The names were written on sticky notes and sealed shut.†
I put them in an empty Healthy Choice pasta cooking bowl.‡
I shook them.
Then Hans rubbed his hands together gleefully and said, "Who's going to love me? Who are you?
*rustlerustle*
"Jay!"
"Jax," I said.§
"Jax!"
Curious George, faithful pug companion of my gorgeous and sassy cousin¶ Jacquelyn, will be dining from a luxury pet dish while his mom's B-i-r-d Watcher's Weekly# magazines are neatly contained in their chrome cage.
Congratulations, Jax.
See? People really do win at the Rickety Blog.††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Which afforded me minutes of entertainment as Hans tried to paw the winning entry open.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Experimental office lunch. I saved the bowl to see if I could cook my own pasta in it. It's been sitting on my credenza for two weeks under those auspices.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Apparently Hans crosses his Y's.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): From another... grandmother? Jax is my cousin's cousin, but the three of us make such good cousins we stick with the honourary cousin position. Besides, did you see how many words it took for me to explain that? And that's the short version. It's much easier to just go with "cousins."
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I can only say that because she's far enough away not to smack me. Jax detests b-i-r-d-s. We can't even say the word in front of her -- that's why we spell it.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed: And I feel like Ed McMahon.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tick Tock
Tomorrow at 3:00 pm MST,† Hans will draw a name out of a hat‡ and some lucky winner will walk off with a stunning, warming pet food dish and a sleek, modern magazine rack, courtesy of AllModern.com.
Just for the record, I'm not getting merchandise, cash or fame from this, just the satisfaction of knowing your kitty or pug or dear husband is eating food that is lovingly kept warm while not tripping over piles of knitting§ magazines.
Tell your friends.¶
XOXO
M
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Marin Standard Time, which is fifteen minutes early for everything.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Or a microwave-safe bowl. It's 80 degrees in Denverish... I don't know if we'll be able to dig up a hat for the occasion.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): ...woodworking...pig farming...Penthouse...
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Or your enemies. Perhaps you think your enemies deserve a festive, leopard-print warming pet dish.
Just for the record, I'm not getting merchandise, cash or fame from this, just the satisfaction of knowing your kitty or pug or dear husband is eating food that is lovingly kept warm while not tripping over piles of knitting§ magazines.
Tell your friends.¶
XOXO
M
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Marin Standard Time, which is fifteen minutes early for everything.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Or a microwave-safe bowl. It's 80 degrees in Denverish... I don't know if we'll be able to dig up a hat for the occasion.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): ...woodworking...pig farming...Penthouse...
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Or your enemies. Perhaps you think your enemies deserve a festive, leopard-print warming pet dish.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Bored of the Rings...
...has been on my bookshelf in one form or another† since 1980.
Now, finally, after 40 years,‡ the Harvard Lampoon has taken on another mega-star.
Be still my stupid sparkly beating heart.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, one ratty paperback after another, really. The "form" of which I speak is mostly a matter of level of disintegration and magnitude of coffee-stained pages.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Srsly. Very Short List says so.
Now, finally, after 40 years,‡ the Harvard Lampoon has taken on another mega-star.
Be still my stupid sparkly beating heart.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, one ratty paperback after another, really. The "form" of which I speak is mostly a matter of level of disintegration and magnitude of coffee-stained pages.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Srsly. Very Short List says so.
Contest! Win a Fabulous Prize!
And this isn't like the time I tried to foist my ill-fitting socks on an unsuspecting public.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
No, this is a REAL prize. Hand-picked† by yours truly via the good graces of AllModern.com.
Jamie at All Modern contacted me and asked if I'd like to check out their merchandise and maybe pick out a couple of little items to give away here at the Rickety Blog.
Jamie says they love that I'm "Honest, up front and blunt."‡
[SUMMARY: And I quote.]
Is it bad that makes me chuckle just a little evilly?
Anyway, I dutifully went to peruse the websites and spent a fair chunk of free time mentally re-decorating my home.^ There's SO much I liked,% so I'm just going to share that one thing that captured my imagination more than any other:
The whole Vitra store speaks to the sleek, modern side of me.§ And the Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec Collection is like the next logical evolution of Frank Lloyd Wright.
Plus, y'know, it's like LEGOs for grown-ups.¶
You can take thos widgets above and hook them together to make screens like this:
Or maybe like this...
Or maybe in a sleek, skeletal Christmas tree, which can then be covered in tiny knitted sweaters and traveling lights with a blinking, musical angel on top.#
Class through kitsch is one of my favourite emotions.††
[SUMMARY: The self-aware cop to kitsch first.]
So now maybe you're wondering what I have for you, oh my imaginary friends.‡‡
One lucky winner, residing in the US or Canada,§§ will receive these oddly useful things.
The first, a luxury pet dish with a warming function.¶¶ Simply put hot water in the reservoir in the bottom and your Fluffy or Fido can enjoy a home-warmed meal.
Plus, y'know, cute animal print.##
And the other part of our prize package is this sleek, unobtrusive magazine rack. You can put it on the floor, on a side table... and don't even *try* to tell me you don't have a couple dozen knitting/quilting/cooking††† magazines strewn about your living room that could use a little wrangling.
Plus, y'know... shiny.
So here are the rules:
[SUMMARY: There are always rules.]
