I have created a monster. Yesterday, I taught my roommate how to play chess. Today, he's spent the whole evening cramming openings and strategy and I already have to fight for dear life to win. I've had it with losing. The time has come for my secret weapon: Fritz, the talking chess program WILL have to be re-installed. Nimzo-Indian opening, here I come. (No idea what it means, I just like the word. And apparently, it's classical, yet elegant.) I'm also planning to get a chess board on e-bay as I've discovered the only board we had went to Berlin. Maybe in real life, those pesky bishops won't resemble pawns so much...