"There Must Be Some Way Out Of Here,"

said the Joker to the Thief. "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief."

That's how awesome the Battlestar Galactica Season 3 finale was. Jimmy Hendrix by way of Bob Dylan. Unfortunately, the show won't be back until 2008. I love and hate the producers of that show. I know I'll forgive them, eventually. But for now I'm angry and sad and still pumped from the awesomeness.

In other news, I got both of my midterms back on Thursday, and things were just about as I expected. I got a 92 on the Mechanical Design test (I'm fairly sure that was the highest grade, but we're kinda past those announcements at this point in school). I got a 20.5 / 30 on my Viscous midterm. That's a couple of points better than my midterm last semester, and near the top of class performance this time. I need to do at least as well on the final to get an A, which shouldn't be a problem.

I may have an opportunity to go to Washington, D.C. sometime soon. Dr. Vakili asked for anyone interested in both the NASA and politics, and that's me to the letter. There's some kind of annual rally / awareness conference every year, and they like to sponsor a few students. It would involve meeting some congressmen and NASA bigwigs, so that would be cool. More on that as details emerge.

As for the weekend, it went pretty well. Jeff and I grilled some steaks last night, and watched Casino Royale (the new one). We're going to watch the old one soon (we've got it, just no time). I thought the movie was pretty good, I look forward to the next one.

Yesterday I got all my Viscous homework taken care of for the week, so I could focus on my missile more right now. Today I spent the day trying to get my propellant geometry designed (its pretty important). I can get a solution for my 1st stage, but the 2nd stage is proving to be (in polite terms) awful. To make matters worse, our professors have conflicting views on the neccessity of designing said propellant geometry. Dr. Flandro thinks is not worth the time and effort (yay!), but Paul thinks we should do it (boo!). Jeff and I are on the verge of attempting a coup de class. More on that as details emerge.

Now to bed. To bed, I said.