1) Comment on this post for entry -- BE SURE TO ENTER YOUR EMAIL. If I can't find you, it's going to be hard to shower you with gifts.
2) One entry per person, except in the case where you drive my readership through the roof by mentioning this on your blog or sending other people to me.‡‡‡
SO...
3) You can earn an extra entry by posting a link to this post and putting a link to that link in the comments on this post.§§§
OR...
4) You can earn an extra entry for each person who comments and says you sent them.
A winner will be drawn randomly@ on Wednesday, November 11.¶¶¶
What are you waiting for? Don't you want your kitty to have warm kibble?###
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Srsly. That wee tiny OCD flap in my brain agonised for ages over the perfect, oddly useful goods. I figure everybody can use a nice magazine rack and most of y'all have a pet or two -- or know somebody who does and might appreciate a luxury pet dish. As I mention later in these footnotes, Christmas is right around the corner.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Perhaps they caught my delicate snort at the Neiman Marcus Christmas book bargain offerings.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): And mentally knocking down the neighbour's walls so I have room for all the couches and chairs I want.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): They have pet stuff and kid stuff (ask me how much I love the chalkboard dots) and modern bedding (ask me how much I love the Missoni collection) and accessories and... well, there was a lot to re-decorate with. Is redecorate hyphenated?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which is locked in a lifelong death struggle with the cute animals and things-that-sing-and-light-up-and-are-possibly-covered-in-skulls side of me.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): There would never be a better segueway than this one, so I must take this tangent: remember the Frank Lloyd Wright LEGO sets I was lusting after? The first two are released! Just in time for Christmas! OK, one was released in May, but still.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): You can take the girl out of the trailer park...
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): All due respect to Truvy Jones.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Even IRL friends can play!
§§FOOTNOTE (smug and twisty): Sorry, Ally. If you wanted to play with the cool kids, you shoulda stayed on the continent. See? "Expatriate" doesn't sound so glamourous now, does it?
¶¶FOOTNOTE (two thumbs sideways!): I'm not making this up.
##FOOTNOTE (zebra crossing): Also available in zebra print!
†††FOOTNOTE (three more crosses to bear): ...fishing/watch-collecting/nudie...
‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (how did I get off track?): *snort* I suspect if I were that worried about readership, I would've stopped posting pictures of zombie chickens a long time ago. Hey, Jamie at All Modern was nice enough to say nice things about my rickety little corner of the Innernets, so I'd like to give them as much exposure as possible. It doesn't hurt that they have wonderful things like LEGOs for grown-ups and chalkboard dots either.
§§§FOOTNOTE (triple spin zoom meta!): Oh, baby, that's not just meta... that's meta in the mirror.
@FOOTNOTE (atted): Hans will probably be involved.
¶¶¶FOOTNOTE (three-gun salute to Mom): To commemorate Mom's second birthday; Dad thought it was the 11th the first year they were married, and Mom was in sniffly, silent martyr mode from the 7th -- her actual birthday -- until the 11th when he threw her a surprise party. As punishment, she made us all celebrate on the 7th and the 11th ever after.
###FOOTNOTE (pound pound pound kitty with entitlement issues): Please don't tell Quill (a/k/a Cat for Scale) about this. If he knows there's potential for hot meals, I'll never hear the end of it.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
My New Favourite Thing
Dad sent this to me. I love it. I want to turn it into a mural on my living room wall.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Huh.
Sometimes knitting pictures *don't* make everything better.
I'm envisioning a horror film... maybe called "Knit Night" or "Needle Fiend" or "Knit One, Purl Death."
You're welcome.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
CHICKENS!
We haven't visited the concept of CHICKENS! in quite some time.
Hell, we haven't really had that many blogposts in quite some time. Let's remedy that now, shall we?
[SUMMARY: And by "we," I mean, "I."]
From 5280.com:
Checkin' on Them Chicks in Fort Collins
Across the nation, more than 30 cities passed ordinances that make it legal for people to keep chickens in their backyards, including Fort Collins, where one year later all the squawking over whether to pass the new law has settled into a soft, but distinct, clucking sound. Thirty-six households have since acquired chicken licenses and are apparently farming their own super-fresh eggs. And just six of the more than 14,300 calls animal-control officers received involved chickens. "Not much has happened," Bill Porter, director of animal control with the Larimer Humane Society, tells 9News . Four roosters in town upset neighbors, but those were "accidents," Porter tells the Fort Collins Coloradoan, saying the owners "thought they were buying hens as chicks only to discover they were roosters." The ordinance allows residents to keep up to six hens, regulates coops, and prohibits slaughter. Susan Orlean recently wrote about the history of chicken farming and its revival for The New Yorker (subscription required), which features video of the author with her chickens online. Orlean also took some time to answer reader questions via chat. --MdY
[SUMMARY: Hens are a peaceful lot. Roosters, not so much. There may be a lesson in this.]
From Savage Chickens:
Email chickens...
Pirate Star Wars chickens†...
Chicken moustache competition‡...
From the next block over§, as caught by my camera phone¶:
[SUMMARY: You might say we just licked the chicken#.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): How much geekier? None. None more geekier.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Kim, you'll be happy to know that, while Sam Elliot may not have won a Knitters' Hunk competition in recent memory, he did win the Chicken Moustache Tournament.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Where the not-evil step-brother and step-sister-in-law live with most pudgy-cute step-nephew, Noah (pictured here, resplendent in chicken regalia).
