Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

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Happy belated birthday to amalthya, and happy on-time birthday to arachne8!

Hello to new readers goddessfarmer and pseydtonne!

Still wobbly. Last night's headspinnies were new and different - I'd feel "normal" for a bit, then have about 10-20 minutes of the room randomly swerving about 90 degrees and wobbling there, over and over. Like riding the Mad Hatter's Teacup Ride in slow motion, nonconsensually, with someone with really bad ADD.

I plan to take it easy today, as I have Plans tonight.

Atlanta < Boston
The thing that's causing me to feel overprocessed, overcommitted, et cetera? Finally figured it out. Go me!

In Atlanta, they had art and/or cultural festivals maybe 3, 4 times a year.

In Boston, y'all have one every weekend.

I'm used to going to every single thing, because if I miss it, that'll be months before I can go to another fair or festival. So I've been pressuring myself to go to everything here, because part of me's thinking "Okay, this is festival season, and then there will be a long barren stretch of months with no crafty stuff or funnel cake, so I must take it all in now!"

But no. This is just how Boston rolls. There will always be a festival this weekend, just like there will always be a party next weekend. I've managed to beat that into myself, that I don't have to go to every party, because there will be another party next weekend with about 80% of the same people. I only now realized that the same applies to festivals.

Famine to feast. It takes a while to adjust.

A dose of Teh Cute
Newborn hedgehogs! Oh, I want one. *sigh*

Daily Science
Interactive anatomy of the heart.

Daily BPAL
This is but a short burst of BPALitude... I've mostly been swapping for TALs (*unwraps Aunt Caroline's Money Draw with mercenary glee*) and scents I already have. Most of the remaining things on my wanna-try list are Salons or otherwise unimpable. I think that I shall buy an imp pack of the remaining GC wanna-try scents with my Dogs Playing Poker order, if I get to make one. *HINT. HINT.*

Aureus: True, perfect golden light, refined into an incomparably glorious scent.

In bottle: Amber in there, oh yes. And something slightly sticky and resinous - if it's myrrh, it's a very *light* myrrh.

On me: Much the same. It deepens. This is a dark, ambery gold, not a golden-light one. And hey, there's some sandalwood here. When I was a teenager, I had friends who kept a little wooden box of amber resin from a newage store in their car. That's what Aureus smells like. This is not a bad memory, but I don't need to smell like it.

Prague: Crocus with snowdrop and three lilies.

In bottle: Hm! A very *sweet* floral.

On me: It turns gaggingly sweet. And this from a girl who wears Cockaigne and Beaver Moon.

Squirting Cucumber: Yikes! A spurt of wet, grassy greenness.

In bottle: Cucumber!

On me: Cucumber! With, yes, some extra greenery. This smells like me reaching over the table to sneak the cucumber slices out of my date's salad. I love cucumber, and I'm glad I have this so I don't have to spend ~$30 on Blue Moon just to get some cucumber scent around here. Hm. This'd probably be great blended with Yemaya.

Wolfsbane: Notorious for its properties for protection against werewolves and curing lycanthropy, this nefarious plant also has a fine history of use as a virulent poison. Clasically, Medea employed it in her many works of vengeance. This concoction of ours has none of the lethal qualities, but still personifies all of the herb's dark history beautifully.

In bottle: Mmmm. Darkly sharply herbal.

On me: A bit of animal. A bit of forest-at-night. All yummy.

Friday memage!
Wearing: Victorian-ish patterned blue-and-white pajamas (from Spooky!).

Reading: From Clockwork to Crapshoot: A History of Physics by Roger G. Newton, Smoke and Ashes by Tanya Huff, and comics.

Elayna is Reading: Alex: the Life of a Child, by Frank Deford. She has to read a biography for school, so she chose the second most depressing one in the house. Okay.

Today: some manner of exercise, whether it's yoga or Curves. Or yoga and Curves. We'll see how I feel. Tonight, hot belated Beltane plans (which involve a hot tub, a hotel room, and a lot of things I probably don't have permission to post even in my sexfilter).
Saturday: Elayna has a Girl Scout thing, leaving Adam and I kidless for, mmm, maybe the first time this year? So we're going to see Grindhouse, if it's still playing. Saturday night, rigel's party. :)
Sunday: If I'm up to it, there's the MayFair in Harvard Square, that being trivial to get to (one 5-minute walk, one bus). If not, there'll be another event next week. :)

Writing: Several OMG things in future Shayara that none of you care about because you haven't met the characters. I really need to get a resume together for freelance-writing stuff, though, because as much of a joy it is to dive into a world and just play, money's good too. Money buys the coffee that fuels the writerbrain. *thumbs up*

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