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The small throng of zombies (I'm pretty sure that's what they were) never made it into our building, but we did lose internet and phones after my last post. We hunkered down in the art room and planned strategies for survival and possible escape. Fortunately, we never lost power, and cell phones seemed to be working just fine. Go figure.
A little after four, we saw a line of fire and police vehicles heading down the street, and reports were coming in that the zombies were congregating at the 99 restaurant, demanding brains. A quick-thinking sous chef there prepared a platter of ribs and then doused them with 151, bringing them outside so all the zombies could get to them. He then tossed a match into the fray and made a run for it, barely escaping with his life. The shambling mass caught on fire and went up in an incredible conflagration, darkening the skies over the plaza. The fire department stood by to make sure nothing else caught fire, while the police devoured popcorn and generally kept back the public. The last I heard, the staff were roasting marshmallows, and the sous chef was imbibing mojitos while the fire department put out the last of the embers. It was a total slaughter: sous chef 1, zombies 0.
We got the all-clear near 5:00, and since East Longmeadow was still in shock, the traffic was blessedly light.
I made it home just fine, seeing the occasional smoldering pile of zombies, and it looks like the resourceful folk of western Massachusetts have once again prevailed.
Maybe now the state government will come up with a preparedness plan?
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In other news, I am inordinately sad about the passing of Tim Russert What a shocker, and what a huge loss to the political news world. He was a decent human being, and the best at what he did. My heart goes out to his family and his colleagues.
A little after four, we saw a line of fire and police vehicles heading down the street, and reports were coming in that the zombies were congregating at the 99 restaurant, demanding brains. A quick-thinking sous chef there prepared a platter of ribs and then doused them with 151, bringing them outside so all the zombies could get to them. He then tossed a match into the fray and made a run for it, barely escaping with his life. The shambling mass caught on fire and went up in an incredible conflagration, darkening the skies over the plaza. The fire department stood by to make sure nothing else caught fire, while the police devoured popcorn and generally kept back the public. The last I heard, the staff were roasting marshmallows, and the sous chef was imbibing mojitos while the fire department put out the last of the embers. It was a total slaughter: sous chef 1, zombies 0.
We got the all-clear near 5:00, and since East Longmeadow was still in shock, the traffic was blessedly light.
I made it home just fine, seeing the occasional smoldering pile of zombies, and it looks like the resourceful folk of western Massachusetts have once again prevailed.
Maybe now the state government will come up with a preparedness plan?
*****
In other news, I am inordinately sad about the passing of Tim Russert What a shocker, and what a huge loss to the political news world. He was a decent human being, and the best at what he did. My heart goes out to his family and his colleagues.
The small throng of zombies (I'm pretty sure that's what they were) never made it into our building, but we did lose internet and phones after my last post. We hunkered down in the art room and planned strategies for survival and possible escape. Fortunately, we never lost power, and cell phones seemed to be working just fine. Go figure.
A little after four, we saw a line of fire and police vehicles heading down the street, and reports were coming in that the zombies were congregating at the 99 restaurant, demanding brains. A quick-thinking sous chef there prepared a platter of ribs and then doused them with 151, bringing them outside so all the zombies could get to them. He then tossed a match into the fray and made a run for it, barely escaping with his life. The shambling mass caught on fire and went up in an incredible conflagration, darkening the skies over the plaza. The fire department stood by to make sure nothing else caught fire, while the police devoured popcorn and generally kept back the public. The last I heard, the staff were roasting marshmallows, and the sous chef was imbibing mojitos while the fire department put out the last of the embers. It was a total slaughter: sous chef 1, zombies 0.
We got the all-clear near 5:00, and since East Longmeadow was still in shock, the traffic was blessedly light.
I made it home just fine, seeing the occasional smoldering pile of zombies, and it looks like the resourceful folk of western Massachusetts have once again prevailed.
Maybe now the state government will come up with a preparedness plan?
*****
In other news, I am inordinately sad about the passing of Tim Russert What a shocker, and what a huge loss to the political news world. He was a decent human being, and the best at what he did. My heart goes out to his family and his colleagues.
A little after four, we saw a line of fire and police vehicles heading down the street, and reports were coming in that the zombies were congregating at the 99 restaurant, demanding brains. A quick-thinking sous chef there prepared a platter of ribs and then doused them with 151, bringing them outside so all the zombies could get to them. He then tossed a match into the fray and made a run for it, barely escaping with his life. The shambling mass caught on fire and went up in an incredible conflagration, darkening the skies over the plaza. The fire department stood by to make sure nothing else caught fire, while the police devoured popcorn and generally kept back the public. The last I heard, the staff were roasting marshmallows, and the sous chef was imbibing mojitos while the fire department put out the last of the embers. It was a total slaughter: sous chef 1, zombies 0.
