Saturday was St. Patty’s Day, and we had a very traditional Irish celebration – Josh, Shan, Ed and I went to an environmental trade show and ate sushi. Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh, indeed.

I ordered a whole bunch of new makeup online, and it arrived today. Hello, pretty sparkly things! I know I really need to do laundry tonight, but I’m very tempted to blow it off so I can paint myself up like a clown and dance around the house naked. I don’t think I’ll be able to get away with it though, since that’s pretty much the same excuse I’ve used for the last two weeks to get out of doing laundry. The situation is beyond critical – we’re at laundry terror level alert neon orange with subtle red-gold highlights and a pearlescent finish. It’s *bad*. Eight double loads bad. I knew those 65 pairs of underwear would come in handy!

My eye herpes is spreading but fading. We took some more pictures over the weekend after noting that the dot was now an elongated smear of disease and horror – check my Flickr page if you really have a thing for eyeballs. I’ve almost gotten used to having a disgusting spot right next to my iris, but I’ll be very glad when the whole damn thing goes away. It doesn’t hurt or anything, and it’s not all that noticeable to anyone except me – but when you spend as much time gazing at your reflection as I do, you’re bound to notice every little imperfection in your otherwise stunning visage.

*snort*

Epic Vancouver was interesting but wee. There weren’t as many booths as I would have thought, but those that were there were very interesting. I drooled (quite literally, how embarrassing for me) all over the clothes and bed linens made of bamboo and fervently wished I was some sort of grandiose billionaire so I could afford to buy them all. There were displays of electric bikes and scooters, and some hybrid cars although it was odd to see SUVs at an environmentally friendly show. I sat in a Smart, and it pretty much changed my opinion of them (as did learning the price point starts a good $20k below where I thought it did). I do lust over the Smart Cabriolet quite a lot, but we have absolutely no need for a second car of any kind so it’ll have to wait until a) I am not so desperately poor and b) we actually NEED additional wheels. In the meantime, I will continue to wait for the rain to fuck right off already, and be delighted with Sally when spring finally comes.

It really sucks that I need to be in a whole new tax bracket to be environmentally friendly to the level I would like. We do a lot with what we can – recycle everything in sight, wash things in cold water, use public transit and carpool, get our groceries in reusable sacks and refuse plastic bags, swap out light bulbs for energy efficient ones, flash people the peace sign whenever possible – but I still feel a lot of guilt sometimes for the things I’m not doing, like composting or being vegan or living in a tree. Then there’s the sheer consumeristic lust – I want everything I own to be made of bamboo or hemp or organic cotton plucked from ethical fields by the United Nations and spun into fibre by transgendered mulatto eco-feminist pixies because not only is it the softest damn material I’ve ever felt, it’s the green and friendly thing to do. It’s just so damned EXPENSIVE though, and I simply can’t afford to spend $200 on bed sheets even though they’ll supposedly fund a goat and a well and the schooling of 17 adorable orphans. I want to, but I just don’t have that kind of money – so I have to make due with my tattered cotton sheets that were made by hungry children making $0.03 a day in a filthy sweatshop, belched out by a toxic smoke stack that poisoned three villages and killed off 9 different species of unicorn and were purchased from a Walmart that caused the closure of 15 locally-owned businesses including the dealership from which I bought my Hummer.

The planet is dying, and it’s all my damn fault.