So the lovely tibicina kindly allowed me to give her money at Conflikt, send her to Dark Delicacies (a retail store reasonably near her residence, for values of 'reasonable' that include a bit of driving), and get her to bring me back the two horror-themed scents that BPAL had formulated for retail-only sale this past Valentine's Day. Specifically...

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[Sitting on the BART train, listening to my iPod. Woman sits down beside me.]

Woman (sniffing the air): Excuse me, but what is that perfume you're wearing? It smells wonderful.

Me (with exhausted deadpan sincerity): Embalming Fluid.

Woman: ...

[At the very next stop, the woman gets up and moves away.]

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #37: Conflikt, Part VII.

Second, the footnotes:

This strip spans the end of Saturday and the start of Sunday at Conflikt. Yes! After only seven comic strips, we've finally reached the last day of the convention! Memo to self: you are, quite possibly, out of your mind Bah ( Read more... )

10. The Petco in Walnut Creek has some surprisingly excellent iguanas in residence, considering that it's, y'know, a Petco, land of killing small reptiles through misadventure and improper care. One of them spent a great deal of time and energy tail-whipping their climbing stick to demonstrate that it wasn't afraid of the big pink monkeys. I ( Read more... )

Waking up Saturday morning and still being able to talk -- I regularly thrash my voice by talking too much during my Friday night Improv Workshop, which was canceled this year for reason of 'the instructor is so not in the physical place necessary for crawling around on the floor pretending to be a hermit crab' -- was a little bit surreal. Surreal ( Read more... )

So yeah. Really, my specific current cocktail of drugs -- painkillers and muscle relaxants and steroids, oh my -- seems geared towards forcing me into lucid dreaming. I've always had vivid, memorable dreams (I even dreamt the plot of an entire novel, once, although in the dream, it was a Disney movie that a whole bunch of us had gone to see as a ( Read more... )

Hey, Spider, did you see that the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab has just introduced a whoooooooooole new batch of pirate scents, all ready to shiver your timbers and plunder your booty and insert other vaguely naughty-cal references here as you see fit ( Read more... )

The BPAL update for the Halloween season went live on Sunday. Because everyone needed the world to contain more limited edition perfume, yo. Alas, 2007 did not see a return of my beloved Trick or Treat (candy corn perfume for the win), although it did see a completely revamped Pumpkin Patch, with five entirely new, entirely awesome pumpkin scents ( Read more... )

Still comes the BPAL (a common abbreviation for 'Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab', if you're somehow coming to this party late). I'm currently forcing myself to try one new scent from my backlog for every day on which I insist on wearing my beloved Bad Luck Woman Blues. This is surprisingly difficult, as BLWB seems to be my One True BPAL, surpassing ( Read more... )

When I started unpacking my bags on Monday night, I found that the larger of my two suitcases possessed a strong -- nay, OVERPOWERING -- smell that I couldn't quite identify. A good smell, actually, and one which was substantially more pleasing than the usual post-con 'your dirty laundry has just crossed a country while sealed in a small bag' ( Read more... )