look at me still talking when there's science to do

tallin, last night just before bed: "Where's the coffee?"

Me: It's in the cupboard at -

Tallin: No, no. Not the new stuff, where's the jar of coffee? That was beside the coffeemaker?

Me: *eyes widening* THE BABYSITTER.

She cleaned the kitchen. Marvelous. She moved the coffee.

It was a frightening ten minutes until we found it, tucked away in a dark corner probably the furthest place it could be in the kitchen from the coffeemaker.

WAUGH, PEOPLE. YOU DO NOT MESS WITH THE COFFEE. CAFFEINE = SRS BZNS.

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Today I take the child to the DENTIST OH BOY.

And and AND I got the ship notification for the "Snow, Glass, Apples" BPAL with the Neil Gaiman chapbook NOMNOMNOM.

And! I did not get enough sleep! Because there was the coffee incident, and then walking across the room on the way to bed my ankle decided that walking was just NOT ON and quit, right there, and I bruised my breasts (no, really!) by falling into the edge of the sofa, and ... yeah.

It was one of those nights. Not in the Eagles-song sense.

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Clickies! Yes, have some:

the stonehenge clock. It has ROBOTS involved.

international dome house. Oh god, do I ever want this. It would be like living in SMURF VILLAGE ALL THE TIME.

From the most awesome and excellent takaal: the velveeta rabbit. love. <3 <3

From the far-more-talented-than-your-humble-servant yuki_onna: (OMG can she WRITE, seriously, I've lost track of the number of times I've told friends to READ HER BOOKS): How to sleep with a writer. Carefully, in one word. I agree.

haikujaguar is doing another One Card Draw. She is one of two people who I will do divination with (deyaniera is the other), largely because she is SO RIGHT ON. If you want a card, the best way is to kick some money into the tip jar. It's worth it.

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Seaners is petting the little muffin-top bit of skin at the top of my shorts. It's cute, but weird. Just like him.

Now he's humming and staying 'hi' in context and being offended on dad's behalf for those THINGS attacking his head (ie: headphones).

And again, paratransit sucks. AUGH.

Bad:

Child is gagging himself enough to vomit. His throat and stomach have apparently been bothering him. (I say apparently because it's really hard to tell with this boy.) May be reflux, may be allergies. Am seeing pediatrician at 4:30 today. Miraculously they did not actually think this made him ill enough to send home immediately (which is true, he's not but our school is dumb sometimes as y'all know) and are sending him home at the normal time.

I have gotten pretty much nothing done today, and when I say nothing I really mean nothing. I had a bath and ate food. I've dinked around on the internets. That's it. It's 2:30 in the afternoon. *sigh*

New classroom teacher next year as the one decided not to come back after maternity leave and the one that replaced her can't physically handle such an active classroom, so we're on teacher #3. This means bludgeoning ANOTHER teacher into compliance. *sigh* *again*

Good:

We'll be seeing his actual real live doctor of record today, as his actual real live doctor of record is in the clinic today. I love this man. I fear he may be approaching the end of his residency, which is Not Fair. *pout*

I got a click-and-ship for my most recent BPAL order (a bottle of one of their Tikis and a six-pack of random imps, including some of their new steampunk ones). I need to go through my collection and have a big ol' sale, yes I do. <3 Will probably do this soon.

I think I may have packages (yarn, some skirts I bought) in the mailbox.

Hothouse tomorrow night with adularia and co. <3

Otherwise:

Have finally figured out how to finish my House/Calvin and Hobbes crack!crossover. Will involve a partial rewrite, but I don't mind.

If I thought we'd actually have people that'd come (read: if all of our friends weren't scattered to hell and gone) I'd have a Canada Day Party this year.

Have updated my BPAL swap/sale list.

The things I want are here. Will also gladly accept yarn of decent quality (ie: no novelty yarn, as I never use it, and no acrylic, as I never use that either), fanfic (most of my fannish friends know the kind of things I'm into on that front) and/or art of all kinds for BPAL swaps. Yes, really.

(if you don't know what I'm talking about: check it out here. Worksafe, but possibly not wallet-safe. :-D)

Oh: deyaniera - are you still doing Tarot readings for BPAL?

Anyone want any BPAL? I've got too much (and I simultaneously want more - I want a bottle of Green Phoenix before it goes away.)

If you want to swap, I have a swap list here, or I will swap for yarn, art or other crafty goodness, always.

What the hell is BPAL anyway?

Best described as 'artisan perfume oil'. Check out blackphoenixalchemylab.com. There's something for everyone, and lots of unusual-non-standard-smelling-things like grass, tobacco, woods, etcetera. It works in tandem with your body chemistry, so things that smell good on one person may smell not good on another person. This is what the swapping and selling is all about. One of my obsessions. I have *cough* probably far too much of the stuff, but it smells good. :-)

What is an 'imp'?
Short for 'imp's ear', which is their term. Basically a sample, but not badly sized: about maybe an inch and a half tall. 1/32nd of an ounce.

