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Monday, March 3rd, 2008 11:15 am
When I'm waiting around in an airport, it's wonderful to have someone there who "speaks my language". I've done way too much flying by myself lately, but last Thursday Rob was with me. We blathered about subjects as diverse as challenge square dance calling, the organization of the periodic table, how difficult it is to fly an airplane with funky shoes on and whether anyone has ever taken an ATP checkride barefoot, and the potential joys of kakuro in hex. That last, by the way, I totally want to try.

The gate agent called for the "sapphire" members to board, and Rob mused that they've run out of rare and precious metals for the clubs of all the people with special privileges. He suggested a niobium club, and I suggested a unununium club. I admitted that that might have its own problems, though: "Hi, I'm a unununium club member -- whoops, not any more." For some reason that really tickled my funnybone. Then I decided that since there exist better programmers than me, and there exist better square dance callers than me, my purpose here on this planet is to make unununium jokes. It's not that I do it well, but probably no one's ever tried it before, so now I have a niche.

Hanging around in an airport is a lot more fun with Rob than by myself.