Actually, despite all the worrying beforehand, the MODERNEXTENSION dance performance was good! It proved, at least, that Coldplay album tracks are indeed worse than the singles, and that you can have lots of fun with exercise balls. And Christa's vitriol at her past in the group was highly amusing (to paraphrase: the modern dancers hate the ballet dancers, the good dancers hate the bad ones, and everybody hates tap with a pathological fury. Who knew that it was such a hotbed of simmering rage, eh, readers?). Weirdest part of the evening: all week, I've been wondering just why I recognised the name of one of the people we went with last night. It was oddly familiar, but I couldn't place it. And when I met her, it was even worse, until it was mentioned that she used to be a CS undergrad at UNC. I'm fairly sure that I was her TA for a course during the 2002-2003 year. The algorithms one, I think. Which was a little freaky. Tetris DS update: the world is beating me down hard. I used to think I was a reasonable Tetris player; that illusion has been swiftly ripped asunder. I've won about six games since going online - these people are machines.