Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'...
Monday, 15 December 2008 13:09![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vixyToday's collection of random bits:
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iPod has a sense of humor. Today's walk-in-the-ice-to-post-office random songs included The Fixx's "Stand or Fall", Comsat Angels' "Falling", and Prince's "Sometimes It Snows In April".
I maintain that Jeff is secretly sneaking something into the iTunes downloads.
Standing on a street corner dancing happily to "Love Is the Seventh Wave" while waiting for the light to change was kind of fun, though.
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Either something very tiny bit me rather a lot last night or Saturday, or I'm having an extremely randomized allergic reaction to something. Little red bums on my arms, but in varied places and odd patterns. None of them close enough to each other to be called a rash. And only on my forearms. And four of them are in a little half-circle. I either have a very lazy rash or a very active spider. (Or a very *popular* spider. But I haven't actually seen *any* spiders in weeks.)
Could possibly maybe be the new shower gel, which I really only got on my hands and arms and then rinsed off quickly because I didn't like the scent. I took an antihistamine just in case it was a reaction to that or to something else. But it seems unlikely.
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Speaking of that, the 13 Rabbits is, alas, not a hit. It's meant to be cocoa, ginger, and cloves. Fake chocolate scent is difficult to do, and I don't know why I keep trying things when I've almost always been disappointed, but the name just gave me hope. Unfortunately, it smells like nothing so much as stale corn tortillas. (I'm not kidding. I have independent corroboration.)
Ah well. There are other rabbits.
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And speaking more of scents, continued informal trials confirm that my skin sweetens all BPAL that is capable of being sweetened, and turns everything else to Just Kinda Weird. And sometimes both.
I now know of not one but TWO scents-- The High Priest Not To Be Described and Sybaris-- which my skin turns completely into, no lie, Bazooka Bubble Gum. Not just bubble gum, but specifically that chalky, dusty sort of stale-spicy hard bubble gum from the penny-candy bins. (I am not making this up. I have independent corroboration on this too.) They share no ingredients except incense, and not even the same kind of incense. I am apparently a freak of nature.
This amuses me even more than the time that I tried Seanan's bottle of Jack, and Amy and Seanan and I all agreed that on me, it became unmistakably apple pie.
But that's okay, because I always tend to be drawn to the scents that make me smell like dessert. (And most of the time I wind up just wearing my vanilla oil anyway.)
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Got to work half an hour late this morning, because my car doors were FROZEN SHUT.
Also because I am kind of an idiot. After far too much time spent tugging helplessly at both doors (my arms are actually sore from it), I went back inside and kind of plaintively whined "I need help, I don't know what to doooooooo..." and Tony was as patient as he always is when I display this remarkable lack of common sense, and gently reminded me that hot water will, in fact, usually melt ice. (Hey, it was early. And I was kinda distracted.)
Even then, he had to come help me wrench the goddamn thing open. The water did make lovely patterns as it froze on my window, though.
James is now having a balmy vacation in the office garage. In preparation for the drive across the frozen goddamn Middle Distance this coming weekend. (You know the phrase "so-and-so stares off into the middle distance"? Ever been to central Washington?)
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Kaleidoscopic recap of the weekend: relaxed, oily, and fed with ice cream; yummy homemade pasta and spicy-but-not-too-spicy-for-vixies sauce; but why is the wine gone?; Munky Brains and the Epic Fails hires a new member; the cake is still a lie (but the Lussekatter are real!); *tsk* you'd have made a better goblin; gmail wouldn't lie to you!; vixy successfully drives in snow; no really we're totally getting up now; oatmeal and cream; ice in the wheel well and the howlin' wind; moon rocks are sparkly!; chai is warm and sweet and tasty; the REAL perils of poly; fuzzy pajamas, footie pajamas, cookies and dead flesh (but no nuts); frickin' cold vs. fucking cold (DOE); don't use up all the internets; ice is less scary if you bring a monkey with you.
(ETA: Rock Concert Movement #237: Taking the audience on a Jungian journey into the collective unconscious by using the shadow as a metaphor for the primal self that gets repressed by the modern persona and also by using an underground setting and labyrinth office design to represent both the depths of the psyche and the dungeon-like isolation of our increasingly mechanistic society which prevents people from finding satisfying work or meaningful connections with others.)
