It has been so long I forgot what a ripe bud looked like. Love this weather You must be killing it. Aloha DB
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Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.
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You ain't Seen Nothing Yet....
You ain't Seen Nothing Yet....
OK... don't Gloat......
Sorry, I gotta! Welcome to Hawaii, the most confused State in the nation.....
Houston, we have a problem.
Just for the record, Hawaii State Govenment doesn't have the best record when it comes to little things like software, and computers, just ask the 32 million dollar boondoggle called the Hawaii Heath Connector. Well, I think the same company that ran that clusterfuck also is wrote the code for the Department of Health's MMJ on line acceptance program..... Which at the monent, lies crashed, along with many potential dispensary owners dreams....
Story time.....
The deadline for acceptance WAS Jan 29th. You were suppose to put the application in electronically, and get a number that you write on your $5,000 unrefundible deposit check, thus letting the DOH know who paid what. What could go wrong?
This is Hawaii! Wait and see. The DOH computer crashed. Big time. Think it's still down. More than half of the participants in this game were left out, not making the deadline because they could NOT put their application in..... because the BOH could not accept them. Who would have thought Friday, when everyone goes home for the weekend, would not have been a good time for the deadline?
Get's better.
George Orwill wrote that all pigs are equal, but some pigs are more equal than others? Same thing with dispensaries. Some of the "chosen few", failed to get their paperwork in time, due to this little SNAFU. If my paperwork was in I would argue that I managed to do it in time early, if others didn't..... too damn bad. Not my fault the State doesn't know how to run a computer.
If my paperwork was lost in the system..... I'd argue the State fucked up and I should not be held responsible. Notice that in either argument the State at fault. And that will probably be the first issue brought up at the trial.
Overall Maui has 8-10 applicants. O'ahu has more like 30. Kauai and Hawaii I wasn't watching, but it didn't look like there is much there.
See what I mean by tar baby? Look at this the wrong way and you get dirty. Touch it, and it only comes off with gasoline.
Hello Act one, Scene one.....
You ain't Seen Nothing Yet....
OK... don't Gloat......
Sorry, I gotta! Welcome to Hawaii, the most confused State in the nation.....
Houston, we have a problem.
Just for the record, Hawaii State Govenment doesn't have the best record when it comes to little things like software, and computers, just ask the 32 million dollar boondoggle called the Hawaii Heath Connector. Well, I think the same company that ran that clusterfuck also is wrote the code for the Department of Health's MMJ on line acceptance program..... Which at the monent, lies crashed, along with many potential dispensary owners dreams....
Story time.....
The deadline for acceptance WAS Jan 29th. You were suppose to put the application in electronically, and get a number that you write on your $5,000 unrefundible deposit check, thus letting the DOH know who paid what. What could go wrong?
This is Hawaii! Wait and see. The DOH computer crashed. Big time. Think it's still down. More than half of the participants in this game were left out, not making the deadline because they could NOT put their application in..... because the BOH could not accept them. Who would have thought Friday, when everyone goes home for the weekend, would not have been a good time for the deadline?
Get's better.
George Orwill wrote that all pigs are equal, but some pigs are more equal than others? Same thing with dispensaries. Some of the "chosen few", failed to get their paperwork in time, due to this little SNAFU. If my paperwork was in I would argue that I managed to do it in time early, if others didn't..... too damn bad. Not my fault the State doesn't know how to run a computer.
If my paperwork was lost in the system..... I'd argue the State fucked up and I should not be held responsible. Notice that in either argument the State at fault. And that will probably be the first issue brought up at the trial.
Overall Maui has 8-10 applicants. O'ahu has more like 30. Kauai and Hawaii I wasn't watching, but it didn't look like there is much there.
See what I mean by tar baby? Look at this the wrong way and you get dirty. Touch it, and it only comes off with gasoline.
Hello Act one, Scene one.....
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What a shit show lol.
Cant say I'm surprised, unless someone hacked the system to try and shut out the competition. This ought to get interesting.
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Well put with the George Orwell quote oldhaole, ha ha. The show just keeps getting better with this whole thing, lol.
And nice looking winter plants there Dirtboy
And nice looking winter plants there Dirtboy
They put all the names of the applicants in the paper and our local realtor didn't think they would lol You guys get Weed by Woody How the plants OH I'm on round 2 and loving the weather. Aloha DB
Great weather
Maui Dog day 54
Molokai Skunk Sativa
same seedlot that produced the father of the skunkdog...
this line is where the skunkdog gets her funk from
i should take some bloodxdurban pictures she's got a nice double serration thing going on....
Maui Dog day 54
Molokai Skunk Sativa
same seedlot that produced the father of the skunkdog...
this line is where the skunkdog gets her funk from
i should take some bloodxdurban pictures she's got a nice double serration thing going on....
Yea DB, life is tough, ain't it?
Every once in a while life chucks you a bone. Usually it's just that. A bone. If your lucky, or you get there first, there may be a bit of gristle involved, and conditioned as we are, we actually pat ourselves on the back, telling each other about what a good job we did.... as we go to sleep hungry.
