| My home, love it or leave it. |
[Apr. 1st, 2009|07:35 pm] |
The scene: A few moments ago, Jer goofing with the doggboys in the other room, while Bec works on the Mac in the library.
Jer: "NananananananaDITKO! NananananananaDITKO!"
(Ditko frolics merrily about, inordinately pleased by the attention, and vents his ecstasy on the nearest dog toys.)
Jer: "NanananananananaROPEBONE! NananananananaBEAVER!"
Bec: (silence)
(ETA)Jer: "You know what would make a cool team-up? Ropebone and beaver."
Bec: *splorfle*
Jer: "You're thinking naughty thoughts, aren't you! What's wrong with ROPEBONE and BEAVER??"
Bec: "Well, it's so Eats, Shoots, and Leaves in the text in my head." |
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| A City Just For Us. |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
For those of you who missed the Palimpsest party on 3/16/09 @ Mac's Backs, you missed a hell of a shindig. It all began before that, though....
I'm sure, if you're a regular reader of me, you've already seen the sketches of the maps I created for me and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zodarzone and theferrett and zoethe.
Sunday night, I began the process of hennaing those maps onto our skins. Everyone has a neighborhood, in Palimpsest.
Laying out La Libra Ultimatis Station on Jer/zodarzone
Jeremy wearing La Libra Ultimatis Station
~ La Libra Ultimatis Station ~ In the city, there is a Library. Every good city has a library, but the Library of Palimpsest is unusual. It holds volumes, true, thousands upon thousands of volumes, but they're rarely read and never loaned out. No one has a card for this library. There is only one book in La Libra Ultimatis - the Book of Names, and the number of volumes is so immense that it takes several annexes just to house it all. Everyone in Palimpsest is recorded in that book, everyone who has heard its clamor and walked its streets and lived in its buildings. Off to one side of the library complex is a clutch of round towers that stretch far above the city, the Spires of Sighs. In the Spires, you can walk through the giant arches, the long sloping ramps, spiraling up and up, and hear the first sigh emitted by each and every person after their first breath of Palimpsest's air. La Libra Ultimatis is surrounded by dormitories for students of the Book, and merchant streets jammed with papermakers and bookbinders and inksellers and quillerists. ~
Gini/zoethe wearing Chakrazoe Station
~ Chakrazoe Station ~ So many trains run through Palimpsest, it's hard to figure out how they connect. If you're lucky, you'll venture into a neighborhood with a wheelhouse, a place where the train lines come together before flying apart again, off on their way to other parts of the city. Everyone passes through Chakrazoe Station at some point, on their journey through the city, but the only ones who stay are the ones who need the hum of rails under trains, the shouts of porters directing luggage and stock, the scent of burning coal and hot metal and steam. The neighborhood around Chakrazoe is surprisingly peaceful and sedate. The residents live the small, quiet lives of temple builders, only expressing themselves in the beauty of the Stations they create, for this neighborhood is where the Stations are built, piece by piece and brick by brick, before being boxed up and shipped off on their beloved trains, to be assembled as a Station they've never seen and most likely will never visit. Every thing you see in a Station was created here, the shining brass bars on the ticket window, the curling wrought iron benches, the smoothly polished and inlaid wooden floors, the sometimes-ornate and sometimes-simple signs proclaiming the names of the Stations. ~
Ferrett/theferrett wearing Whalejack Station
~ Whalejack Station ~ Every city relies heavily on the transportation of goods. While the trains of Palimpsest are beautiful, they only run so far, and sometimes things need to come from farther away than the trains reach. Enter Whalejack Station, on the harbor of Palimpsest. Here is where the ships that sail the wide open sea come to be safe, to rest and be repaired, to be relieved of their burdens so they can skip gaily from wave to wave again, unencumbered by the weight of necessity. The warehouses of Whalejack Station are filled with things that will be made into other things, metal and wood and thread and rock, vast stores of potential. Stevedores live here, and chandlers, and boatbuilders - they draw comfort from living with their ships, from being so near the ocean, hearing the thwack of waves against wood, the cries of gulls, smelling the winds that blow the scents of far-off, unheard-of places. Yet, none appear tempted to jump on a ship as it leaves its safe harbor; they all seem happy to stay in Palimpsest, as if all things that matter eventually come to the city and they will be contented when it arrives, an adventure that no one has to leave home to experience. ~
Me wearing Crooked River Station
~ Crooked River Station ~ In every city everywhere, there's a place where the regulated order of streets break down, where margins blur and nothing is set in stone. Crooked River Station sits on the border of just such a place. The banks of the River are twisted and high, yet still people crowd to live here. This is where the river people dwell, those who make their living working the tamed, bounded waters of the River, ferrymen and washerwomen and basketmakers. This neighborhood is where the shantytowns spring up, all along the riverbends, and where the floating folk make their temporary dockings. It's the Gypsy part of town, and to walk its streets is an unparalleled adventure. Your pockets might get picked, you might see the love of your life, you may hear unearthly music you will never hear again, you might get your fortune told true, you might dance all night around a fire, you might be netted and whisked away to live a wholly new life, never to return. One can never truly know what happens in the Crooked River until you go there - everyone finds something different, something unique and just for them, an experience that will never be repeated no matter how many times you visit. ~
To see our map, whole and entire, and see photos of the launch event, follow the links. |
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| Hooray! Stinky Stuff For Me! |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|10:58 am] |
It may take them two months to fill an order, but when they do, BPAL certainly comes through! Whoopee!
