One thing that I do for "fun" is referee fencing tournaments. This past weekend, I refereed the "Gold Blade Open" in Dallas. The organizers went through a helluva a lot of trouble to fly me up there and even gave me a new hotel room when I found out that they had put me up with our section's autistic savant. Anyhoo, I am including myself when I say this: the cadre of referees with whom I worked were the nerdiest ever assembled in one place. If someone had firebombed the venue, the coolness factor of fencing referees in the USFA would have jumped a significant quotient. I tried to describe this to my Uncle Joe, who suggested the comparison of Napoleon Dynamite.

That described my weekend to a T. Refereeing with bullying nerds that follow the Napoleon Dynamite mold.

Also, the head referee, who is laughed-at and despised by his peers in the refereeing community, is of the same mold as the fat bastard with whom I worked at my former place of employee. Fat, waddling, beady eyed. The only thing I'll say in his favor is that he is not mean-spirited. Most of the time. He just tries to prove that he's memorized the rule-book down to the most obscure rules in Appendix A, section 4, sub paragraph B.

I guess I shouldn't be so mean to these poor folks.

Anyway.

Random question that I thought of while watching cable tv in my hotel room this past Saturday night after the tournament: why is it that Wargames plays on cable tv every weekend of the year?