Writing: Submitted a story for an anthology on Thursday. The anthology's idea is to cross robot stories with a non-SF genre. My Wodehousian take (Cheerio, J33-V5!) was rejected this morning. That's fast turnaround, for which I'm grateful (though disappointed). Generally, these things take months to find out the results. The deadline for submissions is the 4th of April, so there's almost enough time to submit something else: Maybe "Robots for Chocolate," "The Death of Artemio Robot," or "Robots of Redwall" will fit the bill.
Movies: I have to say that if I were MIT, I'd sue the movie 21 for defamation of character. Granted, it's been many a year since I've been in a diff eq class, but I don't think that lame discussions of probability really fit into the curriculum. In addition, if I had paid all that money to have a professor spew brain teasers stolen from the Sunday newspaper supplement, I'd have gone into yak herding. Kids, if this is what MIT is like, give RPI a look-see, 'k? (Also, it seems to me that if I were a poor kid whose big dream was to get into Harvard Med, I'd have tried to shine in a liberal arts undergrad school somewhere instead of taking the robotics track at MIT. Or if I did MIT, at least I'd have gone the bio-mechanics route.)
Restaurants: Shane's is a nice fast-food bbq joint in Laurel that we visited for the first time this weekend. The picture of the oversized owner is a bit off-putting though. I don't want a reminder that I need to diet just as I'm entering a meat emporium. At the other end of the fancy scale, we tried the Oz Chophouse, which went out of its way to show us that we were not welcome and were wasting our money. Sure, the food was good, but we spent a lot of money for very very little service. (And how can parents afford to take their kids to a place like that?)
Pub: Speaking of expensive, we also dropped by Victoria's GastroPub last Thursday. It's worth the trip up to northern Columbia, even if the food is a little froofy.
Blossoms: Tried to get down to the Alan Bennet play at The Studio, but missed it by ten minutes. So we joined the hordes at the Cherry Blossom Festival. The best bit was tuning into 1670 AM to hear Park Ranger John speaking with Paddles the Beaver. I am not making this up. Paddles really wanted the kids to know that sitting on the trees, pulling off their flowers, and trampling on their roots are all really harmful to the poor trees. Really. Funny that Paddles failed to mention her own species' involvement in cherry tree damage. Yet another government cover-up.