-ump Day

That's a capital hyphen.

Our coat closet has B.O. - or, more likely, someone who's placed a coat inside does. I went to grab my cellphone from my coat pocket, and it was so rank in there I may have swooned. If I didn't, then the fumes altered my brain chemistry enough that I distinctly thought I experienced a swoon.

I daren't attempt a rescue. Does anyone know the rate of stench dissipation in a closed space? (It's not air-tight. There's a good inch at the bottom of the door, and likely a 1/4" at the top, with periodic airings via door openings.) Should I just skip lunch?

But hey, I also found my favorite unrecognized female historical figure of the week. Ya, she's Mary Anning. She dealt in dinosaurs. There be love.

There also be terror in the horrible aesthetic sense of almost every other website 'dedicated' to her. (Note: tributes are more effective, people, when they aren't visually repugnant in their pastel-ity. Jesus, did someone blow up Barbie?)(OK, that would be awesome. If you did, then here's some Wiggle Room [trial version].)