she sucks the shells off skittles

so much free time these past few days, but so little motivation... to exercise. to blog. to do anything, really. piddly cleaning, imaginary errands, and crap TV have filled the bloated minutes. i have watched my partner dissolve into his new iToy and i watched betty white's new show - hot in cleveland - the pilot was really good. hope to see more betty-heavy episodes to come.

it isn't often that the daily news truly affects and infiltrates my mind, but even thinking about the oil spill puts my stomach in knots. when i first heard of it - 70 fucking days ago - i feared it was going to be the ugliest thing this country has ever done to the planet, and it's turning out to be true. at first, the idea that this shit could be pouring into the gulf until august seemed impossible. now it is a certainty. at first, BP lied by claiming only 1,000 barrels were leaking a day. currently, we are accepting the lie that it is closer to 60,000 barrels, which means it is likely over 200,000 barrels in reality.

the scale of this disaster is beyond any coherent analogy, with news anchors claiming the oil slick is either the size of rhode island or alaska. whichever turns out to be true, this is going to destroy the region for years. one of the sickest little twists to this nightmare is how BP bought up the google search terms so that when you google "BP oil spill" or any variation of the terms, you get no useful results. as though there is no leak.