One sometimes becomes one's own Cassandra - that is, making pronouncements or hearing some comments, not paying heed to it, and then having that sense of déja vù when things, seemingly inevitably, happen.

Sam and I were talking earlier today (make that yesterday, although that's only because this is the second time I'm typing this entry - more about that later*) about Murphy's Law as applied to umbrellas and rain. Naturally, I did not carry an umbrella with me. Naturally, later that day it started raining. Thankfully not torrential enough to stop me making my bowling rendez-vous, although it did mean I was waiting on the wrong side of the road (shop awnings make great shelters. Note to Bloomington city officials (or IU, or Bloomington Transit): why does the bus stop in front of Sample Gates not have a rain shelter?).

Joey then mentioned that he lost his favourite hat, and for some reason, despite hearing that (or because of it, if the spell of bad luck continues) I then proceeded to leave my hat behind. That, after making sure that I didn't forget my watch too! Perhaps Mr. Cerebrum is not able to keep track of two things at once. Argh. I did call the bowling alley and confirmed that they had found my hat, so now it's just a matter of getting a ride there..

And to connect the dots (funny, I was about to write connect the knots (which leads to tying the knot, which was probably conjured by the thought of bowling shoes, added with the bowling lore Christine told of Pin #5... ah, material for Q700 tomorrow. So this entry has suddenly acquired academic content!), there is the question of whether Dr. Hofstadter's Copycat conversation earlier today at the Runcible Spoon has anything to do with my copycat hat loss.

Pretty fun day overall. Bowling's fun, first time I break the century since, what, 2003 at that company bowling outing, and, to boot, I potentially have a research adviser!

* Linux, or rather, the ATi proprietary binary driver, decided to start fuzzing the screen and locking the machine up hard just as I was to press Submit earlier on. So I must have purged myself of all my coincidental bad lucks for the next month or so, right? ...