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Shakily.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Ooooh... I think we're on to something. Who needs a turducken when you can have a chickpigen?
Hell, we haven't really had that many blogposts in quite some time. Let's remedy that now, shall we?
[SUMMARY: And by "we," I mean, "I."]
From 5280.com:
Checkin' on Them Chicks in Fort Collins
Across the nation, more than 30 cities passed ordinances that make it legal for people to keep chickens in their backyards, including Fort Collins, where one year later all the squawking over whether to pass the new law has settled into a soft, but distinct, clucking sound. Thirty-six households have since acquired chicken licenses and are apparently farming their own super-fresh eggs. And just six of the more than 14,300 calls animal-control officers received involved chickens. "Not much has happened," Bill Porter, director of animal control with the Larimer Humane Society, tells 9News . Four roosters in town upset neighbors, but those were "accidents," Porter tells the Fort Collins Coloradoan, saying the owners "thought they were buying hens as chicks only to discover they were roosters." The ordinance allows residents to keep up to six hens, regulates coops, and prohibits slaughter. Susan Orlean recently wrote about the history of chicken farming and its revival for The New Yorker (subscription required), which features video of the author with her chickens online. Orlean also took some time to answer reader questions via chat. --MdY
[SUMMARY: Hens are a peaceful lot. Roosters, not so much. There may be a lesson in this.]
From Savage Chickens:
Email chickens...
Pirate Star Wars chickens†...
Chicken moustache competition‡...
From the next block over§, as caught by my camera phone¶:
[SUMMARY: You might say we just licked the chicken#.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): How much geekier? None. None more geekier.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Kim, you'll be happy to know that, while Sam Elliot may not have won a Knitters' Hunk competition in recent memory, he did win the Chicken Moustache Tournament.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Where the not-evil step-brother and step-sister-in-law live with most pudgy-cute step-nephew, Noah (pictured here, resplendent in chicken regalia).
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Shakily.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Ooooh... I think we're on to something. Who needs a turducken when you can have a chickpigen?
Monday, October 12, 2009
Please Don't Tell Anyone...
I just spent most of an hour on hold via the voice mail system at the State of New Mexico trying to get through to somebody to let them know the Energy, Mining and Natural Resources Department website had gone 404.
It was when I was noting in my email to the webmaster that nobody was answering the phone that I remembered this is a holiday.
For some people.
So happy Columbus Day to each and every one of you.
It was when I was noting in my email to the webmaster that nobody was answering the phone that I remembered this is a holiday.
For some people.
So happy Columbus Day to each and every one of you.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Screw Michael Jackson†
You know all those world record Thriller dances going on worldwide?‡
I vote we go for this instead.%
Sorry if you already saw it on Facebook.§ Sportsguy, sciFi geek, lost in Korea, and all around tall tall man Van¶ shared this and I think it's worth the double-booking.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not literally. That would be gross.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): TOTALLY safe for work, grandmothers, kids... whatever. At least until we get a translation. For all I know, he could be talking about doing Michael Jackson-quality stuff to grandmothers and kids. That would be gross.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Presumably. I've seen blurbs about it for several different cities, and I know Denver is one of them.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I try really hard not to cross-populate my social media too much. I feel my constituency -- both of you -- deserves variety. Just not in this case.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Van is the man. If Van wasn't married...
I vote we go for this instead.%
Sorry if you already saw it on Facebook.§ Sportsguy, sciFi geek, lost in Korea, and all around tall tall man Van¶ shared this and I think it's worth the double-booking.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Not literally. That would be gross.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): TOTALLY safe for work, grandmothers, kids... whatever. At least until we get a translation. For all I know, he could be talking about doing Michael Jackson-quality stuff to grandmothers and kids. That would be gross.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Presumably. I've seen blurbs about it for several different cities, and I know Denver is one of them.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I try really hard not to cross-populate my social media too much. I feel my constituency -- both of you -- deserves variety. Just not in this case.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Van is the man. If Van wasn't married...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Neiman Marcus Chistmas Book is Out
And I quote:
Four Lollipops and Handle Set: We've got a plan for our pops —an ingeniously delicious plan. Take our 6.25"L crystal-encrusted handle with signature logo butterfly charm (it's the must-have accessory), attach a delicious (edible) lollipop head, then enjoy! In between licks, the protective bubble cover keeps the lint off your lolly. Our exclusive set includes metal handle, clear cover, and four edible pops to charm kids 10 years and older. Flavors include Blue Raspberry, Watermelon, Green Apple, and Cream Orange. Made in the USA.
NM Exclusive
Four Lollipops and Handle Set
Price: $50.00
[SUMMARY: Money, sense and the vague relationship† between the two.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Do you suppose it's telling I originally typed "relationshop"?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Guitar Hero
So I finished† the Guitar Hero Sweater,‡ only a month late.§
[SUMMARY: Go AntiM! Take your excuses with you!]
It looks lovely and serene sitting there on the hanger, doesn't it? But we all know you can't get the real sense of a guitar sweater without seeing it on its intended owner.
[SUMMARY: Quiet moments are fleeting.]
Tallest, Hairiest Nephew¶ knows the rules established long ago by his father: you have to take one nice picture...
