See that big dip in the second line?
That's (mostly) meeeeee!
Uh-oh.
“Olfactarama” is down 131% according to Avery Gilbert’s “Smelly Web Index” (pictured).
Is it my reach? Is it my frequency? Is it because I posted on Tuesday, not Monday, last week? Did my huge drop bring the rest of you solo bloggers down with me? Sorry, y’all. Gonna go do hari-kiri now...watch for it on YouTube!
That should get the ratings up.
Besides, it’s got electrolytes!
Mecca Balsalm -- Why would I want to smell like campfire smoke? There’s already been an Ourzrate Oozerate Ozeraate arrrragh! You know. That stuff CDG makes that’s supposed to evoke a camel-dung campfire on a moonless Saharan night.
“Relocate.” What’s wrong with “move?” “Relocate” is corporatespeak.
“Yeah, the company’s relocating us to Detroit,” said Alicia, 36, with a sigh.
“Caleb and I are relocating to L.A. Right after we’re done with acting school!” squealed Morgan, 22.
Big difference. Huge.
Went to an Ulta store (what happened to the “3,” by the way?) the other day. Smelled some of the new releases. Without naming names, they were uniformly godawful. I noticed that several had life-size die-cut standup displays featuring the associated celebrity.
I’ve had these made. They’re insanely expensive. If you’re wondering why so many new fragrances smell like Tropical Punch Kool-Aid...here’s (part of) your answer!
The money has to come from somewhere, folks.
Sometimes I want to relocate move to, oh, I dunno...Easter Island.
I wonder if they have wi-fi there though.
Rochas “Mystere”. The mystery to me is why a 50 ml bottle of the EDP, albeit discontinued, was going for $187 on fleabay last week.
I have some. It’s a nice, nothing-special chypre. What is up with this?
“Big Love” fans...does anybody else think it’s turning into a silly soap? The pinnacle was last night’s show, featuring Bill playing a game of ball-on-a-pole with Margene’s new faux-husband himbo, a’ la the wrestling scene in “Women in Love,” Salt Lake City suburb style. Barb stands on the sidelines, mouth hanging open as usual.
Mine was, too, but for an entirely different reason.
Grasshoppah. What is the sound of one shark jumping?
Bill Maher is back, though, thank you God! With a suspicious lack of fanfare on the part of HBO.
I guess he didn’t pull in the big numbers last year.
Uh-oh.
