Special Guest Wednesday

This week, I'm proud to feature Kyah Girl.

Kyah Girl defines Perfumista.
PERFUMISTA, n. per-fume-east-ah

One possessed of a passion for all things scented. The perfumista is neither female, nor male, young nor old.

The perfumista studies the art and science of fragrance and devotes themselves to learning notes and ingredients as well as fragrance history and lore. The typical human senses odor via the cluster of receptors at the back of the nose that connect directly to the brain. This way, scent is perceived before the brain has received a signal from the nervous system. Part of our inborn survival mechanism. The perfumista perceives scents as usual but the perceptions are accompanied by a jolt of pure sensation, usually pleasure.

From the scent of grasses and woods to flowers, synthetic and natural oils, animal, mineral, and aqueous; all fragrances are of interest to the perfumista. Yes, even things that smell bad!

Most commonly, the perfumistas congregate in virtual communities to share their knowledge and to share their joy in scent. Many perfumistas maintain educational blogs in order to share their knowledge.

Perfumistas are known to periodically congregate in large cities for an event known as a 'Sniffapalooza', an orgy of fragrance exploration.

About Kyah Girl: Kyah girl writes Mother Hen's Place in which she recently surveyed blog posts about bowel movements, recounted her dog, Casper's urination habits, and reviewed her daughter's tonsilectomy. Clearly, this is a woman with range. Oh, and before that she "revealed" the contents of her handbag. Yeah, right. Nary a stray mento.

She's a wife, mother of two, mistress to Casper The Friendly Dog and a friend of Logo and Mireille (a FOLM) with whom she shares an interest in perfume. A Canadian but not noticeably a communist, she blogs as a means of staying in touch with friends around the world, by which I mean in the U.S. (there are friends in the U.K., Australia and New Zealand as well.) Her posts are humorous and interesting and Kyah Girl's worth getting to know. Kyah Girl took her blogname from Kyah, a beloved dog who passed away not long before Kyah Girl started blogging. That was all I needed to know to call Kyah Girl friend..

How to be a future guest on this site: Just send an email to dpascover at mac dot com. On a future Wednesday, after posting that week's guest, I'll send you an email with a word to define. You'll be expected to return your definition along with a graphic representing either your definition or yourself by the following Saturday. The only rules are no profanity and no novels, please. And whatever I make up at the last minute.

Kleptomaniac

KLEPTOMANIAC, n. A rich thief.

2006 Update: A revealed member of the tribe of Adam.

Genesis

GENESIS, n. The first of the five sacred books written by Moses. The evidence of that great man's authorship of this book and four others is of the most convincing character: he never disavowed them.

2006 Update: An infallible account of falsehood, flaw, frailty and the fall.


Two announcements: Our favorite political cartoonist, Dead Guy, was interviewed by a local news channel. See the segment on his site. It turns out he's the spitting image of Richard Nixon, which explains the masks he sometimes wears during the interview.
Second, my new friend and fellow Bierce imitator, O'Ceallaigh, has a new blog with links to his sites: O Ceallaigh's Felloffatruck Publications. The nice thing about imitating Bierce is you save a lot on sequins vis-a-vis Elvis. U-huh-huh.

A Roman Peace

Story #39, in which Rome learns anger management.

To hear the story, enter the Colosseum








To read the story, salute those who are about to die.

Enthusiasm

ENTHUSIASM, n. A distemper of youth, curable by small doses of repentance in connection with outward applications of experience. Byron, who recovered long enough to call it "entuzymuzy," had a relapse which carried him off to missolonghi.

2006 Update: A nervous disorder causing headaches, toothaches, dysthymia, dyspepsia, aging, autism, anxiety and aggravated assault in the afflicted's afflicted.

Happy 7th of April to The Belle of The Brawl

Pagan

PAGAN, n. A benighted person who prefers home-made deities and indigenous religious rites.

2006 Update: A McWiccan.

Extra! Extra! Announcement having nothing to do with the definitions above, I'm fairly sure: Our pal, Pia, was the subject of a newspaper article about her extraordinary website. The article is here.

Special Guest Wednesday

This week it's my pleasure to introduce Jodes who I asked to define Domestic.

DOMESTIC, n. A person that works at home as a Mother or wife, cooks cleans, takes care of the family.

My version for me does all those things too, but not in your typical manner, I guess I am the lazy domestic.........I cook and clean, but only when the mood strikes me. I would rather, play outside or watch movies.