For Winter Holiday this (past) year, Sarah/moominmuppet ordered me a copy of Ravens In The Library, a fabulous anthology of stories collected to benefit SJ Tucker/s00j in her time of need. While thrilling, exciting, and otherwise stoking my readerflame, I was fully aware that that part of my gift would take... a while. No idea when that's coming out and around, but hey, I love surprises. No worries. I can wait.... really, I can. I is patientlike.
On the other hand, I also asked for a set of six imps from BPAL's Ars Amatoria collection. As of late, I have decided I like smelling sexy and yummy, not just for others but for myself as well, and thus have gotten back into the habit of wearing perfume. What better way to start smelling pretty, sexy, and yummy than going for the gold that is BPAL?
The gold arrived on Wednesday! After spending a lovely evening playing Apples to Apples (for the first time evah, what a great game that is,) with theferrett and zoethe, Jer and I arrived home to see a white USPS box sticking out of our mailbox. I squealed with glee, "My stinky stuff! It's finally here!" and leapt out of the car. Jer followed, bemused, as I gabbled madly about my preciousssssssssness and clutched the box in rapture. I ran upstairs to open my box of smell in the presence of the one who purchased it for me, and boy am I glad I did, since there were extra surprises for me!
Not only did Sarah buy me the imp set I had requested, she also picked up a bottle of Nanny Ashtoreth for me, too! Yippee! Extra smelly stuff, and smelly stuff that benefits others as well! Hurrah! I'm a big fan of the deal that Neil Gaiman has worked out with BPAL; the proceeds from every bottle of scent that is based on his works go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, and when it's a scent based on his and Terry Pratchett's fabu book Good Omens, the proceeds are split even-steven between the CBLDF and Pratchett's chosen charity, the Orangutan Foundation UK. Socially conscious and smelling nice, how can I resist? (This is, in fact, why I started buying BPAL in the first place. It's all your fault, Neil.)
By the way, apparently BPAL loves to give their stuff away, since I not only got my six [Carnal, Jezebel, O, Perversion, Queen of Sheba, Siren] imps from Ars Amatoria, I got four extra [Nefertiti, Psyche, Helena, The Hamptons] imps of scent as well! And a really unbelievably appropriate postcard of a 1920's-era photograph of an Oriental dancer. (*snert*) BPAL sent me extra imps before, when I purchased Jer's Winter Holiday gift last year, and I have to say it's a brilliant strategy. At least one of the extras they sent me this time, Psyche, is going in my to-trade-or-give-away pile, since it's got musk in it, and musk does NOT wear well on me. So, once I've worn through all my new ones and decided what I like, I'm going to start offering up my imps for trade or giveaway. Keep your eyes on this space for the offer!
Now, for a review!
Nanny Ashtoreth: As described on the site, this scent is "Middle Eastern flowers, amber, honey, blood red-berries, whip leather, and polished paddle wood". I wore this all day Thursday, and I can still smell it lingering a bit, 24 hours later. Good scent strength/length, there. When in the bottle, I smell mostly the "flowers", which hits my nose like sweet, creamy, soft, and a little dusty, and doesn't really smell like any flower/s I can name, and a sharp, cutting undertone that I'm guessing is the leather. On the first dabbing on my skin, I smell more of the amber and honey, although the first flower scent is still prevalent, and the leather and wood come through much more strongly. There's still the sharp, cutting tone in the scent, which strikes my nose like the way mint smell strikes my nose, although it's more clearly the leatherish part of the scent now. After several hours of wear, the scent has blended, the flower note has dropped down, the sharp leather note has faded, and mostly what I smell is the honey, amber, and wood. Wood is the longest-lasting of all of the scent notes in this perfume oil for me.
Overall, I really really like this perfume oil on me, and so does Jer, judging by the way he promptly nibbled my neck when asked if I smelled good. Sarah really likes it in the bottle and on my skin, and I'm sure I'm going to let her try some out herself, since she and I have similar scent likes and similar body/skin types. My co-worker has labeled it "nice", although "not what you usually smell like". Caleb dislikes it, but he says it reminds him of Stetson, which he dislikes intently. Never having smelled Stetson myself, I can't say if it does or not.
Nanny Ashtoreth: Total win!