...so you can get to the squirrely shot.#
My favourites may be the unguarded moments, like when the nephew is concentrating REALLY HARD†† on the solo from "Come As You Are."‡‡
[SUMMARY: It's hard to pose when you're focusing that hard.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): If you don't count the fact that I had to take it back and make the sleeves looser and longer, which only took a couple of hours.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And posting it, posting knitting, just like I promised last week when I was begging money. A good saint-in-waiting always keeps her promises.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I had a hand injury and the sun was in my eyes and it didn't get cold enough for a sweater until last week anyway.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Now that the mohawk is gone, he's back to Tallest and Hairiest.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Totally punk, no?
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I can't believe he missed the tongue-sticking-out gene.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): He has the hook totally nailed, but the solo takes his undivided attention.
[SUMMARY: Go AntiM! Take your excuses with you!]
It looks lovely and serene sitting there on the hanger, doesn't it? But we all know you can't get the real sense of a guitar sweater without seeing it on its intended owner.
[SUMMARY: Quiet moments are fleeting.]
Tallest, Hairiest Nephew¶ knows the rules established long ago by his father: you have to take one nice picture...
...so you can get to the squirrely shot.#
My favourites may be the unguarded moments, like when the nephew is concentrating REALLY HARD†† on the solo from "Come As You Are."‡‡
[SUMMARY: It's hard to pose when you're focusing that hard.]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): If you don't count the fact that I had to take it back and make the sleeves looser and longer, which only took a couple of hours.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And posting it, posting knitting, just like I promised last week when I was begging money. A good saint-in-waiting always keeps her promises.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I had a hand injury and the sun was in my eyes and it didn't get cold enough for a sweater until last week anyway.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Now that the mohawk is gone, he's back to Tallest and Hairiest.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Totally punk, no?
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I can't believe he missed the tongue-sticking-out gene.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): He has the hook totally nailed, but the solo takes his undivided attention.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I Kid You Not
I call this piece "Stress in Repose on Wazamba Tube Adrift a Field of Rampant Spreadsheets"
We have a monthly department meeting here in the Land of Big Oil.† To entice people to fail to skip it, there is birthday cake and a raffle.
The raffle usually consists of four gift cards to Starbucks, Jamba Juice, etc., and one coveted "get two free vacation hours" certificate.‡
Yesterday, they cleaned out the prize closet and gave everybody something with the company logo on it. There were many soccer-themed stress balls and apparently a more limited number of tape measure/levels.
Coincidentally, there are many women and only a more limited number of men in the department.
So the women got the balls and the men got the measuring devices.
Forty-two-year-old me bit twelve-year-old me's tongue really hard to stem the flow of inappropriate jokes.§
There are no such restrictions on you.¶
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Well, medium-sized oil.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I won one of those a couple of months ago. They made me trade for a Starbucks card.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): The only thing the little angel on my shoulder let me say was, "We are all now eligible for the St. Mary Stress Soccer League." It was funnier in person.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Kim? Can I lob you a softball? OH! That's what she said!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Go. Look.
For those of you who aren't already VSL junkies,† allow me to direct you to today's offering:
10Steps.sg, a graphic designer's website that specifically features "50 extraordinary and attractive billboards" and generally has a bunch of cool advertising and graphic design.‡
One of the billboards is a Denver Water advertisement,§ so I feel a sense of civic pride¶:
There are also two Mini Cooper billboards. This is my lucky day.#
I'm a dork like that.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): And I think you all should be.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I also like the "44 advertising posters with clever ideas."
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I have long thought this was a particularly good ad campaign, though I loathe being told what to do with my water.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Any time Denver isn't in the news for housing terrorists of one kind or another, I am elated.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): What with all the validation.
10Steps.sg, a graphic designer's website that specifically features "50 extraordinary and attractive billboards" and generally has a bunch of cool advertising and graphic design.‡
One of the billboards is a Denver Water advertisement,§ so I feel a sense of civic pride¶:
There are also two Mini Cooper billboards. This is my lucky day.#
I'm a dork like that.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): And I think you all should be.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I also like the "44 advertising posters with clever ideas."
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I have long thought this was a particularly good ad campaign, though I loathe being told what to do with my water.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Any time Denver isn't in the news for housing terrorists of one kind or another, I am elated.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): What with all the validation.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Dr Doom and the Very High Seats
Will the Dr. Doom Fan Club please buckle your collective seatbelts and keep all limbs inside the ride?
Dr. Doom attended his first football game on August 30 when the beloved Broncos played the new† mini-rivals the Chicago Bears.
Here he is, outside the stadium:
Inside the stadium:
On the way in, he observed that, while he had Broncos shirt and Broncos jacket and even Broncos pants, he did not have a Broncos hat.
These are the things that must be remedied.‡
On the ramp, with new cap:
In the stands, apparently after the hot dog:
Dr. Doom didn't seem at all put out to be in stands this high off the ground:
Or this close to the top of the stadium:
To be fair, I doubt he was impressed by the view either, but I'd like to think you would be:
All in all, a successful first outing.
Particularly since, when he said, "AntiM, I wish we could ride back to the car in one of those," pointing at the bicycle rickshaws, "It would be much faster," I promptly turned around and hired a rickshaw for the boy.‡
Look at those big, blue eyes. If those big, blue eyes looked up at you and said "AntiM,"§ would you say no?