We got the all-clear near 5:00, and since East Longmeadow was still in shock, the traffic was blessedly light.
I made it home just fine, seeing the occasional smoldering pile of zombies, and it looks like the resourceful folk of western Massachusetts have once again prevailed.
Maybe now the state government will come up with a preparedness plan?
*****
In other news, I am inordinately sad about the passing of Tim Russert What a shocker, and what a huge loss to the political news world. He was a decent human being, and the best at what he did. My heart goes out to his family and his colleagues.
I knew it!
Jun. 13th, 2008 01:21 pmI *knew* things were a little weird this morning! Things just didn't seem right, but there was no logical explanation. 'A little off' isn't really a scientific observation, you know?
Here at the paper, it started out as a typical Friday morning. Rushing around, trying to get things done before the deadline. Jokes about how the world was supposed to end yesterday (some apocalyptic cult was predicting a nuclear war, as I recall). People calling last minute trying to get their ads in. Problems with credit cards. The usual.
We were so busy, in fact, that we didn't notice that people weren't coming in the door. We usually get at least a few customers who come in to renew and/or pay for their ads, even during the slow months. I happened to glance up at one point, and there wasn't any traffic on the street. That in itself is quite unusual, but not unheard of. Just then, however, I caught sight of several people - and this is the only way I can describe it - shambling up the middle of the street. Crikey, I thought, not again...
*sigh*
So I threw the bolt on the door, closed the garage door on the dock, and told everybody to batten down the hatches - the zombies are back.
Oh gods, and the only salt I can find is in little tiny packets... and I think they've packed away the rock salt for the summer.
I suppose, if we have to, we can break down the door to Mike Albano's office and escape out the back...
More later, if our internet connection holds out (I wonder if Charter will come replace the connection anyway?)...
Here at the paper, it started out as a typical Friday morning. Rushing around, trying to get things done before the deadline. Jokes about how the world was supposed to end yesterday (some apocalyptic cult was predicting a nuclear war, as I recall). People calling last minute trying to get their ads in. Problems with credit cards. The usual.
We were so busy, in fact, that we didn't notice that people weren't coming in the door. We usually get at least a few customers who come in to renew and/or pay for their ads, even during the slow months. I happened to glance up at one point, and there wasn't any traffic on the street. That in itself is quite unusual, but not unheard of. Just then, however, I caught sight of several people - and this is the only way I can describe it - shambling up the middle of the street. Crikey, I thought, not again...
*sigh*
So I threw the bolt on the door, closed the garage door on the dock, and told everybody to batten down the hatches - the zombies are back.
Oh gods, and the only salt I can find is in little tiny packets... and I think they've packed away the rock salt for the summer.
I suppose, if we have to, we can break down the door to Mike Albano's office and escape out the back...
More later, if our internet connection holds out (I wonder if Charter will come replace the connection anyway?)...
I knew it!
Jun. 13th, 2008 01:21 pmI *knew* things were a little weird this morning! Things just didn't seem right, but there was no logical explanation. 'A little off' isn't really a scientific observation, you know?
Here at the paper, it started out as a typical Friday morning. Rushing around, trying to get things done before the deadline. Jokes about how the world was supposed to end yesterday (some apocalyptic cult was predicting a nuclear war, as I recall). People calling last minute trying to get their ads in. Problems with credit cards. The usual.
We were so busy, in fact, that we didn't notice that people weren't coming in the door. We usually get at least a few customers who come in to renew and/or pay for their ads, even during the slow months. I happened to glance up at one point, and there wasn't any traffic on the street. That in itself is quite unusual, but not unheard of. Just then, however, I caught sight of several people - and this is the only way I can describe it - shambling up the middle of the street. Crikey, I thought, not again...
*sigh*
So I threw the bolt on the door, closed the garage door on the dock, and told everybody to batten down the hatches - the zombies are back.
Oh gods, and the only salt I can find is in little tiny packets... and I think they've packed away the rock salt for the summer.
I suppose, if we have to, we can break down the door to Mike Albano's office and escape out the back...
More later, if our internet connection holds out (I wonder if Charter will come replace the connection anyway?)...
Here at the paper, it started out as a typical Friday morning. Rushing around, trying to get things done before the deadline. Jokes about how the world was supposed to end yesterday (some apocalyptic cult was predicting a nuclear war, as I recall). People calling last minute trying to get their ads in. Problems with credit cards. The usual.
