| Updated: 11/29/2004; 2:39:23 PM. |
| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather...
No good deed goes unpunished, says Naughty Bunny Would you release a rescued animal to run loose in your house? Hmm.
Dante’s Inferno Test – Impurity, Sin and Damnation Mike got to take this test today; he’s now damned to the Second Level of Hell. The test is now so doggone popular they had to move it to another server, and then take it down altogether! Nuts, I was really itching to take it, too! Did you get to take the test? To which special hell are you damned? I think I’m already there in that special hell, trapped in unemployed suburbia. Just wish I had a better name for it other than “Rayne’s Home and Garden”. Honey-Do List HIS Cut the grass Rake and spread grass seed on bare patches Buy and spread pre-emergent (late Sunday) Make tuteurs for garden Bird house – glue aluminum roofing, add hook for hanging, new entrance HERS Crafts Dye hats for Mom/Grandma and Aunt/Great-Aunt for Red Hat Society Craft store: trims for hats (Aunt – roses and ribbon; Mom – ribbon and beads) Trim hats after dying-blocking-drying Organize fabric craft boxes Garden Make tuteurs for garden – paint w/pickling stain Home Depot: rabbit fencing, (2) trellises for west side, tops for tuteurs Lay out garden plan Trim back geranium and water Plant alliums Replant raspberries, stake Replant chrysanthemums Prune rose bush Fertilize rose, irises, mums, strawberries, raspberries House Laundry and more laundry Mount garage organizer for scooters, skateboards Buy magazine organizers Organize magazines
RantsCounterRants: Hell hath no fury like a pharmaceutical company without a menopausal clientele This really chaps my chops. Look!! More drugs that don’t treat the underlying problem to replace the ones that didn’t treat the underlying problem but can’t be sold any longer!! Pure and utter bullsh*t. Research, my *ss. Drug companies are in the business to sell drugs -- not to solve problems. This “new and improved” method of treating menopausal symptoms in women with antidepressants is bad not just because it helps buoy revenues lost when doctors stopped prescribing HRT* drugs; it’s bad because it could work to perpetuate the myth that menopausal women aren’t mentally stable. I repeat: pure and utter bullsh*t. Let’s suppose for a moment a treatment for erectile dysfunction in men is a drug therapy for some forms of mental illness…how would Bob Dole feel about advertising a drug that treated both ED and severe depression? Particularly if the drug didn't treat the problem, only made the problem tolerable? I don’t think you’d see Dole's smiling face promoting Paxil as a treatment for ED. The crux here is that the underlying causes of menopausal discomfort are window-dressed, glossed over, not resolved. Drug companies aren’t making any real efforts to understand the root cause of hot flashes and irritability – they’re going to optimize sunk costs in drugs already developed in order to maximize shareholder value. Unadulterated crap. If more than half of the population of the But that would require real business ethics. *HRT = hormone replacement therapy REMINDER: THE MAY DAY PROJECT -- 10 MAY 2003
"The May Day Project is about collecting glimpses into people's lives through photographs. Whether they be self portraits, landscapes or macros, candid or posed, snapshots or something more creative - we want to see what your day was like So what does a Saturday in May look like through the eyes of Salon Bloggers? Aren't you curious? I am! More, please. Yeah, I’m an addict. I can’t function without a good cup of coffee. I’ve kept my addiction to a minimum, only requiring a single cup each day (although I’ve been known to pound a couple pots and I certainly wouldn’t turn down a pot right now.) My spouse bemoans my addiction. Hah! Give up your sweets, I say. Or forego that beer on a hot afternoon after cutting the grass or a round of golf. No, I’d never consider a 12-step program. It’s not as if my addiction causes people to remove themselves from my proximity and relocate to a place away from the stench of freshly brewed Kona. To the best of my knowledge, no one has gotten ill from exposure to second-hand coffee fumes. It’s a weekend day. Today, I let the java monkey on my back take the reins, do all the talking until he’s sated. Another tankard of this nutty elixir should do it.
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