Sailing, sailing, jumping off the railing

Jeesh.

First, on the positive side, the move to Google for the Hendrinauts is proceeding apace. Everybody really does seem to have a gmail account already, and if they don’t, setting one up couldn’t be easier. Sweet.

I sent out the first message today to the LDers at the Pup, telling them that they’re not getting judges and to get off our lawn and whatnot. They’ve still got a ridiculous waitlist, and the tournament is less than three weeks away. It’s time to fish or get off the pot. Of course, there are those who think they were somehow singled out to not get their hired requests for some reason, but the reality is, we just can’t fill that many. So it goes.

The bad news was that we have to move the First Timers’ tournament. Bronx Scientology has to give the city’s special school entrance exam that day. We’re considering a couple of other possibilities, so we’ll have something, I’m just not sure where.

Dickering has also begun among the assorted nabobs about the date of the State finals, but I think that’s sort of settled, since everyone seems to agree on early March. Makes no never mind to me one way or the other.

Meanwhile, the debate Sailors met last night, with their knickers all in a twist over unilateralism. Does the person who came up with this PF topic read the papers every day about Syria and think, “Boy, did I come up with a great topic or what,” because if that is the case, I want that person to come to my house and draw a red line somewhere so that I can say in response, “You and what army?” [Sigh.] Oh, well, what can you do? At least reality points up all the flaws or correct assumptions in the various scenarios. And nuclear proliferation is sooooo different from chemical warfare…somehow. It’s not like they’re both WMDs or—Oh, wait a minute.

When does the November resolution come out?

Back to the positive side, last night I did get to introduce the team pipsqueak to the song “Short People,” and I showed all of them the video for “The Sailor Song,” our team anthem, except maybe the music for the Main Street Electrical Parade might really be our team anthem. It’s hard to say. If that’s not a productive meeting, I don’t know what is.