We were so busy, in fact, that we didn't notice that people weren't coming in the door. We usually get at least a few customers who come in to renew and/or pay for their ads, even during the slow months. I happened to glance up at one point, and there wasn't any traffic on the street. That in itself is quite unusual, but not unheard of. Just then, however, I caught sight of several people - and this is the only way I can describe it - shambling up the middle of the street. Crikey, I thought, not again...
*sigh*
So I threw the bolt on the door, closed the garage door on the dock, and told everybody to batten down the hatches - the zombies are back.
Oh gods, and the only salt I can find is in little tiny packets... and I think they've packed away the rock salt for the summer.
I suppose, if we have to, we can break down the door to Mike Albano's office and escape out the back...
More later, if our internet connection holds out (I wonder if Charter will come replace the connection anyway?)...
Cool article here about Park Trailers, which might be an option for me someday. Houses in this state are so @#$% expensive, and these can look like cottages! Plus, I could move it if I wanted to. Neat.
*****
Strange, but I seem to be the only one here who remembers the zombies yesterday. Everyone else is acting like nothing ever happened! How weird is that?
*****
Strange, but I seem to be the only one here who remembers the zombies yesterday. Everyone else is acting like nothing ever happened! How weird is that?
Cool article here about Park Trailers, which might be an option for me someday. Houses in this state are so @#$% expensive, and these can look like cottages! Plus, I could move it if I wanted to. Neat.
*****
Strange, but I seem to be the only one here who remembers the zombies yesterday. Everyone else is acting like nothing ever happened! How weird is that?
*****
Strange, but I seem to be the only one here who remembers the zombies yesterday. Everyone else is acting like nothing ever happened! How weird is that?
We managed to fight off the zombies with a tub of rock salt and our fierce pirate attitude. All is quiet here in western MA, as the undead hordes seem to have headed south into CT. Watch out down there!
For some reason, cable and internet seem to be working, which confirms my theory that both are run by zombies, anyway.
I'm reading scattered reports all over my f-list. Stay safe, dudes!
For some reason, cable and internet seem to be working, which confirms my theory that both are run by zombies, anyway.
I'm reading scattered reports all over my f-list. Stay safe, dudes!
We managed to fight off the zombies with a tub of rock salt and our fierce pirate attitude. All is quiet here in western MA, as the undead hordes seem to have headed south into CT. Watch out down there!
For some reason, cable and internet seem to be working, which confirms my theory that both are run by zombies, anyway.
I'm reading scattered reports all over my f-list. Stay safe, dudes!
For some reason, cable and internet seem to be working, which confirms my theory that both are run by zombies, anyway.
I'm reading scattered reports all over my f-list. Stay safe, dudes!
Must write fast. They're coming. I can hear the moans and shuffling feet coming down the hall. I'm pretty sure they've already gotten Mike Albano, his shredder stopped running a few minutes ago...
I threw the lock on the door, but some of them are shambling their way around to the dock. I hope Martine realizes this and closes the garage door! I don't dare yell to her, lest they realize there are people in here with fresh brains...
I hope we don't have to make a stand for it in the conference room; it gets so stuffy in there! We wouldn't last long...
For goodness sakes, stay away from East Longmeadow!
I threw the lock on the door, but some of them are shambling their way around to the dock. I hope Martine realizes this and closes the garage door! I don't dare yell to her, lest they realize there are people in here with fresh brains...
I hope we don't have to make a stand for it in the conference room; it gets so stuffy in there! We wouldn't last long...
For goodness sakes, stay away from East Longmeadow!
Must write fast. They're coming. I can hear the moans and shuffling feet coming down the hall. I'm pretty sure they've already gotten Mike Albano, his shredder stopped running a few minutes ago...
I threw the lock on the door, but some of them are shambling their way around to the dock. I hope Martine realizes this and closes the garage door! I don't dare yell to her, lest they realize there are people in here with fresh brains...
I hope we don't have to make a stand for it in the conference room; it gets so stuffy in there! We wouldn't last long...
For goodness sakes, stay away from East Longmeadow!
I threw the lock on the door, but some of them are shambling their way around to the dock. I hope Martine realizes this and closes the garage door! I don't dare yell to her, lest they realize there are people in here with fresh brains...
I hope we don't have to make a stand for it in the conference room; it gets so stuffy in there! We wouldn't last long...
For goodness sakes, stay away from East Longmeadow!
