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

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Odin's Day

Happy birthday to farwing and ketzl!

Huh. I am very staggery and fumbly today. Today might have to be an in-the-house day. *is perplexed at her body's misbehavior, as it is not the usual sort of misbehavior*

Second sample tested; still no parasites. Vet talked to Adam while I was out, so I am not sure what-all was said; something about waiting til the end of the week?

Thanks for your comments on yesterday's Alanna pic. :) I love that you know the character well enough to know that that's her. :)

Next up, Donna. (And the map, which is complex and therefore proceeding gradually.)

Freewill Astrology
Uncle Rob says: "Here are a few of the improvements I expect you to be enjoying by the end of October: a new, more practical treaty with your evil twin or nemesis; good reasons to eliminate superfluous middlemen and middlewomen who claim you can't live without them; a knack for avoiding other people's hells; the ability to adopt an enlightened version of tunnel vision and call on the power of having a one-track mind; and an enhanced grasp of the mysterious workings of money and the marketplace, which could ultimately lead to some financial magic."

My massage therapist, who is fantastic, recommends that I keep doing what I'm doing, and to incorporate my drums and rattles into ritual. *nods*

The Dove Campaign for Real Beauty has a new video: Onslaught. Watch it. Especially if you have a daughter.

Daily Science
Engineers have shown how to grow forests of tiny cylinders called carbon nanotubes onto the surfaces of computer chips to enhance the flow of heat at a critical point where the chips connect to cooling devices called heat sinks.

Daily BPAL

THE CHILLING CELLAR: Wine just turning to vinegar, crumbling mortar, red clay, and the coppery tang of old blood.

In bottle: The wine from Montresor, but fainter, earthier.

On me: Still mostly the wine. I can sniff out clay if I try really hard.

THE GHASTLY GARDEN: Overgrown oleander, marshy water hemlock, the sugared nectar of carnivorous blooms, putrefying wet greenery, oozing sap, crushed rosary peas, withered climbing roses, and nightshade berries.

In bottle: Broken stems and fading blossoms.

On me: The same. It's interesting, actually.

THE PERILOUS PARLOR: A memory of pleasure passed. A ghostly rendezvous, delight beyond death. Faint echoes of laughter and the distorted music of a harp drift by, along with the scent of soft white pear and sweet vanilla.

In bottle: Perfumey. The pear's nice.

On me: Too perfumey for me. :(

* Curves + on-foot errands
* Pack up BPAL swaps/sales
* Make more pendants
* Writing time

Some other stuff...

I need to get to a craft store. I need a guillotine trimmer. My hands shake too much for me to keep relying upon the x-acto knife. *sigh* Need some more stuff, too, but that's the biggie. I'm not sure if I'm up to navigating the T today, especially since it might rain. Hrm. Hrm and argh. Why do I not have a chauffeur?

Right, then. I should wander off.
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