Like everyone else in the USA, I am presently bustling, rustling, hustling... and trying to dig out from under mounds of email (as well as real-life junk mail), Mr Daisy's comics and kitty detritus, to prepare for the holiday week coming up.
How is everything with you?

Visit the Greenville Greens page on Facebook! And if you are in Greenville County, vote for me! (Don't worry, I'll be reminding you at least a million times before the election.)


Is Adoption a Feminist Issue? (AdoptionTalk)
Pharmaceutical Giant Paid $500,000 to Psychiatrist Who Used Chicago's Poor as Guinea Pigs (AlterNet)
New Study Shows Women Still Underrepresented in Leadership Roles (ACS Blog)
Regarding that last point... I repeat, vote for me!

Very happy and very pleased. :)
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And now, our musical accompaniment for this post.
I was gonna use the following video for Tuesday's alcoholism post, and then decided it was too irreverent... I went with Hank Williams instead. Today, feeling a bit irreverent, which I once again blame on Frank Zappa's ghost (listened to Frank on Friday, of course!)... thus, I now freely offer this irreverent look at junkiedom.
Observations:
1) Why on earth didn't they give Slash the Nobel prize for playing like that?
2) Axl appears rather fried, thus illustrating his familiarity with the subject matter.
3) I love when substances take "human" form; i.e. John Barleycorn, Mary Jane, Mr Brownstone, etc. (On a rather Calvinist note, this particular personification always reminds me of the Devil card in the Rider-Waite tarot deck, with the chains on the humans.)
This is live from 1988, a bit of nostalgia for you metal-heads.
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Guns N' Roses - Mr Brownstone