Saturday, August 25, 2007

Hot Air

I've always had a soft spot for hot air balloons. Even though the people in those baskets are likely to have 'magical' crystals around their necks, speak of Gaia, and take recreational enemas, still, I applaud their enthusiasm for balloons. They're big, pretty, quiet, and they fly. How cool is that?

So it's a wonder the global scolds, who think nothing about berating a stranger in a parking lot over their use of an SUV, give a pass to their brethren in balloons. I mean look at this, making CO2 and heat on purpose:

I suspect some of the global scolds are even in the baskets. I wouldn't blame them if they were. Really, have fun. Just don't yell down from your pretty balloons for me to change my ways.