Hello to new readers boundandchained, carmelonia, dizzygirl77, gravitrue, kissoflife, and tempestteapot, and returning reader moonfire77!
Still bronchitis-y, though now actually able to hold a conversation without dissolving into a coughing fit. Most of the time. *makes face* Otherwise... right leg and hip giving me trouble yesterday morning, not really able to raise arms over head without mild stretchy pain, that hand thing went on way too long yesterday for me to be comfortable with, and I've had the foot problem since Friday, the one where the muscles clench and lock like I'm a victim of Chinese footbinding every time I sit down. Watch - I totter when I walk til the muscles get restretched. It's probably really amusing to watch.
Anyway. The full-body aching is pretty low, so I'm okay. Must get that referral to the new rheumatologist...
From the end of 1980s a strange phenomena is happening in some Russian forests. People find strange, deep holes. They appear in the dense forest, in the places you can’t get on the car or truck to bring any device to drill the ground. There is no any soil that should be taken from such deep holes is found. On this pictures people go down to one of such holes but it just finishes with nothing. There are no any reasonable ideas on how these holes appear and what they are being used for.
Juggler, the online game. Also known as slipjig's new addiction.
Such a happy wombat!
The Itinerant Poetry Librarian travels the world with a library of ‘Lost and Forgotten’ poetry, installing the library & librarian and recording the sounds, poems and poetry of the cities, peoples and countries she meets. Welcome to the project's blog . . . Our Itinerant Librarian lives wherever her library is - come join the cause!
Elementeo. A cool-looking card game that teaches chemistry, with flashy educational attacks. It was created by a 13-year-old. Seriously. I've already pre-ordered my copy. You gotta support this level of ingenuity; as much as that, you've gotta support this kid's belief in himself and his drive. Rock on, man.
Bats generate a measurably distinct aerodynamic footprint to achieve lift and maneuverability, quite unlike birds and contrary to many of the assumptions that aerodynamicists have used to model animal flight, according to University of Southern California aerospace engineer Geoffrey Spedding.
Tamamo-no-mae: Tamamo-no-Mae’s scent is soft skin musk, brushed by white tea leaf, rice flower, black locust flower, white sandalwood kodo smoke, dry ginger, benzoin gum, and Amacha.
In bottle: Light and pretty, slightly gingery.
On me: Soft. Smooth. Elegant. That ginger, and... there's something papery in here, which is bringing to mind the ginger chews candies I always have in my house, the ones where you unwrap them and then peel the ginger off that floured inner paper. It's not a blatant foodie. I'd be hard-pressed to categorize it. It is beautiful and light and crinkly.
Ode on Melancholy: Lavender and wisteria, heart-wrenching pale rose, desolate white sandalwood and thin, tear-streaked white musk.
In bottle: Noxious floral. I'm sorry, I'm not putting this one on. There's just no way that'll end well.
Highwayman: Vetiver with gardenia, blood red rose, night-blooming jasmine, a dash of cinnamon and a faint hint of leather.
In bottle: Vetiver + lots of Stuff.
On me: The vetiver struggles, but fails against the dirty-diaper scent of jasmine. :(
Slobbering Pine: Dewy, wet, whiplike and sticky.
In bottle: A strong plant-life vibe, but it doesn't shout 'pine!' at me...
On me: A pine, but muted, not Christmas-tree. Nice.