Eagles Over the Kennebec

*We went to the ocean yesterday, and it was a fine day for it. Even the moose thought so.


*I am entering a sartorial panic -- I'm down to three denim shirts and two really shouldn't be seen in public. Denim shirts are a Fashion Necessity up here in the North, where they double as light-weight jackets on cool summer days, and are the reason Rolanni owns no cardigan-style sweaters. In any case, denim shirts with logos on them (my preferred sort) seem to have gone Out of Vogue.

I may be reduced to buying unmarked Dickies at the local KMart. Before accepting this bland fate, however, I did a websearch and came up with this. Just think of a Shirt of Stars, with each star embroidered with the title of one of our books. Con Clothes!

Not what I was looking for, mind you, and by the time we were done with the embroidery, it would be so expensive a garment that I'd be afraid to wear it, but it was good for a fantasy.


*For those interested in such things, well-known rascal and man on the town, Pascal Bonenfant, has compiled a resource page for 18th century Britain, including many cant words and phrases.


*The weather is lowering, gray and damp, but will it rain? Of course not.


*I find myself peeved at the day-job in the matter of compensation, particularly in the face of having an entire start-up department added to my plate without discussion, or, apparently, recourse. However! Balance is. The new webmail system is so difficult to deal with (to access it from home, I would have to shut down a lot of stuff that runs on my machine by default before signing into the college system), that I will no longer be checking in via email from home. I used to do that, even though I wasn't paid for it, because I thought Being Responsible counted. Clearly, it does not, and I'm glad to have that cleared up.


*The cats -- by whom I mean, Mozart and Hexapuma -- have been Very Clingy today. At one point, I had both of them on my desk, helping me answer email; one snuggled on either side of the keyboard.


*Where the hell did all this laundry come from?