So here I sit in my room at the inn in Utica. Yep, back again for more madcap zaniness with those crazy funsters the professors of Utica College. Hoo Boy!

There was no place to stay at the usual joints around here -- they must be having some kind of gathering around here (though why someone would have a convention here, I can't guess. Maybe the theme is "Sales Techniques of the Damned"). So I ended up at the Rosemont Inn, a sorta lovely kind of B&B run by a family with more kids than I can count. The sheer kid count left me a little wary, as did their ultra-polite manner; I've been casually looking about for the odd Book of Mormon. No luck yet, but the money's on these folks as being a little too nice.

But the room's alright enough. In typical B&B fashion, they have given slightly smarmy names to all their rooms; mine's "The Othello." It's described on their website as being a more masculine room, with dark burgundy and forest green accents. I'm having a hard time understanding what parts of a bouquet over the bedstead, a pink divan, a cloying print of a little girl being nuzzled by a puppy, and a bow-bedecked wreath (on the inside of the window, no less) are supposed to communicate manliness.

They have a semi-dodgy wireless network up here that has been up and down for the past 20 minutes; somebody must be running a hair dryer off the same outlet. But hey, I get a full breakfast! Beats McDump or Dunkin DooDoo anyday of the week.

Well, I'm off in search of dinner. The top prospect: a local seafood hotspot called Hook, Line, and Sinker. Here's hoping!