Domestic...............Well I use to think that I was domestic. I wanted to be the stay at home Mom and bake cookies and drive to ball practice and watch Oprah and have dinner ready every night at the same time. However when I really was staying at home and taking care of the kiddo's this never happened. I hated sitting around all day, I was always doing something or going somewhere. I was busier staying at home than I was working.

I work now and dinner consists of Hot dogs or grilled cheese a lot. The hubby works late, so why should I bust my @$$ and cook all that food for a 9 year old that will probably complain and a 2 year old that will either eat anything or jump up from the table and make you chase him with a freaking spoonful of food.

I am so not your "typical" domestic woman unless you consider eating in the living room and watching TV every night from 7 to 10 and sleeping in till 6:30 on Saturday and Sunday. Yeah I know that is not really sleeping in, but it is to me, I get up at 4:45 to go to work. I love taking care of my boys and the hubby, but I am so not gonna be that 1950's Mom!!! I have a job I love and I am on a mission to get out the word about Breast Cancer and am currently training for the 3 day walk.

About Jodes: In a house by the beach, with Hotel California playing in the background, dolphins swimming nearby looking for their chance to help and be petted and I just betcha crab dip in a bowl on the counter, there lives a family of four contented and cheerful souls. Two boys, their mom and dad drift through the good life but this family had a secret. Not so much anymore. Momma Jodes blogs.

Jodie writes with the excitement of someone who remembers every day at posting time things she's grateful for. Features on her site include book reviews of detective fiction and thrillers, and she is a member of the pernicious Half-Naked Thursday (HNT) crowd. In her August archive you can join Jodes in the joys of moving, and also explore the blogosphere when it was new. And in September, you can get to know Jodes better in her 101 things post. Thanks to Jodes for letting us into the house by the ocean.

How to be a Wednesday Guest: OK, l've been taking pledges for KPCC, the Pasadena NPR station, so instead of another threat, I'm whining.

You come to this site daily, even on Wednesdays and Saturdays when the posts are long. What gives you value here? What brings you here everyday? You do, the Waking Ambrose audience. Without you, this site is just a bunch of electrons with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Ask Jodes from Southern California. She gets it. She realized that without her input, people would come here to find a witless, useless thing. We take all clean contributions. Maybe you have the vocabulary of a five-year-old. Maybe you have a PhD in Medievel Semiotics. The point is you make this site work and we take contributions in any denomination. Think you're too REFINED? Too Patriotic? Too Halal? Too poetic to appear on this site? That's ok. The point is, we need you, the reader, and we'll settle for whatever you got. Email me at dpascover at mac dot com and if you email right now one of our generous members will match your pledge with four satirical definitions. It's all up to you. Thank you for being a reader and for your generous contribution.

Applause

APPLAUSE, n. The echo of a platitude.

2006 Update: An appreciation of talent using the hands when the feet are blocked.

Happy Birthday to Shayna, I've been on your porch since midnight. I could use a sandwich.

Rank

RANK, n. Relative elevation in the scale of human worth.

He held at court a rank so high
That other noblemen asked why.
"Because," 'twas answered, "others lack
His skill to scratch the royal back."
—Aramis Jukes

2006 Update: A measure of the deference and attention allocated by investigators, journalists and thieves.

Big News: Longtime readers will remember a Wednesday guest, Julie from Julie Goes to Hollywood, an aspiring screenwriter. Julie has transitioned to Screenwriter under contract to Universal. Congratulations to her. Hopefully her blog will let us know the title of her upcoming film so we can all go to it and tell the stranger next to us "I knew her when she was nuthin'!"

Waking Ambrose

Story #38, how it all began.


To hear the story, say howdy to Doug







To read the story, salute Señor Bierce.

HEADLINE: IDENTITY CRISIS DEEPENS
Santa Clarita, California April 1, 2006
A lonely blogger in this dusty desert hamlet of 150,000 souls added a weekly column to Prattle, to be written on contemporary issues in an imitation of Ambrose Bierce's sinister style. Doug Pascover has spent the last of the best years of his life imitating Bierce's lexicography but reports feelings of guilt and inadequacy after reading on the website of The Ambrose Bierce Appreciation Society that he had revived Bierce's column, Prattle, when he knew he had only plagiarized the title. The introductory column can be found on Prattle on the page listed as "The Prattler." Future columns are intended to appear on Saturday, the day The Wasp, the weekly for which Bierce's column appeared in the 1880s and 90s was published. Mr. Pascover's dogs, Willie and Walela ask that you pray for his self-recollection.