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Nothing like the hated Raiders, of course (*cough*23to3*cough*), but our idiot former QB is now throwing for the Bears, so we just don't think that highly of them.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): *cough*indulgent aunt*cough*... does anybody have a lozenge?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Even if your name is Kim or Laurie or Leslie or Sarah or Kari...
Dr. Doom attended his first football game on August 30 when the beloved Broncos played the new† mini-rivals the Chicago Bears.
Here he is, outside the stadium:
Inside the stadium:
On the way in, he observed that, while he had Broncos shirt and Broncos jacket and even Broncos pants, he did not have a Broncos hat.
These are the things that must be remedied.‡
On the ramp, with new cap:
In the stands, apparently after the hot dog:
Dr. Doom didn't seem at all put out to be in stands this high off the ground:
Or this close to the top of the stadium:
To be fair, I doubt he was impressed by the view either, but I'd like to think you would be:
All in all, a successful first outing.
Particularly since, when he said, "AntiM, I wish we could ride back to the car in one of those," pointing at the bicycle rickshaws, "It would be much faster," I promptly turned around and hired a rickshaw for the boy.‡
Look at those big, blue eyes. If those big, blue eyes looked up at you and said "AntiM,"§ would you say no?
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Nothing like the hated Raiders, of course (*cough*23to3*cough*), but our idiot former QB is now throwing for the Bears, so we just don't think that highly of them.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): *cough*indulgent aunt*cough*... does anybody have a lozenge?
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Even if your name is Kim or Laurie or Leslie or Sarah or Kari...
Friday, September 25, 2009
A Brief Respite from the Hilarity
Dear Friends,
Holly, my newly-minted stepsister-in-law† has been Hodgkin's-free for 13 years.
Mom had Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma before she died nearly four years ago.
In a fit of bonding and in honour of the big ol' empty space where Mom used to be, I'm walking on Holly's team‡ in Light the Night on October 1 in Wash Park here in Denver.
As my uncle, the motivational speaker§ says, "If you don't ask, the answer is always no."¶
I ask that if the cause speaks to you and the timing is right, please click the giant Light the Night button over there on the right and use me as a conduit to donate.
I'll be thankful if you would like to participate and utterly unruffled if you don't.
Thank you for your time. Now go ask someone to tell you a good priest/rabbi/bar joke.
XOXO
M
p.s. -- next week I *promise* pictures of Dr. Doom and a completed knitting project.#
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): One of the not-evil ones.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The cleverly-named "Holly Holly Hodgkin's Free"
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I am not making this up.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Though I don't hesitate to point out to him that sometimes it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. In that case, the whole "no" question is moot.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Because it's been well established that knitting pictures make everything better.
Holly, my newly-minted stepsister-in-law† has been Hodgkin's-free for 13 years.
Mom had Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma before she died nearly four years ago.
In a fit of bonding and in honour of the big ol' empty space where Mom used to be, I'm walking on Holly's team‡ in Light the Night on October 1 in Wash Park here in Denver.
As my uncle, the motivational speaker§ says, "If you don't ask, the answer is always no."¶
I ask that if the cause speaks to you and the timing is right, please click the giant Light the Night button over there on the right and use me as a conduit to donate.
I'll be thankful if you would like to participate and utterly unruffled if you don't.
Thank you for your time. Now go ask someone to tell you a good priest/rabbi/bar joke.
XOXO
M
p.s. -- next week I *promise* pictures of Dr. Doom and a completed knitting project.#
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): One of the not-evil ones.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The cleverly-named "Holly Holly Hodgkin's Free"
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I am not making this up.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Though I don't hesitate to point out to him that sometimes it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. In that case, the whole "no" question is moot.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Because it's been well established that knitting pictures make everything better.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Drive-By
Just so's you know my head hasn't exploded yet, here I am.
One of these days I'm going to load the last month's worth of pictures in one giant *blurgh* of photojournalism,† but for now, let me tell you a little story and share a link.
Sunday was the Broncos home opener.‡ I don't have a parking pass, but the boss's FIL has vintage season tickets and VIP parking. The boss took his son, but they live right on the very spiffy light rail line to the stadium, so they decided to go the public trasportation route.
Thus, I got the VIP parking pass.
We got to the lot I parked near the entrance, which makes for a longer walk, but a much quicker getaway when the game is over. This was really good thinking, only I forgot one key element: I pulled into the space head-in.
When we got back to the car after the game, I realised my error. Not only was I going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers to back all the way into the traffic lane, I was going to have to back to my right with an empty space on my right and a giant truck on my left... exactly the wrong configuration for my needs.
AND... it turns out that when you are flanked by two giant trucks -- even if one of them is a full parking space removed from you -- and your head is sunk deep in truck territory, it' really hard to see oncoming traffic anyway.
After a moment, I realised I drive a Mini Cooper.§
I backed all the way to the end of the parking space, turned the wheel hard right and proceeded to execute a perfect seven-point turn.¶ When I had completed this feat, Kelley poked me and pointed at the small crowd that had gathered to watch the magic of the Cutest Little Car in the Whole Wide World.
Amazement, applause and quite possibly the best object lesson in why a tiny little car is one of the best accessories a sports fan can have.
*************
An email exchange:
From: eBeth
To: Marin
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!#
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/09/spider-silk/
From: Marin
To: eBeth
Subject: Re: Now here's a textile for you!
Holy cats. It's like my best dream spun out of my worst nightmare.
Plus... bulletproof shawl!