-----------------
iPod has a sense of humor. Today's walk-in-the-ice-to-post-office random songs included The Fixx's "Stand or Fall", Comsat Angels' "Falling", and Prince's "Sometimes It Snows In April".
I maintain that Jeff is secretly sneaking something into the iTunes downloads.
Standing on a street corner dancing happily to "Love Is the Seventh Wave" while waiting for the light to change was kind of fun, though.
----------------
Either something very tiny bit me rather a lot last night or Saturday, or I'm having an extremely randomized allergic reaction to something. Little red bums on my arms, but in varied places and odd patterns. None of them close enough to each other to be called a rash. And only on my forearms. And four of them are in a little half-circle. I either have a very lazy rash or a very active spider. (Or a very *popular* spider. But I haven't actually seen *any* spiders in weeks.)
Could possibly maybe be the new shower gel, which I really only got on my hands and arms and then rinsed off quickly because I didn't like the scent. I took an antihistamine just in case it was a reaction to that or to something else. But it seems unlikely.
---------------
Speaking of that, the 13 Rabbits is, alas, not a hit. It's meant to be cocoa, ginger, and cloves. Fake chocolate scent is difficult to do, and I don't know why I keep trying things when I've almost always been disappointed, but the name just gave me hope. Unfortunately, it smells like nothing so much as stale corn tortillas. (I'm not kidding. I have independent corroboration.)
Ah well. There are other rabbits.
---------------
And speaking more of scents, continued informal trials confirm that my skin sweetens all BPAL that is capable of being sweetened, and turns everything else to Just Kinda Weird. And sometimes both.
I now know of not one but TWO scents-- The High Priest Not To Be Described and Sybaris-- which my skin turns completely into, no lie, Bazooka Bubble Gum. Not just bubble gum, but specifically that chalky, dusty sort of stale-spicy hard bubble gum from the penny-candy bins. (I am not making this up. I have independent corroboration on this too.) They share no ingredients except incense, and not even the same kind of incense. I am apparently a freak of nature.
This amuses me even more than the time that I tried Seanan's bottle of Jack, and Amy and Seanan and I all agreed that on me, it became unmistakably apple pie.
But that's okay, because I always tend to be drawn to the scents that make me smell like dessert. (And most of the time I wind up just wearing my vanilla oil anyway.)
----------------
Got to work half an hour late this morning, because my car doors were FROZEN SHUT.
Also because I am kind of an idiot. After far too much time spent tugging helplessly at both doors (my arms are actually sore from it), I went back inside and kind of plaintively whined "I need help, I don't know what to doooooooo..." and Tony was as patient as he always is when I display this remarkable lack of common sense, and gently reminded me that hot water will, in fact, usually melt ice. (Hey, it was early. And I was kinda distracted.)
Even then, he had to come help me wrench the goddamn thing open. The water did make lovely patterns as it froze on my window, though.
James is now having a balmy vacation in the office garage. In preparation for the drive across the frozen goddamn Middle Distance this coming weekend. (You know the phrase "so-and-so stares off into the middle distance"? Ever been to central Washington?)
---------------
Kaleidoscopic recap of the weekend: relaxed, oily, and fed with ice cream; yummy homemade pasta and spicy-but-not-too-spicy-for-vixies sauce; but why is the wine gone?; Munky Brains and the Epic Fails hires a new member; the cake is still a lie (but the Lussekatter are real!); *tsk* you'd have made a better goblin; gmail wouldn't lie to you!; vixy successfully drives in snow; no really we're totally getting up now; oatmeal and cream; ice in the wheel well and the howlin' wind; moon rocks are sparkly!; chai is warm and sweet and tasty; the REAL perils of poly; fuzzy pajamas, footie pajamas, cookies and dead flesh (but no nuts); frickin' cold vs. fucking cold (DOE); don't use up all the internets; ice is less scary if you bring a monkey with you.
(ETA: Rock Concert Movement #237: Taking the audience on a Jungian journey into the collective unconscious by using the shadow as a metaphor for the primal self that gets repressed by the modern persona and also by using an underground setting and labyrinth office design to represent both the depths of the psyche and the dungeon-like isolation of our increasingly mechanistic society which prevents people from finding satisfying work or meaningful connections with others.)
