Tired little Sooky
Sep. 24th, 2010 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdSo today was busy.
After work, I went to pick up Bun. We went to Wal-greens and the credit union and Dollar Tree. Then she spring on me that she needed to eat at Abyssinia, the local Ethiopian restaurant as part of a class assignment.
So I took her and Devotee (the new chewtoy) out for dinner. Correction, Devotee took her out. I just did the driving and they pretended not to be embarassed at my existance.
I had the Yebeg Tibes, lamb sauteed with onion and garlic and awaze: Paste of hot peppers containing garlic, ginger, salt and other spices. It was really good. Quite spicy, but the burn faded fast. The injera bread was spongy and very nice, but sharp from the fermentation.
Dropped Devotee at the campus and took Bun to MAGY.
A quick stop at Kroger got food for the littles.
I subbed out two stories tonight to the same anthology. It's the undead erotica one. Now, I can finish the pain-pleasure story.
Scent of the Day: ANTONINO, THE CARNY TALKER. White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender. This was a gamble. Vetiver and plum can go really awful on me, and the Lab's lavender is always dicey. Going on the plum and coconut and fig come through, making this really juicy with just enough musk to keep it sexy. The vetiver and verbena ground the fruit for me. So sexy, I was getting turned on just sniffing my wrist. It's dried to a faint musky lavender, which is all right. Better staying power than Isaac. Not as lovely as Theodosius.
As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.
His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:
“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”
With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.
“From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!
"Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!
"All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”
After work, I went to pick up Bun. We went to Wal-greens and the credit union and Dollar Tree. Then she spring on me that she needed to eat at Abyssinia, the local Ethiopian restaurant as part of a class assignment.
So I took her and Devotee (the new chewtoy) out for dinner. Correction, Devotee took her out. I just did the driving and they pretended not to be embarassed at my existance.
I had the Yebeg Tibes, lamb sauteed with onion and garlic and awaze: Paste of hot peppers containing garlic, ginger, salt and other spices. It was really good. Quite spicy, but the burn faded fast. The injera bread was spongy and very nice, but sharp from the fermentation.
Dropped Devotee at the campus and took Bun to MAGY.
A quick stop at Kroger got food for the littles.
I subbed out two stories tonight to the same anthology. It's the undead erotica one. Now, I can finish the pain-pleasure story.
Scent of the Day: ANTONINO, THE CARNY TALKER. White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender. This was a gamble. Vetiver and plum can go really awful on me, and the Lab's lavender is always dicey. Going on the plum and coconut and fig come through, making this really juicy with just enough musk to keep it sexy. The vetiver and verbena ground the fruit for me. So sexy, I was getting turned on just sniffing my wrist. It's dried to a faint musky lavender, which is all right. Better staying power than Isaac. Not as lovely as Theodosius.
As you approach an enormous patchwork tent, a curious sound catches your attention: the rattle of bones and the tinkling of tiny bells heralds the arrival of a gaunt and ghastly creature. An animated skeleton dressed in a jester’s motley saunters towards the front of the tent, waving an orange and black striped cane at the crowd in an effort to clear a path. The jester makes his way past the fog-shrouded, faded, colossal posters that adorn the tent to a platform in front of the massive tent’s entrance. His ivory smile frozen in a gleeful rictus grin, he steps up onto the platform, taps the cane three times, and the jester costume vanishes. Suddenly dark eyes appear in the empty sockets, bones are wrapped in muscle, sinew grows over the bones, blood fills rapidly appearing veins. Before your eyes, the skeletal jester has become a dapper, handsome man, dressed in black and orange, with a skull-ornamented straw hat tilted jauntily upon his shining black hair.
His smile is slick and conspiratorial. With a flourish and arcing wave of his cane, he booms:
“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! This is Carnaval Diabolique’s notorious 13-In-1: the finest freak show in all the Hells! What marvels await you, you ask? Simply the strangest and most fantastic creatures, human and inhuman, gathered for your entertainment, enlightenment and erudition!”
With the cane, he gestures at the gigantic posters that adorn the tent. The images, once hazy, suddenly come into focus.
“From the depths of the Black Forest: Arachnina, the Spider Girl! From the rain-swept streets of London: Hope and Faith, the Siamese Twins! From ruins of old Aquae Sextia: Wulric, the Wolf Man!
"Thalassa, the Galapagos Mermaid! A vision of life-in-death, Eshe!
"All in all, THIRTEEN anatomical curiosities, miracles of genetics, magick and science, masters of marvels, ALIVE ON THE INSIDE!”
