one day, he'll stop yammering about this job application thing

Okay, the whole google application thing is now out of my hands; they've got eight interviews, an updated transcript, my fresh-off-the-pdflatex resume/CV/thing, and everything that the entire internet has ever known about me. That was pretty lengthy. I'll have a Final Answer next week, apparently. My recruiter, who's been super-nice this whole time, says prospects are very good, having gotten this far (past the NYC committee, now the executive dudes in California have to decide), but I want to be more like "pleasantly surprised" if it works out instead of Pretty Disappointed if it doesn't... I ordered a Dinosaur Comics shirt to pseudo-celebrate, the "Professor Science" one.

I'ma go apply for some other jobs, just in case.

Oh, I suppose I should be doing work for that whole "still a gradstudent" thing too, huh?

The sault-man cometh, tomorrow. w00t :)

The mystery of chessboxing.

Chess boxing has a governing organization: the WCBO.

It's not just a GZA song.

Now we just need Chess-MMA, yes? Or Chess-kickboxing? Chess-capoeira? Chess-decathlon?