orsoemthinglikethat mcdougall I need another drink Whiskey on the rocks, I should buy stock. I’d be rich. Drinking my profits, drowning in bliss, oblivious to my troubles. Hammered. I make my ice in plastic ice trays. It’s starting to make me paranoid. All this talk about the harmful chemicals in plastics, it’s starting to make me want to pull my pie pan out, fill it with water and freeze it while I figure out how to recycle the odd shaped #2 plastics that are slowly returning to room temperature for the first time since I got them. Can I put these things in with my bottles and milk jugs? Or do I need to through them in with the, hold on the drink is calling (ah). Through them in with the plastics I have to take to the Eastside Co-op, which is the only place in town that takes number 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6. do you realize how many 5 and 6 recyclable plastics are out there. The lid to your to-go coffee, the yogurt container and it’s lid the apple sauce single serving lunch cup, the container your strawberries came in the microwave safe to-go container from Lunds & Byerly's. Sorry about the rant, but the worst part is that they have to be completely void of food particles, completely clean. I do the recycling for my personal plastic disposal, as my duty as a responsible human, but my sense of responsibility has recently overflowed my personal waste management needs and has began pooling into my place of employments green initiative. I have now set up bins for plastic recycling complete with signage stating instructions to clean and sort into the correct bins, but of course a majority of my coworkers, while conscious enough to dispose of plastics in the bins, are not aware enough or just don’t care enough to clean or correctly sort their plastics. I must say it makes me giddy, like a kid on Halloween night, when I find glass bottles dripping their sticky smelly dredge all over the few plastic containers that were per-cleaned in their designated bins. Whoa, tangent. Drink time, excuse me… where was I? I bet that ice in the pie pan is nearly frozen. Just like the ground outside, when is it going to really snow here? This time last year I bet there was a foot on the ground, now maybe an inch. I love snow, and the transition into winter. From fall to winter is just as beautiful and in my opinion more beautiful that spring to summer. Having spent too many summers in blistering heat and humidity, I developed a beef with summer. I’m very happy to be where I am, in reference to climate. Shit, transition from subject to subject when rambling without direction and without paragraph change after drinking a bit can be awkward. Perhaps I shouldn’t be aimlessly producing sentences with no relevance to a subject and little to no meaning whatsoever whilst I partake in such a lovely of beverages. But why would deny you the reader, my reader, of such entertainment? It would be unfair, and cruel. Well maybe cruel is an overstatement. I have a Christmas tree up now; I’m feeling very festive, yet I feel a trip south is eminent. Although this doesn’t hinder my festiveness I think the time away from “home” has been too much, and a holiday without the temperate weather of my past, and my friends, would be a waste of a perfectly good holiday. 081202 what's it to you? who go blather from