Good LORD

I have FOURTEEN candidates scheduled for the Mensa admission test I’m giving this afternoon.  I don’t think I’ve ever tested more than ten candidates at a time before.  I only hope the room, which I booked sight unseen, is big enough.  Somehow I think I better figure to get there by two, instead of half-past as I’d originally intended.

The huge testing session came about because of a tie-in to Test the Nation.  KTBC, the local Fox affiliate, sent out a crew to film local members watching the show—although why anyone would want to see us watching the show, I’m not quite sure.  After all, we already know we’re qualified, so the whole thing’s academic as far as any of us are concerned.  At the end of the program, the producers gave information on “how to contact your local Mensa chapter and be tested,” and it seems any number of people followed up on that.

(In case anyone should care, I went to take the online version of Test the Nation this morning, from morbid curiosity.  I scored 55 of 60 questions correct, yielding a score—on which scale, I’m not sure—of 135.  Presuming they used Stanford-Binet numbers, I still qualify for membership, occasional calls of “Retest!” at meetings to the contrary.)

David Letterman withdrew some Pentagon olives from my back yard.  Fnord.