Drugs and Cider

I don't have much exciting to report.

We went out with Ed and his sister Emily (who is visiting from Holland) a couple of times this weekend. While we were at Chamdo's, Emily used the washroom. When she came out, she asked if we had a junkie problem in Fairfax. Apparently, Dutch public washrooms have ultraviolet lights to discourage people from shooting up there. I guess you can't find veins under that type of lighting. Well, the answer is obviously no and it's a style issue rather than a practical one. It's just interesting to me that that was automatically her assumption.

If you're interested in the subject of Holland and drugs, Salon's feature artical today is about the whole issue. I'm going to try and refrain from climbing up on my soapbox and yelling about how fucked up and misguided America's drug war is. If you are under the impression that drugs are legal in Holland, you might want to read this and correct that notion.

OK, I think I've pushed it back into a bitter little ball now.

I finally saw Cider House Rules, and I liked it. I didn't find Charlize Theron's ass quite as interesting as Ed did, but then I'm a girl. I also didn't think that this represented a gratuitous use of her butt, but then it didn't distract me from the movie for any period of time either. In short, it's a good movie and it's worth seeing.

Currently stuck in my head: Problems.