From: eBeth
To: Marin
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!
Surely there's a pithy maxim buried in there somewhere. If life gives you spiders, make a shawl....
*************
I don't know about all y'all, but this makes way more sense than that lemon thing.††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Y'know... a pod of whales, an oodle of cupcakes, a *blurgh* of photojournalism.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): You may have noticed.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Two points for effort, Captain Obvious!
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): If you think there's no such thing as a perfect seven-point turn, well... you really need to see me in action.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): *WARNING!* Giant spider alert! Sarah should proceed with caution!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I don't believe life has ever handed me lemons, but it's handed me innumerable spiders. Lemons would, in fact, be a nice change, and would require no sugar-coating (heheheh) to be a big step up.
One of these days I'm going to load the last month's worth of pictures in one giant *blurgh* of photojournalism,† but for now, let me tell you a little story and share a link.
Sunday was the Broncos home opener.‡ I don't have a parking pass, but the boss's FIL has vintage season tickets and VIP parking. The boss took his son, but they live right on the very spiffy light rail line to the stadium, so they decided to go the public trasportation route.
Thus, I got the VIP parking pass.
We got to the lot I parked near the entrance, which makes for a longer walk, but a much quicker getaway when the game is over. This was really good thinking, only I forgot one key element: I pulled into the space head-in.
When we got back to the car after the game, I realised my error. Not only was I going to have to rely on the kindness of strangers to back all the way into the traffic lane, I was going to have to back to my right with an empty space on my right and a giant truck on my left... exactly the wrong configuration for my needs.
AND... it turns out that when you are flanked by two giant trucks -- even if one of them is a full parking space removed from you -- and your head is sunk deep in truck territory, it' really hard to see oncoming traffic anyway.
After a moment, I realised I drive a Mini Cooper.§
I backed all the way to the end of the parking space, turned the wheel hard right and proceeded to execute a perfect seven-point turn.¶ When I had completed this feat, Kelley poked me and pointed at the small crowd that had gathered to watch the magic of the Cutest Little Car in the Whole Wide World.
Amazement, applause and quite possibly the best object lesson in why a tiny little car is one of the best accessories a sports fan can have.
*************
An email exchange:
From: eBeth
To: Marin
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!#
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/09/spider-silk/
From: Marin
To: eBeth
Subject: Re: Now here's a textile for you!
Holy cats. It's like my best dream spun out of my worst nightmare.
Plus... bulletproof shawl!
From: eBeth
To: Marin
Subject: Now here's a textile for you!
Surely there's a pithy maxim buried in there somewhere. If life gives you spiders, make a shawl....
*************
I don't know about all y'all, but this makes way more sense than that lemon thing.††
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Y'know... a pod of whales, an oodle of cupcakes, a *blurgh* of photojournalism.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): You may have noticed.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Two points for effort, Captain Obvious!
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): If you think there's no such thing as a perfect seven-point turn, well... you really need to see me in action.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): *WARNING!* Giant spider alert! Sarah should proceed with caution!
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I don't believe life has ever handed me lemons, but it's handed me innumerable spiders. Lemons would, in fact, be a nice change, and would require no sugar-coating (heheheh) to be a big step up.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Planks to Be Walked, Chickens to Be Stalked
As many of you are aware, Saturday is National Squawk† Like a Pirate Day.
Red‡ knows.
Marybeth is getting the picture.§
CHICKENS!
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I know you think it's TALK like a pirate, but have you ever heard a chicken talk?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The chicken, not the chick. The chick is Marybeth.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Actually, Marybeth is giving the picture, which delights me to no end. I saw this on Facebook and was itching to steal it, then Marybeth emailed it to me and preempted any criminal activity on my part. Marybeth is my new best friend.
Red‡ knows.
Marybeth is getting the picture.§
CHICKENS!
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): I know you think it's TALK like a pirate, but have you ever heard a chicken talk?
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): The chicken, not the chick. The chick is Marybeth.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Actually, Marybeth is giving the picture, which delights me to no end. I saw this on Facebook and was itching to steal it, then Marybeth emailed it to me and preempted any criminal activity on my part. Marybeth is my new best friend.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
State of the Onion
My office is roughly 2/3 of a block from the bathroom.
If you'll direct your attention the clever graphic below, I have drawn a rough diagram of my daily habitat.
The green star is me. The purple star outside the box is the bathroom. The red star is the coffee maker, the blue star the printer where my documents mostly show up and the orange dinosaur-looking thing is Hans.†
[SUMMARY: With that, you know way more about my daily life than you want to.]
The series of events:
A vague notion that I have to pee. A vague notion that coffee would be good. The certainty that this print job is going to take several minutes, seeing as it's 180 pages long.
In a fit of efficient brilliance,‡ I hit print, figuring I'd drop my coffee cup in the kitchen, cruise to the bathroom, pick up coffee and collect my printed document on the return trip.
In reality, I hit print, went to the copy machine, couldn't figure out what I was doing there, realised I didn't have my coffee cup and went back to my office for that.
[SUMMARY: It dont't get any better than this.]
I started out again, this time skipping the copy room and heading for the kitchen, where I dispensed coffee to cup, whitened it up and headed back to my office. When I hit the copy machine, I remembered I had to pee.§
I set the coffee down on the copy counter and went to the bathroom. On the way back, I was intently reminding myself not to forget my stuff at the printer and bypassed the coffee completely.
