Buffistas provide mindless activity on a day blighted by a new cold. Dabbit. The polish box is here! There was one wee leak, contained by the bubble wrap sleeve and zip bag. That bottle has been cleaned up, bottle neck, cap interior, and all. Almost all the polish is still in the bottle and still in good shape, so back in the box it goes. Remember to tighten down those caps before the tape goes on the box.

I am at present wearing four colors as bases and three as glazes--the most polish I've had on my nails for about six months. I've culled my own bins and added the culls to the box, and will be testing the rest of my choices in daylight tomorrow. A welcome undemanding pleasure between committments, so thank you, Buffistas!

Can somebody point me to the list, so I know who to send it out to on Monday?

Hey, I just wanted to say a quick thank you to my Buffistas who got me through this night a year ago, with special thanks to Cass, who texted me updates from the Japanese streaming news all night when my internet data limits gave out.

19,000 died and there are still 344,000 in temporary housing. [link]

Cass,

I'm with you. I think people have forgotten how fucking terrible these diseases were in the first damn place. When polio comes back, then (and perhaps only then) will people finally get a fucking clue.

I have begun yelling at my tv on a daily basis. I think I'm going to need to take a mental health break from politics for a few weeks or I will not make it to the Fall conventions.

Liese,

I have been thinking about this terrible anniversary all day.

As bad as events at Fukushima Daiichi were, I feel like the focus on it kept the rest of the world from really understanding the size of human tragedy.

I think you have a point. I have been trying to keep up with news as best I can, but it seems the better English language reporting about the incident has been recent (last few months).

And now I feel all gauche and irrelevant. I'm so sorry, Liese. I know how hard this disaster was for you to witness and process. It's never comprehensive enough or fast enough, but I am grateful for any improvement and alleviation of conditions, even as I am frustrated and helpless at how slowly things are being resolved.

Oh, Jess, I hope it's not German Measles! Though at least you're not pregnant? It's awful then. And I think I also heard that Amanda Peet PSA and was surprised and happy.

hugs to you, Liese. I know what a hard anniversary it must be for you.

I kind of would like Robyn Hitchcock's "Where Do You Go When You Die" played at my funeral, but it might be upsetting for those attending, as the answer to the title question is "nowhere."

Or maybe Talking Head's "Heaven"

Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens

It's actually a very pretty song.