So far, I have not yet been assassinated in the Senate, but who knows -- the night is still young!

Got a cold last Friday, which sucks. Clearly the best cure for this was standing around in the rain all day at Shamrock Fest! Fortunately, we heard some awesome bands (The Tossers! Scythian! Enter the Haggis! Carbon Leaf!), so it was totally worth it.

Yesterday, as you should know, was Pi Day! In celebration, I made Laura drive me all over NoVA in search of some place that had pie. Fortunately, we found Meera, and then a diner, so all was right with the world once more.

Personally, I think we should combine the two holidays (3-14/15, see? It fits!) and organize epic games of Assassins wherein you take out your target by pieing them in the face.

In conclusion: GoogleBooks has apparently opted for a very entertaining reading of Shakespeare's play, wherein the mob is actually made up of delicious pastry and not, you know, plebeians. But isn't that a mistake we all make?

It's a shame, really: "Enter Brutus [...] and Cassius, with the pie" would give even "Exit, pursued by a bear" a run for its money as Most Awesome Stage Direction.

π = ( 3.14159265... )

HAPPY ∏ DAY!!!!!

In celebration, I made a pie! It is apple and also delicious. Everything went well except for the part where I dropped it, and then the oven turned off and it didn't cook for 20 minutes. Yeah.

Mmmm, pi.