One other thing. I just took this picture, but you see that blue can in the upper right-hand corner? It looks like Miller Lite, right? Whatever it is, I can't find it anywhere in my basement. Seriously, I just spent 10 minutes down there and it's freaking me out.
After a weekend at the certifiably carbon-neutral Sasquatch! Festival, I'm going to bring home more green than just the stain on my ass. I'm inspired, and I'm cleaning up my act. I'm not using paper towels to dry my hands after I go to the bathroom (I may even give up excessive washing, a habit I also picked up at The Gorge this weekend), I'm not driving to Bellevue for my haircut, and, most importantly, when I enjoy a tasty bucket of the Colonel's extra-crispy chicken, I'm not kicking the receptacle to a landfill. This time, I'm using little bucket in the basement, where "rock and roll" and beers are often consumed with vigor. We needed a waste basket. We got a bucket. It doesn't end here. There are literally millions of ways to reuse a bucket from KFC. And I crave this chicken fortnightly.