Various and sundry

Things have been oddly quiet.

Bun is off helping her boi rebuild a wvintage 72 Volkswagen Beetle. He bought it for $800 and will probably sink 4 times that into getting it running. My first words were "Bun, you know that car is older than your aunties, yes?"

Obi is away at bandcamp.

Dollface has theater camp all week and is enjoying it. She and Jonner are lazing in front of the fans otherwise.

We're getting the AC fixed soon. I like what it's doing for my utility bill, but Memphis is HOT.

Had inspiration on AotI.

Now, I need to change my clothes and be off to WalMart for Father's Day cards and bras. My 9 year old is in full-swing puberty! I blame Adam Lambert.

After that, the library to print the forms for a Pride booth.
Then the Post office to mail them.

Blots from the Debauched Desk

• 21:32 Typos. DO NOT WANT.
  doing the thirdround of Robin Hood edits. ZOMG. #

Please to be sweeping them into the wastebasket now
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BPAL: Nyarlathotep

Nyarlathoptep (Picnic in Arkham): Brooding, yet electric: the scent of buried secrets, roiling nightmares, the essence of the Crawling Chaos, the Father of Knives and Locusts, the Hunter in the Dark. This is the blackest of ritual incenses charged with flashes of ozone.

Vial: Sharp scent, unidentifiable. Kind of after-shave like.
Wet: definitely sharp incense, something piney smelling there.
Drydown: Mellowing to general incense smell, some pine some myrrh
Dry: went to soap. Nice, classy soap, but still soap. Foo. This is a swapper.