September 25th, 2006



Happy birthday to rhiannonhero!

Hello to new readers anansi133, kuangning, noiresque, totallysirius, and returning reader __pandorapanic! (Huh! Did I do something interesting and not notice?)

Continued proof that I'm too athletic in bed for my own good - fibro pain following sex again. *sigh* harkalark scolded me for pushing my body to maybe do more than it should, but I told him I'd rather have the pleasure and find out later that I have to pay for it than not have the pleasure at all, or have less of it. Which may not be good for me, as a general attitude, but I don't believe in doing anything halfway.

Neuro-wise... still waiting to find out when I'm getting the ambulatory EEG. Must call them today, if they don't call me first. Medwise, I'm still doing okay on the Lyrica - dizziness, but I can deal with that. Still a few balance issues. But no brainfog, or at least so little that I barely notice it after the Trileptal.

Blog Monies
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Boston folks!
Shop at Pandemonium! They're struggling a bit. Give them your monies.

Daily Science
Videos of gross anatomy dissections. :) Half of you will shudder in disgust; half of you will go "oh, cool!"

Daily BPAL
Le Serpent Qui Danse: A sinister, darkly seductive scent inspired by poetry of Charles Baudelaire. Violet entwined with vanilla and gardenia.

In bottle: Chemical floral.

On me: Hm. Much less chemical. The vanilla mutes the flowers. ...then gardenia wells up, and... not me. Elayna likes it, though, and is tucking it into her BPAL box as we speak. :) Later: Violet's asserting itself now. Pretty, but not me.

Lampades: Their scent is the crisp, inviting bittersweet tang of cranberry with smoky dark lilies, heady, sensual musk, a tingle of ginger and a brush of Mediterranean spices.

In bottle: I wouldn't have said cranberry - I'd've said pomegranate, at first sniff. But then the cranberry asserts itself.

On me: This is a gorgeous blend. :) Musky, with the berry and ginger peeking out, and just a slight mist of lily. Not getting any spices; maybe I'll get 'em later in the drydrown... this is a juicy smell. :) EDIT: And on the drydown, it's single-note cranberry. :( If it doesn't get past this phase, it'll hit the swap pile.

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I read this whole thing.

In this post about the rape kit, ewin said:

A friend of mine said recently, "Sometimes I just want to comment to say, 'I read this whole thing.' But I don't have anything else to say."

I read this whole thing.

And a lot of people echoed her. And yeah, I understand - it's a rough thing to read, and there are no words.

I just wanted to say that I appreciated that.

I've said before that I hate net-*hugs*, when *hug* or *hugs* is the only comment. I know that it's there because the person cares, but it seems shallow, reflexive, automatic, devoid of thought.

And "I read this whole thing." does not rub me that way. It feels like the commenter being present in the moment. Does that make sense?

So this is my tangly way of saying two things...

* Thank you for reading it and being there with me.

* I officially prefer "I read this whole thing" to "*hug*" in posts of that nature. *nod*
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Zoe & Wash - by kylakae

Life with 'song and Adam

Adam and I are discussing sexual experimentation.

Adam: "I'll try new things. I just need to be convinced."

'song: "I will convince you with my flogger!"

Adam: "No, see, that's circular logic."

'song: "Cane?"

Adam: "Not unless it's sugar, and we get to eat it afterward."

'song, making a face: "I'm not eating it after it's been there."

Adam, after a brief recovery period: "Honey? Just because I like weird things, doesn't mean everything weird is my kink."

'song: "Pfft. You want to wrap me in bacon."

Adam: "Well, that's different. That's bacon."

'song: "I'm not sticking bacon Up There."

Adam: "Well, no. But, like - a bacon bra."

'song: *gigglefit*

Adam: "I should patent that."

'song: "You totally should."

Adam: "I have no idea how to go about that."

'song: *makes typy motions* "You go to, register"

Adam: "No - I have no idea how to make a bacon bra."

'song. "Oh. Well, you weave the bacon..." *moves arms towards each other, hands at angles, fingers spread* "This is the international symbol for 'weave the bacon', by the way."

Adam: "Uh-huh."

'song: "Well, yeah. That. You just weeeaaave the bacon." *repeats bacon-weaving movement*

Adam: "And any bras that don't work, I get to eat!"

'song: "I'm going to post this now."

Adam: "No one will believe you."

'song: "Yuh-huh."

Adam: "Right. It's bacon. They will believe you."
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