Then, one morning, you awake to a different sound. Instead of the hollow clatter of another meatless bone hitting the floor, you hear a different sound, a wetter noise, more of a plop. "WTF?' you say as you poke your head out of your hole "Something sure smells good". And there it is. Sitting in front of you. smiling.....
A steak.
Not a bone, no, you got a steak. A steak, for those of you that might have forgotten, consists of a bone WRAPPED in meat!!!! And this ain't just any steak either! It's a Porterhouse, cooked to perfection! Then there is a plop. Then another, then two more, then at the same time it dawns on you that you won't be having to worry about dinner in the near future. Nor will your friends, everybody's gonna eat tonight!
Here we are, the middle of Winter, and the first cold front has just passed over us. That's right, the first. Not the fifth, or sixth, but the first. Less than an inch of rain, a little more as you head North, but overall....not much. We had plenty of warning, so everything is tied up, awaiting the wind that never came. It's cold. Already in the 40's, and gonna fall another few degrees before the sun rises. Other than that the next week looks to be dry as the last few.
This has been an exceptional start to the year for me as well. No limits, no rain, all sun, I've always wondered what could be done this time of year, if everything was perfect. Never got the chance, because Winter was always junk. Now I know. Should this pace be kept up, along with the weather, records will fall.
The garden is still in it's Winter configuration. As you can see in this picture the afternoon sun has yet to reach the planters on the right. With each passing day this picture changes. As the plants on the left are taken, these holes will gradually fall into shadow. As they do, the right side opens itself toward full sun. For the next six months any new plant goes on the soon to be sunny right side.
And, like every year, everything you see has a shelf life. Come April Fools Day, it'll all be gone. Probably replanted with what I have yet to even begin to think about. Most likely a lot of these.
Yea, I know, you've seen that before. Yes and no. That's a different clone of the same Skunkdog plant you've been seeing in the same damn hole for like five years now! If it ain't broke, you sure as hell don't want to fix it! Now leave me alone about my lack of originality.
To be honest. I don't really have anything mature to show you. The new system of planting everything together means my next take is three weeks out. Great if it wants to rain for the first time in six weeks, but shitty if you need pics of mature flowers to show. So Casper provided these gratuitous Sour Kush flower shots.
Grey dropped by. That Maui Dog is old school. Looks great, and is surprisingly resistant to WPM and all the other crap that plagues other OG strains. Gonna have to play with that one.
With a far dryer period coming up it will be possible to change the line up. That'll happen in April.
So DB... at the moment, it's raining steak! Look outside, I bet it's raining steak there too! Enjoy it while it lasts. Because one thing I promise you.....
It won't last forever.
Every once in a while life chucks you a bone. Usually it's just that. A bone. If your lucky, or you get there first, there may be a bit of gristle involved, and conditioned as we are, we actually pat ourselves on the back, telling each other about what a good job we did.... as we go to sleep hungry.
Then, one morning, you awake to a different sound. Instead of the hollow clatter of another meatless bone hitting the floor, you hear a different sound, a wetter noise, more of a plop. "WTF?' you say as you poke your head out of your hole "Something sure smells good". And there it is. Sitting in front of you. smiling.....
A steak.
Not a bone, no, you got a steak. A steak, for those of you that might have forgotten, consists of a bone WRAPPED in meat!!!! And this ain't just any steak either! It's a Porterhouse, cooked to perfection! Then there is a plop. Then another, then two more, then at the same time it dawns on you that you won't be having to worry about dinner in the near future. Nor will your friends, everybody's gonna eat tonight!
Here we are, the middle of Winter, and the first cold front has just passed over us. That's right, the first. Not the fifth, or sixth, but the first. Less than an inch of rain, a little more as you head North, but overall....not much. We had plenty of warning, so everything is tied up, awaiting the wind that never came. It's cold. Already in the 40's, and gonna fall another few degrees before the sun rises. Other than that the next week looks to be dry as the last few.
This has been an exceptional start to the year for me as well. No limits, no rain, all sun, I've always wondered what could be done this time of year, if everything was perfect. Never got the chance, because Winter was always junk. Now I know. Should this pace be kept up, along with the weather, records will fall.
The garden is still in it's Winter configuration. As you can see in this picture the afternoon sun has yet to reach the planters on the right. With each passing day this picture changes. As the plants on the left are taken, these holes will gradually fall into shadow. As they do, the right side opens itself toward full sun. For the next six months any new plant goes on the soon to be sunny right side.
And, like every year, everything you see has a shelf life. Come April Fools Day, it'll all be gone. Probably replanted with what I have yet to even begin to think about. Most likely a lot of these.
Yea, I know, you've seen that before. Yes and no. That's a different clone of the same Skunkdog plant you've been seeing in the same damn hole for like five years now! If it ain't broke, you sure as hell don't want to fix it! Now leave me alone about my lack of originality.
