It's bloody hot.

It's very very hot and humid and sticky here. I keep waiting for the heat to break, but it just won't. boo. Is it weird that part of the reason I'm so excited about going to a five-day theology conference this Wednesday (I'm goin' to Missourah to talk about Gawd) is because I'll get to spend at least five hours in air-conditioned airports?

However, I have succeeded in my plan of many years to be able to wear pants on even the hottest days (I don't know why I wanted to do this -- greater summer wardrobe options, I guess). So I sit here, sweaty and hot, but my legs encased in light khaki goodness, are fine.

In other Bento news, in case you care --

-- I finally watched the season finale of Lost (on my new VCR -- whohoo for obsolete technology!). It was predictable and cheesy (let's see, there are five people going into the jungle to get highly dangerous dynamite, and only one of them is not a star of the show. Red shirt anyone?) but also twisty plotty (the Others did take a boy, but not the one anyone thought of). I enjoyed this season, but could easily take or leave the next season. It's already getting a bit tooo soap opera-y for me.

-- After a brief moment of hostess fatigue (I was tired of working in the mornings, doing research in the afternoon, then making dinner for many people and making conversation all night) I had a lovely afternoon of restfulness yesterday and now I seem to be fine again. Sleeping in my own bed for the first time in ten days helped too. But generally I do love having people over, especially when they are fascinating people with many interesting quirks, people who I feel comfortable enough around to dance to the Tragically Hip in an arm-flailing, body-quaking kind of way.

-- Joel finally got a job, and a good one too, working for some crazy weird successful genius in Ottawa. It sounds like the perfect job, as long as he and the boss can get along.

-- The new games store across the street, Minotaur, is the coolest store ever. It has all sorts of wonderful board games, neat little puzzles, the best postcards ever, and tiny magnetic finger puppets of people like Freud and Foucault and Gandhi. Also, the store itself is gorgeous, with exposed brick on one side and limestone on the other, as well as wood floors and beautiful wood furniture. So with this store and the new Ten Thousand Villages (hurrah! Mennonites! Fair Trade! Didgeredoos!) store opening uptown, it's been a good commercial weekend here in Kingston.

that's all for now -- don't be like the priest at the Anglican church I went to this morning and faint in the middle of the ceremony. It's not in good taste.