I hope you're not mad, I've spent all week trying to get this little project done and haven't had much time to write. The good news is he's done and ready for the world!
Brent: Hey P!
Panda: Hey B!
B: How ya doing?
P: I’m a little constipated, but let’s do this.
When I was a little boy, I loved playing office.I had a whole set-up.Pens, assorted papers, envelopes, an old check writing machine, a keyboard from a Tandy computer, credit card triplicates, carbon paper, a binder full of medical record stickers – I was stocked.Most of those things are anachronisms now.In the mid-90s, I went from having a summer job as a filer to the next summer unfiling all the previous summer’s files and scanning them into a huge computer.
2010, for those of you not so familiar with the sci-fi genre, was Arthur C. Clarke’s sequel to his novel 2001. It also happens to be a 1984 movie starring the always intense Roy Scheider. Though not quite the hit its predecessor had been, 2010 wasn’t a total flop either.
I’m a patchouli lover.I think it’s kind of like coconut – there are the people who love it and the people who hate it.There are very few patchouli, or for that matter, coconut neutral individuals.Patchouli has a bad rap.So does coconut come to think of it, but that’s a different post for a different day.
I think the first time I celebrated Hanukkah was either in 1988 or 1989.When I inherited my fabulous stepmother, my father converted.One of the perks of having divorced parents was celebrating both December-falling, gift-giving holidays. At first, I was wary and to be honest, Hanukkah really is a horse of a different color.
I’ve always loved naming things – other people’s pets, imaginary companies, and now, my very own perfumes. When Elf-Fulfilling Prophecy came up, it was a case of name first, formula second. Sometimes you find an ingredient you love and other times, it’s the name.
I don’t like to play favorites, but I love this scent. I’ve always adored the smell of pine and the intense bite you get from it. As a kid, I loved the smell of the living room when it had a real tree in it. Even when you touched the trunk and got sap stuck to your fingers, it was a mess, but at least it smelled wonderful.