It could call itself something worse...

Bean Trivia was sparsely attended last night, although we did get a late infusion of Speecho-Americans about halfway through. First of all, the team is small, but we also had competition at the school from Culture Night, whatever that is. I don’t begrudge Sailors getting more culture into their noggins; far from it. But if Bean Trivia isn’t culture, I don’t know what is. Anyhow, there were certainly enough players to have an enjoyable evening, with the People’s Champion triumphing and winning a chocolate bunny and an audiobook in Spanish. He can eat one and listen to the other, or vice versa, however he chooses.

It was also the last official meeting for the PC and the P. Tears flowed freely, albeit only metaphorically. It was something of a Circle of Life moment, watching them disappear into the sunset. And so we bid a fond farewell…

I spent a little time today updating the calendar. I think we know when most things will take place next year, except for the finals and whatnot in March and April. The only question marks are the locations of the various MHLs, whether Wee Sma will move or stay, and a convenient weekend for the MHL workshop. We already discussed here that Monticello is moving because of the Jewish holidays. Bill Cooper pointed out that the Sept 30-Oct 1 position raises the question of which PF topic they’ll use. I suggested using the September topic on Friday and the October topic on Saturday, but something tells me they won’t do that.

And tomorrow it’s off to Scranton. I’ve never been to the fine city, but I have to point out that whenever you tell anyone you’re going there, they inevitably repeat the word Scranton back to you with extreme linguistic distaste. There’s something about those two nasal syllables that hits the ear the wrong way. They call themselves the Electric City, by the way. It’s good to know that they have electricity, I must say, although it had never occurred to me that they wouldn’t. The things you learn from the internet…