The zombies are coming, and the mathematicians know it too.

I see the zombies much like Sunny Skeptic does

I see the zombies much like Sunny Skeptic does

Yes, my friend Annie, always with an eye toward the weird but worth considering eventualities in life, sent me this eye-opening story today: and followed up with The Zombie Bite Calculator Quiz. I have three months worth of work to do lurking on and around my desk, but I have ALWAYS worried how long I would have to get the kids and animals rounded up and safe when the zombies do rise up and wreak their revenge (I am reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith in order to familiarize myself with zombie quirks, partterns and how to defeat them).

So I did the test.
The Zombie Bite Calculator

Created by The Oatmeal

Obviously I was totally wrong when I thought I had a good overnight before my own zombie condition would be visible. Drat! More lists to redo! If it isn’t one thing, it’s another…


Getting over Christmas

Yes, I have already whipped past the Christmas devastation of this year. While my petty junk is laughable in comparison to the massacre in California that killed nine family members and the murderer, they were my trials all the same:

• a fully decorated Christmas tree knocked down in its prime (our tree adventures have nothing on those of Carla and Mark’s, at Tree Decorating 101, which I recommend for a visit—it’s a hoot if you love cats and little dogs)

• the fact that our cleverly trained-to-pee-on-a-puppy-pee-pad puppy thought all this Christmas wrap was a pee-pad extravaganza (you can fill in the rest)

• a flood in the basement. A punctured tennis ball plugged the laundry sink for a load that Tessa put in Christmas evening. When I ran down Boxing Day morning to flip it into the dryer, the dirty clothing at the foot of Mount Washmore seemed very cold under my slippered feet, and it took no time at all to realize it was also sopping wet. The tub had overflowed, cascading down one side of Mount W, and then pooling under it on its way to the drain, obscured, of course, by tons of laundry. Four loads later, my sister called and said throw it all in bags and bring it here. We’ll do it over the visit! OK! I took eight bags of soggy laundry out of the house, into the back of the car, where they remained until we returned home three days later. Frozen solid. What was I thinking? I wanted to do laundry at Christmas while visiting my family?

• not visiting with my three best friends within 3,000 miles, because I was so busy doing what now seems like nothing.

This morning, January 5, 2009, dawned with a half-chewed mini-rawhide bone under my pillow, Christmas wrap, ribbon and boxes on the kitchen table, panatone bread and Rice Krispies for breakfast and one misplaced/lost Grade 3 binder.


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