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I posted the plaintive cry of Where did I put my book? a few hours ago, and garnered plenty of advice, much of it rather Zen in nature, although I felt much more like Sam Vimes reading Where's My Cow? to young Sam in the latest Discworld novel, Thud!, than any sort of Zen master, or even novice.
Where's my book?
Is this my book?
It upchucks on the carpet!
It is a cat!
No, that's not my book!
Where's my book?
Is this my book?
It smells very very strange!
It is a box of BPAL imps!
No, that's not my book!
Anyhoo, I'm sure that all of you have been desperate to know just exactly where I put my book, and in the interests of providing some dramatic tension, I shall LJ-cut the answer.
Where did I put my book?
On top of the computer CPU, which is on a little rack-thing under one wing of my desk, which means that anything placed on top of it is well and truly hidden unless you are sitting in the computer chair and rotate to just the right position.
And also to add some more wildly inappropriate dramatic tension to my Livejournal, the book I am currnetly reading is one of the ones I got from the library on Thursday, and I'm really enjoying it.
I shall leave it up to YOU to guess which one it is.
Where's my book?
Is this my book?
It upchucks on the carpet!
It is a cat!
No, that's not my book!
Where's my book?
Is this my book?
It smells very very strange!
It is a box of BPAL imps!
No, that's not my book!
Anyhoo, I'm sure that all of you have been desperate to know just exactly where I put my book, and in the interests of providing some dramatic tension, I shall LJ-cut the answer.
Where did I put my book?
On top of the computer CPU, which is on a little rack-thing under one wing of my desk, which means that anything placed on top of it is well and truly hidden unless you are sitting in the computer chair and rotate to just the right position.
And also to add some more wildly inappropriate dramatic tension to my Livejournal, the book I am currnetly reading is one of the ones I got from the library on Thursday, and I'm really enjoying it.
I shall leave it up to YOU to guess which one it is.

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But now I am giggling instead, because of your post. Thank you.
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BPALs are scents??? Thought it was something to do with manga or anime. Showing my age again.
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BPAL is the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (http://www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com/), the J. Peterman of perfumes. They make perfume oil blends whose catalog descriptions make you want to buy them. All of them. Now. They've got a really good viral-marketing scheme going, however, because you can purchase sample-size 1 mL vials of their scents and test them to see if you like them before you buy bottles. And of course, since due to things like skin chemistry, something that smells good in the vial may or may not work on your skin, you'll probably have a mostly-full test vial left over.
Which is where the fandom comes into play. People swap and sell these things constantly, to test however many they can and find out what sort of scents work on them, and there's some busy forums up on the BPAL website, and a couple of high-volume LJ communities. It's a lot of fun, and it's really interesting to see how scents work and don't work.
I've learned that my skin takes musk and transforms it into something that smells like something decomposing but takes myrrh and transforms it into soemthing wonderful, while
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*They call the test vials "imp's ears"
BPALs and LJ friending
This kinda relates to the friends survey you linked to in a later post - I have a VERY short friends list because I just can't take the time to read any more postings than I already do. I appreciate the way you use subjects, entry tags, and LJ cuts - it helps me limit my reading (especially when I am SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY SCHOOLWORK).
Re: BPALs and LJ friending
Heehee - I try to cut things that seem long just 'cause I hate scrolling and scrolling - prone to repetitive-stress injury - and I cut the BPAl reviews in part so that people who don't care don't have to read them, and in part because