January 21st, 2008

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In the small hours of the night, I lay in that vague state between sleep and waking, surrounded by snuggling felines and far too many pillows. Angus was bedded down between my feet, and Ben was functioning as a large tabby butt-warmer.* The alarm clock threw blue shadows across the bed and the large copper mask of Ganesh watched beatifically from the wall over a tableaux possibly entitled "Still Life With Woman And Cats."

And then I heard a noise.

A very...strange...noise.

I sat up. So did Ben.

Angus was snoring.

He was stretched out full length on his back, spine in one of those impossible feline curves, front paws crossed and extended, looking painfully adorable, and he was snoring. Not a simple snore, either. It started with a low, descending gurgle--Huururrrurrrggghhhrrhhh--and then went to a high two-part noise, the world's smallest hunting horn--taaa-RAAAH!

Ben and I stared.

Hurrrrrurrrurggghhrrrh....taa-RAAA! Hurrrrrurrrurggghhrrrh....taa-RAAAH!

"Oh dear god," I said.

Hurrrrrurrrrrrrughurggghhrrrh....ta-RAAAH!

Now, I lived with a snorer for many years, and I have occasionally been accused of making inroads in that department myself, so I know that if you nudge them, usually that brings them close enough to consciousness to cease snoring. Still, I didn't really want to poke a sleeping cat who's trust I am still trying to earn. Particularly not when they're so damn cute. I tried flexing my calf muscle, which he was using as a pillow.

Hurrrrrurrrurggghhrrrh....taa-RAAA!

I flexed somewhat harder. Ben made a disgruntled noise and laid back down, taking advantage of me sitting up to ooze partway around behind my back.

It occurred to me that for a formerly feral cat, Angus was an awfully sound sleeper.

Hurrrrrurrrurggghhrrrh....taa-RAAAHH!

I did a one-legged Fred Astaire number. This served only to alter the pitch and cadence of the snore.

Hurrggghhrrrh....taaaaa-RAAAWWWH...

"Angus," I said, hesitantly, "you're snoring."  This was just as effective on Angus as it had ever been on my ex-husband.

Hurrrgghrruggh...taaaAAAHH-raw!...

Ben let it be known that if I didn't lie back down, I was getting a feline bolster, and he wasn't going to want to move.

Hurrrrrurrrurggghhrrrh....taa-RAAAWWW!

I surrendered to my fate, re-negotiated the borders with Ben--he gained more ground than I did--and went back to sleep. Oblivious to it all, Angus snored on.



*Undignified, possibly. But for whatever reason of circulation, my posterior gets COLD. I'm not entirely sure why--my toes, sure, that's the farthest point of the body, I expect them to be chilly, but why the butt? My only guess is that the layers of fat act as an insulator and keep the heat from reaching the skin, so it's down to capillary action and they can't keep up. I have generally found a male sleeping companion to be ideal for warming this region up--human is preferred, but an eighteen pound tomcat that generates heat like a small furry singularity ain't bad.
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So I'm taking a shower, and I have completed all of the standard grooming tasks, and try this new exfoliating goop that I picked up.

In my on-going commitment to try and look good--after all, if you look good, you feel good, and sooner or later somebody's bound to notice, right?--I started using various such goops, since if the literature is to believed, all woes of the skin can be addressed via exfoliation. It will smooth your skin, prevent ingrown hairs, firm your flesh, remove dead flakes, cure psoriasis, give a healthy glow, prevent wrinkles, confer immortality and allow you to understand the secret language of chickens.*

I tried a loofah, but I dunno. The goops are more fun. The problem I run into, of course, is that one goop might as well be like another. I have not noticed that any particular variety causes my skin to suddenly glow like a pearl from a Three-Mile-Island oysterbed, so I'm basically going by texture and smell. I haven't found one that smells like cinnamon and clove yet, as my favorite soap does, so I just pick them up at random and give it a whirl.

The latest variety is lavender, sage, and Dead Sea salt. The large chunks of salt, while probably not doing much on a chemical front, are at least a fun scratchy texture--the scratchy and the smooth is a neat textural contrast, and as those who follow my art are probably aware by now, I am All About The Textures. Smells okay, although I'd prefer something spicier than sweet. (Really, I'm more of a musk than floral type.)

Anybody got any recommendations?

ETA: Okay, for the descriptions ALONE I must mention this site. I have no idea what the stuff is like, but man...Villainess  (I wanna be an Antihero! Why does smelling like leather and cigarettes sound so appealing when they say it?!)


*Bawk bawk-buck-bawk.
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Okay. I have run into this tangentially a zillion times, now I gotta ask...

What the heck is this BPAL thing?

I mean, I don't even WEAR perfume, but I admit, the copy for the Mr. Jacquel stuff--embalming spices! Who doesn't want to smell like embalming spices!?--makes me twitch.

But it seems like there's more going on from what I've heard then just a perfume company...some kinda subculture or something...
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Drinking the Koolaid

*sigh* I don't even WEAR perfume!

Still, okay, maybe I would if I found some I like. And the imp thing sounds like a really easy way to try them out--mind you, if I found one that I liked, I'd probably stick to it, I'm not really into collecting odors, per se. (I don't burn scented candles or anything.)

So, O readers! Can you make some suggestions? I am not fond of cloying sweetness nor particularly floral or fruity--well, citrus is sort of okay--I'm really more a musky and spicy type. (Although not TOO musky, obviously...) I like cinnamon and clove (as you've doubtless guessed) and leather (oh, how I love leather) and smoke. And cedar. (Do they make perfume that involves cedar?)

Great, something else that I have very masculine tastes in...

And really, I'm just a sucker for entertaining copy.

A buddy of mine who has apparently been assimilated is sending me something called "Samhain." God help us all.

Well, hell...Since this appears to be a trading venture, I'll get into the spirit and say that if anybody wants to swap some samples--wee samples! I don't need much!--for prints, I'll try it, I'll blog it, and if  you have any recommendations, post at will! The following list are smells I'd be interested in trying.

(Here's your chance to get me hooked, people. Use it quickly, before my sanity restores itself.)
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