aniversary broadcast. Also notable from that show was an appearance of retro country cats BR5-49 (4:10).
