Prof of the class I'm taking just called me saying, "Hey, you know, you don't really have the pre-reqs, are you sure you want to do this?" And I said, yeah, I should be able to manage. Odds of my rocking the curve anyway: pretty good. Graduate level theoretical statistics: pshaw.

Uh... whatte the swyve? I was asked about providing certain information, some other person had been working on it but passed it along to me since she was going to be out, she forwarded me the e-mails and everything prior, so I'm providing it, and then one of the guys said, "Great, so how's the progress on this other thing that was never mentioned previously in these e-mails that you also probably couldn't get the necessary data for?" And now I'm all, "Uh, what you say?"

Hmm. Somebody just mentioned somewhere that my gym is hosting a PL meet the week after Easter. I'll look into it, even though I'll be pretty weak coming off Lent, most likely. Still, I resolved to compete this year and that's the best time to do it. I had worried earlier that there didn't seem to be many competitions nearby and events later in the year may make travel difficult, but this works out pretty well. 70's Big! I'll have to buy a singlet (don't make fun of me). I may want a belt by then. I may want to rock out by then. And it looks like I'll have to get my doctor to sign a note saying it's okay for me to take my drugs. Friggin' WADA.

I meant to play a chess tournament sometime last year, but never did.

When giving to charity, give unrestricted. I know you want to aid Haiti, but it's better this way. Sometimes restricted funds end up as a curse. Take, for instance, Red Cross' tsunami funds. They've really done about all they can by now for the tsunami victims (maybe they haven't, actually, but that's almost beside the point) and it would be rather nice if they could just apply those funds to current disasters, but they can't.

Somebody brought up how awesome it would be to see some of C.S. Lewis's sci-fi works done with the same technology as Avatar. No no no no no no no no please don't. Please, don't. Don't even go there. No no no.

I watched the 70-minute video review of The Phantom Menace with Teh Wife the other day. It was mind-boggling. It made me realize just how little sense the movie made. I suppose when people are presented with a narrative and have a hand waved over them, they try to give the benefit of the ol' doubt and construct a mental bridge over the gaps. I knew the plot was terrible and slightly nonsensical, but had not given much thought in quite some time to how crappy and convoluted it was.

I'm going to eat lunch and do work now.