Look out - it's the Pinks

Oh my gosh, you guys. Since the bathroom on my floor at work is still broken, I took the elevator up, and do you know who works directly above my company? Pinkerton Government Services. The Pinkertons. The honest-to-god for-real Pinkertons. The same guys who saved President Lincoln from getting assassinated several times before he got assassinated. The same guys who notoriously opposed the burgeoning labor movement with various skulduggery. The men who are specifically forbidden, by US Law, from holding any kind of government position while they are also Pinkertons. They are banished from the District of Columbia, y'all - since 1893. They are a private organization of spies and security men. One of them turned into Dashiell Hammett. They are exactly the sort of people I am always interested in turning Dark Side to join and then betray.

I have to say, either spies are everywhere and nobody notices, or I run into them a lot more often than most people. Their bathroom is fancy and has now been infiltrated.

Grunge

I watch news all day long, but I missed the announcement of the healthcare vote during the 13 minutes I was driving home. Crazy.

Today, I once again dressed in a way I would characterize as early-to-mid 1990s, but I figured out that this is mostly because that is the last time layered cool-weather clothing was in. My office is overly air-conditioned, hence . . . thank-you, Seattle.