I know that the bauxite mining companies in Jamaica blatantly flout the environmental laws, being as much as 50 years overdue on rehabilitating land that they've scoured. The laws have no effect on them--but something must. I mean, something external. I remain adamantly too naive to believe they're in such control of their worlds that they can fuck up my mother's home town and no one can make them even pay lip service to redressing the damage.

Now, I'm not saying that anyone cares to do it--just that there must be someone outside the company who can. If not investors, then who? Purchasers?

Anyway--just because the investors are separate from the grant-endowing people doesn't mean they still can't try to make a better world with their money. There's only so excited I can get about a charity that invests in ruining health and land. Not that they care, but I am also adamantly of the naive belief that charities and grant-givers should care.

Separate, as is its due:

Requested: Gin gimlet, straight up.

Received: 1) News that they didn't serve gin. 2) Vodka straight up. 3) Vodka with homemade lime syrup (with freshly squeezed lime) straight up.

Conclusion: Tasty! The rest of the table promptly ordered their own gimlets. Just lightly sweet, nice and juicy.

This would be the bar of Il Moro on Olympic in West LA.

And wow, this makes me seem like quite the lush. Well, I promise no gimlets tomorrow. It's just that people keep inviting me to dinner, and my migraines are concentrated early in the day.

Isn't Moro a bad word? Or is that Morro?

Gah. I'm going to go back to bed and try to sleep this time. Otherwise I'll get nothing done tomorrow. Wish me sleep~ma, Buffistas!

and dream of large women

Skipping (hello, new thread!) and ignoring ongoing conversations in order to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Miracleman's birthday. Happy birthday, MM! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Hippo Birdies, MM!

I know that either Moro or Morro means Moor. Hmmm.

I started using a pill dispenser when I started taking a daily prescription pill and then had trouble remembering if I'd taken it first thing in the morning or not. Now I can look in the compartment and reassure myself that through the fog of lifting sleepiness I remembered or not.

The supplements aren't nearly as important, but it's nice to take them on a regular basis all the same.

Just as long as I remember to fill up the pill dispenser when I'm actually conscious. There's the real trick....

Happy Birthday to MM! May it be a year of prosperity, health, happiness, stripey tights, and candy bras!

HBD, MM!!

So, I didn't fall into my usual trap of sleeping way too late on Sunday morning, setting myself up for a bad beginning of the work week, but there was no reason whatsoever for me to wake up at 8!

I bought a brand new wardrobe right before I got pregnant, the first time.

Well, there is definitely this aspect. I did just buy a new wardrobe to fit. Not tops so much as pants and skirts. And now it's all packed away in rubbermaid tubs marked skinny clothes.

I really need to replace the floor covering in the dining room.

sarameg, to me, this screams out, Whitemarsh Ikea!

I'm all congested today with a sore throat. I don't wanna be sick! I wanna feel not so sore-throaty with the weird demi-moore-voice.