Noticulator Entry
Notes from the constant running log of the Circumgyratory Spooling Noticulator-MK2 in attractive black. The quality of the penmanship, and thus the pen used in question, are both high. All running log entries in the noticulator start with a date and then entered one per ruled line by number and time.
Spent all yesterday in Church doing the ritual stand-sit-kneel-sing and feeling rather bad about God and miraculous Feast days and sins and all those things I do not think about much the rest of the year. The Pathi, for reasons utterly unknown, decided to attack the Embassy during Begman Holy Week so the sermon was all about Rationality and Science and Objective Thought over Magic which clearly drives you insane and prods you to blow up Embassies during times of Great Sorrow and Repentance. The Vicar was full of more holy fire and rage than I've ever seen in Church before. Usually, CoB sermons are about potluck and, if we are truly unlucky, hotdish. The ex-pats in the audience were clearly Properly Chastised.
My secretary, who is also my AMINT secretary and thus prone to bouts of dry Irony, provided me with bacon with breakfast this morning. Which I ate with the clear conscious and no horrible taint of sin upon my soul. My breakfast returns to its natural, bacon-ful state.
Also, new velocipede is leaning here against the office wall taking up way too much room and forcing people to climb over/around it. It looks glorious. New goggles set is sitting on my desk in its very nice box.
I've acquired some new help with getting the City under control. It's part-time and I can't pay him in anything but job satisfaction until the Crown has some serious heft behind it, but I have nothing /but/ job satisfaction to offer at the moment. I'm running a tab for payment on the accounting books; if no money ever materializes I will compensate out of my own pocket.
And now, on to meetings. Thoughts about money and financials hopefully tomorrow.
Spent all yesterday in Church doing the ritual stand-sit-kneel-sing and feeling rather bad about God and miraculous Feast days and sins and all those things I do not think about much the rest of the year. The Pathi, for reasons utterly unknown, decided to attack the Embassy during Begman Holy Week so the sermon was all about Rationality and Science and Objective Thought over Magic which clearly drives you insane and prods you to blow up Embassies during times of Great Sorrow and Repentance. The Vicar was full of more holy fire and rage than I've ever seen in Church before. Usually, CoB sermons are about potluck and, if we are truly unlucky, hotdish. The ex-pats in the audience were clearly Properly Chastised.
My secretary, who is also my AMINT secretary and thus prone to bouts of dry Irony, provided me with bacon with breakfast this morning. Which I ate with the clear conscious and no horrible taint of sin upon my soul. My breakfast returns to its natural, bacon-ful state.
Also, new velocipede is leaning here against the office wall taking up way too much room and forcing people to climb over/around it. It looks glorious. New goggles set is sitting on my desk in its very nice box.
I've acquired some new help with getting the City under control. It's part-time and I can't pay him in anything but job satisfaction until the Crown has some serious heft behind it, but I have nothing /but/ job satisfaction to offer at the moment. I'm running a tab for payment on the accounting books; if no money ever materializes I will compensate out of my own pocket.
And now, on to meetings. Thoughts about money and financials hopefully tomorrow.