Apparently, it's not that hard to get a nuclear warhead. This is quite disturbing. Even though I found out later that this story is probably not genuine, I'm still sure it could have been true...

I remember how I used to think, growing up in Washington D.C. as a child, that when we got nuked we would be vaporized instantaneously, so it really wasn't all that bad... We wouldn't melt or die slowly and painfully like the people in West Virginia or North Carolina... I remember being dully afraid though. Like death was hanging over everyone...

Later in college, I happened through a history aisle in the library, and started looking at books about Reagan, Iran-Contra, and other Cold-War issues... I guess I must have been much more scared as a child than I thought, because I almost began to weep. My eyes welled up with emotion. I finally realized that the nuclear standoff was over, right then and there. What a world we live in, eh? ... What else is there to say?

Finally, I was able to increase my LSAT score significantly on a practice test I took yesterday. I'm actually nearing an acceptable range now, I believe... I still have a long way to go if I want to reach my goal of being close to the 99th percentile, but at least I'm sure now that I won't feel like a moron when I get my score.

At work last week, I wrote a script to prevent me from launching IE after a certain time of day; the change was immediately apparent. I guess I'm an information junkie...