I spent last night and this morning playing scrabble with my grilf. It's so hideously hot down where she lives that I'm cowering in her apartment with the air conditioning on full blast. She isn't nearly as sensitive to the heat as I am, though.
I was quite astonished to find that the official scrabble dictionary lists gar (one of my favorite interjections and metasyntactic variables) as "to compel". I didn't even know it was a verb! The only meanings I knew were as an expletive ("by gar!"), a fish (much like a swordfish), and an acronym (Grand Army of the Republic). Still, it's one to add to the list.
I personally use it to refer to bile or anger ("Watch out -- Crackmonkey's full of gar today!") or as an interjection ("bus error? GARGARGAR!").
I took Caltrain down last night, and the new stadium had created quite a crowd. The new 4th and Townsend train station (a bauhaus nightmare of colored girders and cheap plexiglass) that was built specifically to handle game traffic seemed to lose several marks for macro-ergonomics. The process of getting on a train was made nigh impossible.
The rushing crowds, long lines, and incessant helicopter droning made me feel like I was in some Soviet sausage retailer or something.
I had some time on the train last night to take more notes on the design of the Citadel. I've had to reduce the number of helper objects in the system, on account of the fact that the user interface code needs to be able to flush the output queue if a user hits s to stop the flow of text. As soon as I get back to a machine with X on it, I'll play around with layout and design a proper Web site for the thing.
Also, if you have time, check out Brent Bottles's citadel archive if you're interested in that sort of thing.
It's true, I once accused schoen of being a Pythagorean. In addition to not eating beans, however, the pythagoreans also refused to look in a mirror that had a lamp in front of it. I'm not sure what the reason for that rule was, but I'm certain I've seen him violate it before.