I had a great time last night. Fairly big crowd. I’d met a guy at the Starbucks prior to my speech who told me a bunch of sociology students were planning to come and give me a hard time somehow. I hear this before every speech and nine out of ten times it amounts to little more than an ill-conceived gotcha question that doesn’t get me. But last night that didn’t even happen. I also met and had lunch with Glenn Reynolds — after ten years of e-friendship. He’s pretty much as you’d expect. Friendly, wickedly smart, charming but very dry in his sensibility. I also met the Instawife and Instadaughter, who were both lovely and probably smarter than Glenn (and me). All in all it was a great time. Thanks to everyone who came up or down for it, including the folks who drove over 150 miles to do it.

Now, about zombies. This was the first even where I got more questions (at the book signing) about zombies than about the Couch or Cosmo. An intriguing trend. But it’s true: My book is simply useless against zombies, save in bulk. If you dropped a pallet of books on one, it would probably kill it, or at least delay its advance long enough for the double-tap. Obviously, this means people need to start buying it in bulk.