No Question About It

If you had one last morning in the windy city, how would you spend it?

McDonald's the Future Yourself, Motherf*cker

Marnie is also, you guessed it, awesome. We spent the evening sightseeing. After meandering the magnificent mile, failing to find an open used book store, and finding the Navy Pier thoroughly disappointing:
... we decided to go for upside-down deep-dish spinach pizza at Uno.
Then we walked home, noting with care the danger of falling ice.
These signs are everywhere, and when you consider their implication, they're pretty terrifying. First of all, the ice is obviously falling from the tops of buildings, aka THE INFINITE DEPTHS OF SPACE:
Second of all, what the hell am I supposed to do to avoid it? They should read: DANGER: YOU COULD BE IMPALED AT ANY TIME. TRY WALKING IN FRONT OF THE SPEEDING TRUCKS ON THE STREET INSTEAD. OR DUCK. NOTHING WILL HELP.

ACOL!

ACOL is a great conference that you should totally go to if you are doing linguistics in Alberta, as I'm sure most of you are.