Happy birthday, sinboy!
Much improved over getting a full night's sleep last night. Still not perfect, but the pain is more centralized today, and my brain is less foggy.
Methane lakes on Titan!
The Darkling Thrush: Snow, darkness, and icy air illuminated by the thrush’s song: warm amber, soft orris, and melancholy violet.
In bottle: All violet. A sharper, clearer Numb.
On me: Yep. Violet. No amber, no orris, just violet. And massive throw. shugenja, you were interested in this one, right?
Black Ice: Lovely, dangerous, slick, and bitterly cold: chilly white sleet-like notes with a hint of vetiver, a breath of smoky asphalt, and winter wind.
In bottle: Cold and clear.
On me: Yep, cold and clear. Is nice, but not needing a bottle.
Krampus: Be good, or Krampus will toss you in a river! Sinister red musk, black leather, dusty rags, and wooden switches.
In bottle: Dust and musk.
On me: The red musk and leather hover just above the skin, resting on the dust. I expected to love this scent. I like it. I would love it if it had more throw. It's strangely non-assertive. I may buy a bottle - must think on it. Would definitely swap for a bottle.
So yeah. The Yules underwhelmed me. Which is good for the pocketbook, true.
Horreur Sympathique: The perfume of a hellbound soul, gleefully lost to iniquity: blood musk, golden honey, thick black wine, champagne grapes, tobacco flower, plum blossom, tonka bean, oakmoss, carnation, benzoin, opoponax, and sugar cane.
In bottle: Grapes and honey. Which shouldn't work, but does!
On me: Thick gorgeous honey. I swear I wanna lick my arm. I'm getting some oakmoss, too, but this is mostly honey. Oh, this goes on the wishlist. Oh, YUM. Blood musk and wine dart in and out, but honey, honey, honey... I am in love.
Victoria's secret nightie and knee-high fuzzy socks. Oh yeah. I'm a fashion plate.
I'm reading Decoding the Universe, still. When I'm tired, I'm reading Laurell K. Hamilton's short story collection. Also burned through a few other books this week; keeping track of them for the 50-books thing this year.
Elayna is reading The Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place, by E.L. Konigsburg, and she's tearing through the second Warriors series by Erin Hunter.
I have no clue what Adam is reading, but he needs to start reading World War Z. And he needs to find Naomi Novik's Black Powder War and give it to me, dammit.
Today: Post office, dammit! Then writing, then going through my files to find cool science tricks for the panel at Arisia. Also Target, with liamstliam. And then... I have a date tonight. (Not with liamstliam.) A sleepover date. :)
Tomorrow: Birthday party for ian_gunn and gardenfey's daughter. Hey guys, what's her favorite color? And does she have pierced ears? Oh, no reason. *tries to look innocent*
Sunday: Urban Oasis - hot-tubbing with yunatwilight and her band of merry maidens. (We really need a name, if we're going to keep meeting like this. :) )