Today, after my shower, I'm going to try out either O or Perversion, I think. Yay for smelling good! |
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| State of the House, Illustrated Edition |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Jeremy got a kickass camera recently, and in result, we've been going photo-mad. He's posted some of the pictures he's taken in his lj - a collection of pictures of me (awwwwww, you sweetie Bear), a whole passel o' poochie pics, some of our Post-Modern-College Dormesque apartment, and one I took of him and Ditko (hee hee hee, dog in a sweater!)
Today, though, I also want to share with you some pictures I've taken recently. 'Cause, y'know, I can't resist our shiny new camera. It's soooooo preeeeeeeeetty......
And works so very well.
This picture was taken at 3 AM with no flash, of my house's stairstructure to the third floor studio. Amazing at capturing low light, isn't it?
Suspicious Jax is suspicious. (Jer actually took this shot.)
Grafton's new truck is goddamn-Browns-orange. Highly disturbing, given that he's driving it in Michigan, but hey, at least it's functional and we can find it in a parking lot.
Speaking of Grafton.... I looooooooooove this shot I got of him.
I told you it was good in low light. Very important to me - I love Cleveland's skies, and now we finally have a camera that can capture them in all their glory.
*sigh* SO pretty.
Annnnnnnd..... all together now, in your best Eddie Izzard voice.....
moar funny pictures
*falls over laughing* |
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| How Katamari Damacy Rolls Up My Life |
[Jan. 19th, 2009|12:13 am] |
Beautiful Katamari is probably my favorite video game EVAH. I adore the bright, shiny, cheerful surreality, and it's now one of my all-time preferred expressions of escapism.
Jeremy discovered seven (!) new downloadable stages for it on Xbox Marketplace, and purchased and set them up for me before I got home from work.
I can't decide what I feel more full of - love for my darling Bear, or joy at seven new levels of Crackamari to immerse myself in. |
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| How Much Jer Loves Me, part 357 |
[Nov. 26th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
He's been quite ill lately, like massive-swollen-glands-and-hacking-cough-for-days ill, and has reasonably been very low-key in his interactions with myself and the world.
Today, since he had some time to kill while waiting for co-workers (to take a picture with Santa for their team holiday card, no shit), he wandered a mall briefly.
Sick as can be, he decided that he felt bad that he was "being dull and boring and not very interactive" and bought me a present to show how much he cared for me.
Godiva chocolate-covered strawberries.
Sometimes, I wonder at the man. I love him dearly, but I wonder if he's human. He can't swallow without pain, and his chest sounds like a leaky radiator, yet he takes the time to think of the perfectly healthy, capable person and how "lonely" she must feel, and remembers exactly what her favorite chocolate is, buys it to thank her for taking care of him, and guards it throughout a photo shoot, to bring it home to make her feel special. And loved. Very, very loved.
Jeremy, you always think of others before you think of yourself, sometimes even under extreme duress. That is one of the many, many reasons I love you with all my heart. Thank you, Bear. |
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| Why is there a box leaning on my door? |
[Aug. 6th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
Because Jer loves me lots.
He secretly purchased volumes 2, 3, and 4 of the fantabulous Girl Genius for me, to complement the first volume he bought for me last week. They arrived today, much to my surprise, and they've been putting a crimp in my laundry plans as a result. (By the way, it's a wonderful comic. Are you reading it? You should be. Click on that link up there. Go on, you'll love it. Adventure! Romance! Mad Science!)
Jer, you're just simply amazing, and I love you lots and lots. Thank you for the surprise, it's awesome.
see more dog pictures |
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| I have to say it.... |
[Feb. 14th, 2008|02:31 pm] |
For my darling Bear:
- image from http://politedissent.com/
*snerksnerkgigglesnerk*
(I chose this just for you, thanks to a link from yendi. I love you so much, you big comic geek. I'm so glad you're here with me.) |
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| Holy crap, my man's a netstar! |
[Sep. 6th, 2007|04:09 pm] |
*squees and does a little happy dance*
For those of you don't read zodarzone's lj, he's a comic geek extraordinaire and uses said knowledge to write little mini-reviews of the comics he's getting, called the Weekly Haul.
Well, apparently he's popular (and Google is far-reaching) because three different comic writers have commented in his journal! I admit to being excited about the other two, because I've enjoyed their work and know who they are, but this is the first time he's snagged a heavyweight.... Walter Simonson!
I admit, at first, I was like "I've heard that name... what did he do again?" (This is often my response; I will remember a comic or a book clearly, cover, plot, dialogue, art and all, but I will totally forget the title and/or the creator's names. This even happens with books I own and love and read a bajillion times.) But a quick trip to his wikipedia page reminded me... He, along with Charles Vess (and others) illustrated the copy of The Hobbit that I grew up with. I loved that book to pieces, and carried it around everywhere and read it so much that I literally loved it to pieces and when it finally fell apart totally, the illustrations got cut out and taped to my walls.
Yay, Jeremy! Walt S. answered your question. You're the tops! |
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