What means 'unimpable' or LE?

LE == limited edition. Basically special perfumes that come out on special events: for holidays, on the full moon, Friday the 13th, etcetera etcetera - or perfumes that are partly sold to raise money for a charity, such as the Neil Gaiman Collection scents. They aren't sold in imp form, just as bottles, but people decant them from bottles and sell or trade the smaller amounts.

So this is basically like pushing crack, right?
Possibly more expensive, but less likely to kill you, and it isn't illegal.

What's different about BPAL?
It's actually pure perfume oil. No alcohol content, no carrier oils. So a little bit goes a long way, and it is safe to mail it as it isn't flammable.

Any more questions? Ask me! I'm trying to put together a FAQ.

I'm selling BPAL again. You want some, yes? You do. You really do. <3

Hong Kong gym is user-powered.

Putting things into words produces beneficial effects in the brain.

Been up since 5:00 because the child does not believe in sleep. Slept like crap anyway because our room was freezing; had to dig spare afghan out of closet (woolen, not middle eastern native type) at 3:00. Have had coffee. Will now have food, speak in sentence fragments. Stiffness and pain suck.

Dear United States Postal Disservice,

Recently you have:

• raised your rates on small parcels to nigh on fucking usury
  
• eaten three small packets only to disgorge them weeks later
  
• not given me letter mail for the past two days (considering we get at least fliers every day, not having actual mail for two days is damn unlikely.)
  
• failed to leave parcel notification slips in my box on several occasions
  
• left parcel notification slips in my box and failed to leave the parcel with the management office on at least two occasions in recent memory
  
• sent rude, unhelpful minions to deliver my mail
  
• which is almost always late.
  

But now you've really done gone pissed me the fuck off.

GIVE ME MY GODDAMNED BPAL ORDER NOW NOW NOW. I know it's been delivered. But it is not in my manager's office. There was no parcel slip (of course!) but I have tracking information, which is usually accurate even if it is your system (it appears that your issues are consistently a case of human error)).

I'm having a lousy day and was looking forward to pretty smellies, and now my pretty smellies are GONE.

I hope you get bought out by the Japanese, who then make a new and innovative sushi roll out of my area's mail carrier, who seems to be allergic to actually delivering, you know, mail.

Or at least I hope he gets boils over his entire body.

Pissed the hell off now,

Ms. P.

(yes, I know I can email the lab and they'll resend. I'm still pissed.)

Seaners appears to enjoy BPAL blends with peach notes in them - his favorites are Titania and Kindly Moon. Apparently I'm much more snuggly when I smell like peaches? Who knew?

Click-and-ship for my bottle of Fire Pig! Whee!

I don't suppose any of the other BPAL-obsessed people on my list has a full or partial bottle of Black Moon they want to sell me for a reasonable price, do they?

(Seriously though, if you do I can pay you Friday, or if you're local and going to be at the Meet-and-Swap next week I can pay you there.)

(This could be more amusing. It could be Shub I'm looking for, or Storyville. Ha! Ha ha. It is to laugh.)

Edit: If anyone wants to swap (for this or anything else) this is what I've got.

I smell like coffee!

*glomps lizardling muchly* THANK YOU.

I was absolutely right in my decision not to smell Miskatonic University before it became commonly available. Because, OMG, a perfume oil that smells like coffee!

MUST HAVE MORE.

(if this doesn't make sense to you, either click here or feel free to carry on reading.)

I GOT MY LAB CLICK-AND-SHIP. (order placed 8/11) And my recently purchased bottle of Hungry Ghost Moon is out for delivery today; I assume I'll either love it or ... not. :-D I also have a handful of half-imps from a Carnival Diabolique decant circle coming to me. All of this adds up to 'I will undoubtedly have an updated swap list soon, for those of you who care. Watch this space.'

*waits impatiently by mailbox*

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The child seemed to have a wonderful day. He was happy to see me when he got off the bus (especially when I figured out how to free him from the restraints - have you seen those new funky short buses now with the built-in carseats? I can't figure those out. Must be user error) and has been playing quietly in his room all afternoon. He even gave the bus driver a hug. <3

(Seaners is a champion hugger, yea verily.)

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I took the box of yet-to-be worn clothes that corto and babyfatz sent our way about ... good god, at least four years ago now, because it was sent to our Buffalo address - anyway, I took the box out of the closet this morning to switch his clothes out for fall, figuring he'd NEVER fit into the 6X stuff...

Some of the sleeves in the sweaters are a tiny bit long. Everything else fits beautifully. Good god. Box is empty now except for one or two things, and the kiddo has lots of new school clothes. (Time to start hitting up my sister for hand-me-downs. Her littlest guy is in third grade. :-D)

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Tomorrow is picture day; Thursday is meet-the-teacher night. I feel positively suburban. Where's the scandal? If I'm suburban I should be having mad passionate flings with the UPS (wo)man or something. I feel gypped. :-D