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…without damaging eternity.”

Was that Thoreau? I always liked it…

Dude (yes, I am from California, I use the word dude naturally and without sarcasm), I have so totally got to do something about myself. Seriously. When Boss Lady, Jr., asked me why I don’t give customers straws, I went on some rant (without taking one breath) about how straws are made of plastic which comes from oil which people kill innocent babies over. When Eerie Aaron gave me a cd in an unbleached corn-based cd slip case today, I brought up how we grow genetically-modified, heavily pesticided plants in what used to be the rainforest homes of orangutans (who are on their way out, my friends) to make biofuel and take-out packaging while plently of decent people starve.

Kind of sweet that I care (and think) so damn much about Iraqi babies, Orangutans, and starving Africans, huh? Kind of crazy, too… Two people in the past two days have asked me if I thought I was losing my mind. One of them might have been joking, one of them certainly was not.

But a little bit of crazy goes a long, long way. And I plan on it.

I just saved the world a few pieces of paper a week.

It all started when I read the fine print on one of the many letters I’ve received offering to put me in debt indefinitely (at very competitive rates!) to some corporation that also sells biological weapons to totalitarian regimes who use them against innocent children and ended just moments ago at this website, where I filled out a painless little form and submitted it electronically to get my name (and social insecurity number) out of their filthy hands for five years.

Actually, it continues. It will end when they receive another form I took the trouble (and forty some odd cents) to print and post, securing my freedom from prescreened offers of credit forever.

Forever is a very long time.  I hope I don’t need dirty money anytime soon…