[SUMMARY: Still not getting better.]
I got back to my desk, started to sit down and bounced like a rubber ball as I remembered my coffee. I went back for the coffee, and circled the copy room for a moment trying to remember what it was I was not supposed to forget in the copy room.¶ There weren't any papers lying around to give me a clue, so I went back to my office.
When I turned back to my computer, there was an email I needed to answer. About ten minutes later, Hans walked into my office with a handful of papers.
"These look like yours," he said.
"Oh, yeah. I printed stuff! Thank you!"
I set the stuff on the desk and continued with my email.
[SUMMARY: Multi-tasking may not be for everybody.]
About five minutes later, I turned without looking and bumped the coffee, spilling it over the freshly printed stuff. I sopped up the brown puddle with the paper towels I keep in my desk just for these moments,# sighed and took a sip of coffee. Which was cold.
Thus the sometimes-vicious cycle of life in the wilds of the office†† begins again. More prints, more coffee and someday I will spill again.
*************
Wazamba - Parfume d'Empire
Marin says: "What are you sniffing these days?" asked Nathan.%
"Not much, really. I'm experiencing perfume ennui," I replied.
"I hate it when that happens," he commiserated.
The next day, Wazamba landed on my desk.
Out of courtesy‡‡ to my generous friend, I pounced, ravaging it like a starving beast ravages a plump gazelle.§§
Mmmmm... fresh-cut pine backed by a dollop of sweet-but-not-too, round, smoky, resiny incense. It mellows noticably but subtly to a gentler pine, not as citrusy-sharp, with the incense bubbling up just a little, but broadening rather than overcoming.
The smoke becomes more pronounced, but this is one of the best smokes I've sniffed -- not too campfire, not too acrid, just smooth and dry and a bit sweet, like the smell of an old church after mass.
Somewhere in here, I was thinking of applewood smoke on a BBQ. Turns out, the perfumer actually lists apple in the notes.
Now, we can chat about all the notes and bits, but there's something complete about this fragrance that wants the forest to be noted ahead of the trees. The word I keep coming back to is "enveloping." I find it cosy and comforting, and just a bit sexy, because smoke and incense usually have a little vavoom in their makeup. The sillage is poofy rather than trailing, more resembling a fog or a cloud than the stream of a peacock's tail carrying behind it.
The fragrance is incredibly long lasting. If I didn't shower, who knows how long it would have stayed? Eighteen hours after a light application, my wrists smelled like baking¶¶ and incense.
It is to be noted that Aaron (the filing clerk) walked into my office and went all dreamy and forgot what he was going to say. "Wow. It smells *really* good in here." Shanny liked it and confirmed that it goes nicely with R&B, Robert Cray-style.
So I've shaken my perfume ennui in favour of Wazamba monomania.##
It's a step in the right direction.
Parfum d'Empire says†††: An aromatic pine$ grove created around incense,$ sacred to all great civilizations. Incense, myrrh, sandalwood, cypress and apple$ fashion the enigmatic formula of this captivaing perfume. A voyage within...
Hans says: A spice. Like a cinnamon. It smells like the colour brown. Rich mahogany. Yeah, I get a spicy scent.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Hans doesn't merit a star because, once again, Hans is leaving on a deadline. We had a deadline yesterday, we have another October 9 and now we have one October 30, the day Hans is leaving for Madison.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Short lived.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): You'd think this wouldn't be a memory item, wouldn't you?
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): My obsessive nature doesn't only apply to hobbies and things people tell me I can't have; it spreads and permeates every little corner of my being. In this case, erroneously. That copy room haunted me all day.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Yes, I keep paper towels in my desk. For good reason.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I watched a little Discovery Channel this weekend.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): In one of our rare moments lately -- werk is really eating into my pleasant social time.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Y'know... gentle, courteous attention much like what a six-year-old gives a big, beribboned package on Christmas morning.
§§FOOTNOTE (dervish): Huh. Maybe I watched more Discovery Channel than I thought.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (knock knock): I was really surprised to find it didn't have any vanilla in the notes.
##FOOTNOTE (pound the sistrum!): Wazamba Monomania would be a good name for a band. Particularly, as Grain de Musc so kindly provided, since a Wazamba is a sort of African sistrum.
†††FOOTNOTE (holy holy holy cats): Via the packaging. Their website is all in French and I couldn't figure out which button to hit to get to the next on the list of perfumes and I don't know French for "search" and I was looking at the parade of bottles at the bottom of the page going all Nancy Drew with the "it's a golden colour" and again with the "the label is dark brown" and I never saw a Wazamba bottle float by, which is a shame because I thought it would be funny to post the French, doubly funny if I posted the shipping particulars instead of the perfume PR.
Did I mention "obsessive"?
If you'll direct your attention the clever graphic below, I have drawn a rough diagram of my daily habitat.
The green star is me. The purple star outside the box is the bathroom. The red star is the coffee maker, the blue star the printer where my documents mostly show up and the orange dinosaur-looking thing is Hans.†
[SUMMARY: With that, you know way more about my daily life than you want to.]
The series of events:
A vague notion that I have to pee. A vague notion that coffee would be good. The certainty that this print job is going to take several minutes, seeing as it's 180 pages long.
In a fit of efficient brilliance,‡ I hit print, figuring I'd drop my coffee cup in the kitchen, cruise to the bathroom, pick up coffee and collect my printed document on the return trip.
In reality, I hit print, went to the copy machine, couldn't figure out what I was doing there, realised I didn't have my coffee cup and went back to my office for that.
[SUMMARY: It dont't get any better than this.]
I started out again, this time skipping the copy room and heading for the kitchen, where I dispensed coffee to cup, whitened it up and headed back to my office. When I hit the copy machine, I remembered I had to pee.§
I set the coffee down on the copy counter and went to the bathroom. On the way back, I was intently reminding myself not to forget my stuff at the printer and bypassed the coffee completely.
[SUMMARY: Still not getting better.]
I got back to my desk, started to sit down and bounced like a rubber ball as I remembered my coffee. I went back for the coffee, and circled the copy room for a moment trying to remember what it was I was not supposed to forget in the copy room.¶ There weren't any papers lying around to give me a clue, so I went back to my office.
When I turned back to my computer, there was an email I needed to answer. About ten minutes later, Hans walked into my office with a handful of papers.
"These look like yours," he said.
"Oh, yeah. I printed stuff! Thank you!"
I set the stuff on the desk and continued with my email.
[SUMMARY: Multi-tasking may not be for everybody.]
About five minutes later, I turned without looking and bumped the coffee, spilling it over the freshly printed stuff. I sopped up the brown puddle with the paper towels I keep in my desk just for these moments,# sighed and took a sip of coffee. Which was cold.
Thus the sometimes-vicious cycle of life in the wilds of the office†† begins again. More prints, more coffee and someday I will spill again.
*************
Wazamba - Parfume d'Empire
Marin says: "What are you sniffing these days?" asked Nathan.%
"Not much, really. I'm experiencing perfume ennui," I replied.
"I hate it when that happens," he commiserated.
The next day, Wazamba landed on my desk.
Out of courtesy‡‡ to my generous friend, I pounced, ravaging it like a starving beast ravages a plump gazelle.§§
Mmmmm... fresh-cut pine backed by a dollop of sweet-but-not-too, round, smoky, resiny incense. It mellows noticably but subtly to a gentler pine, not as citrusy-sharp, with the incense bubbling up just a little, but broadening rather than overcoming.
The smoke becomes more pronounced, but this is one of the best smokes I've sniffed -- not too campfire, not too acrid, just smooth and dry and a bit sweet, like the smell of an old church after mass.
Somewhere in here, I was thinking of applewood smoke on a BBQ. Turns out, the perfumer actually lists apple in the notes.
Now, we can chat about all the notes and bits, but there's something complete about this fragrance that wants the forest to be noted ahead of the trees. The word I keep coming back to is "enveloping." I find it cosy and comforting, and just a bit sexy, because smoke and incense usually have a little vavoom in their makeup. The sillage is poofy rather than trailing, more resembling a fog or a cloud than the stream of a peacock's tail carrying behind it.
The fragrance is incredibly long lasting. If I didn't shower, who knows how long it would have stayed? Eighteen hours after a light application, my wrists smelled like baking¶¶ and incense.
It is to be noted that Aaron (the filing clerk) walked into my office and went all dreamy and forgot what he was going to say. "Wow. It smells *really* good in here." Shanny liked it and confirmed that it goes nicely with R&B, Robert Cray-style.
So I've shaken my perfume ennui in favour of Wazamba monomania.##
It's a step in the right direction.
Parfum d'Empire says†††: An aromatic pine$ grove created around incense,$ sacred to all great civilizations. Incense, myrrh, sandalwood, cypress and apple$ fashion the enigmatic formula of this captivaing perfume. A voyage within...
Hans says: A spice. Like a cinnamon. It smells like the colour brown. Rich mahogany. Yeah, I get a spicy scent.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Hans doesn't merit a star because, once again, Hans is leaving on a deadline. We had a deadline yesterday, we have another October 9 and now we have one October 30, the day Hans is leaving for Madison.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Short lived.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): You'd think this wouldn't be a memory item, wouldn't you?
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): My obsessive nature doesn't only apply to hobbies and things people tell me I can't have; it spreads and permeates every little corner of my being. In this case, erroneously. That copy room haunted me all day.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Yes, I keep paper towels in my desk. For good reason.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): I watched a little Discovery Channel this weekend.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): In one of our rare moments lately -- werk is really eating into my pleasant social time.
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Y'know... gentle, courteous attention much like what a six-year-old gives a big, beribboned package on Christmas morning.
§§FOOTNOTE (dervish): Huh. Maybe I watched more Discovery Channel than I thought.
¶¶FOOTNOTE (knock knock): I was really surprised to find it didn't have any vanilla in the notes.
##FOOTNOTE (pound the sistrum!): Wazamba Monomania would be a good name for a band. Particularly, as Grain de Musc so kindly provided, since a Wazamba is a sort of African sistrum.
†††FOOTNOTE (holy holy holy cats): Via the packaging. Their website is all in French and I couldn't figure out which button to hit to get to the next on the list of perfumes and I don't know French for "search" and I was looking at the parade of bottles at the bottom of the page going all Nancy Drew with the "it's a golden colour" and again with the "the label is dark brown" and I never saw a Wazamba bottle float by, which is a shame because I thought it would be funny to post the French, doubly funny if I posted the shipping particulars instead of the perfume PR.
Did I mention "obsessive"?
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