To be honest. I don't really have anything mature to show you. The new system of planting everything together means my next take is three weeks out. Great if it wants to rain for the first time in six weeks, but shitty if you need pics of mature flowers to show. So Casper provided these gratuitous Sour Kush flower shots.
Grey dropped by. That Maui Dog is old school. Looks great, and is surprisingly resistant to WPM and all the other crap that plagues other OG strains. Gonna have to play with that one.
With a far dryer period coming up it will be possible to change the line up. That'll happen in April.
So DB... at the moment, it's raining steak! Look outside, I bet it's raining steak there too! Enjoy it while it lasts. Because one thing I promise you.....
It won't last forever.
Steaks for the big wave boys too. The water hauling trucks are busy already and it is going to get dryer. Aloha DB
Ofcoarse harvest falls on the Eddie.
looking forward to giving you a high five today or tomorrow
gonna bust out the first batch of Dog so we can break it down
One Down.....Israel's Son
One Down.....Israel's Son
Look. These things can go kinda streaky. Sometimes everything you do turns to shit, other times it's all roses. All you can do is ride it out until the worm turns.
Yes, you can help the worm to turn. You simply study the worms actions, until after a few times patterns appear. It may cost you for awhile, this study of worms, but sooner or later, that worm will turn. But ya gotta be patient. So patient that your fingerprints have been long covered when they start looking for suspects.
You remember our little rip offs? Baby Huey and Sidekick? Score one for the good guys, I doubt Sidekick will be back..... Red got him good. Brindy too.
Hate is what I feel for you,
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You're late for the execution...
If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead.
I don't know how this was suppose to work. Either, Sidekick showed a big old streak of initiative and dumped Baby Huey, or Baby Huey knew his slow ass was gonna be no help whatsoever so he sent Sidekick to do the job all by his lonesome. Either way, we had a few surprises waiting for good old Sidekick..... and even one for yours truly.
First off running the gulch as one big trip instead of two separate trips worked out better. Everything has to be done about the same time, so today's job was tying everything up after yesterdays wind and rain. My girl, Red, always follows, then finds a place to kick back while I'm working.
Start on the bottom and work my way up. It took a couple of hours. As I'm sitting on the ground cutting strings for the top terrace and the last plant, Red hops up, then goes tearing into the bushes at the bottom of the gulch, barking that bark you never hear unless bad things are gonna happen. Next comes the crashing of brush being broken. I stand up just in time to see Sidekick hurdle the fence, face first, oblivious to the bougainvillea he just broke thru. Like last time he thought the chase was over, but Red had another card up her coat. She simply hopped the fence and kept on chasing.
Anyone that has ever hunted pigs with dogs knows that sound. Contact. The dog wants to bark, but her mouth is full, so all that comes out is a growl. Sidekick throws Red off, but no worry, we got backup on the way. Here comes Brindy, up and over the fence.
Brindy has turned into quite the load in the last six months. She outweighs Red by 30 lbs. Sidekick is in big trouble, but frankly he asked for it. At this point I have many options, but I took me a little while to listen to the serenade. Then I wandered back to the house to get the gun and the dog collar controllers.
I hate you and your apathy.
You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here.
I'm playing this pantomime,
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear.
I did move as fast as I could. Promise. But it did take awhile. The grass was wet. Sidekick made it back to wherever he came from. I think. The dogs were halfway to Casper's house by the time I pulled them back. Then when I got them back, I tried to explain to wifey what she just heard. After many fruitless minutes the dogs are gone again! They want to play with Sidekick.... but he ran away.
I was not surprised with the dogs. I knew once we put the work into them it would work out fine. What surprised me, and I'm sure as hell surprised Sidekick is the fence no longer contains the dogs. Once it gets back, that the chase no longer ends at the fence, but continues all the way down to the road, chances are good this nonsense will stop.
And I am putting my money where my mouth is. After a day like today, experience tells me it is time to take whatever is marginally ready in the gulch to keep it away from Baby Huey. But this may be fixed, so we will let them ride.... just to see what happens.
Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
The air... yeah
One Down.....Israel's Son
Look. These things can go kinda streaky. Sometimes everything you do turns to shit, other times it's all roses. All you can do is ride it out until the worm turns.
Yes, you can help the worm to turn. You simply study the worms actions, until after a few times patterns appear. It may cost you for awhile, this study of worms, but sooner or later, that worm will turn. But ya gotta be patient. So patient that your fingerprints have been long covered when they start looking for suspects.
You remember our little rip offs? Baby Huey and Sidekick? Score one for the good guys, I doubt Sidekick will be back..... Red got him good. Brindy too.
Hate is what I feel for you,
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You're late for the execution...
If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead.
I don't know how this was suppose to work. Either, Sidekick showed a big old streak of initiative and dumped Baby Huey, or Baby Huey knew his slow ass was gonna be no help whatsoever so he sent Sidekick to do the job all by his lonesome. Either way, we had a few surprises waiting for good old Sidekick..... and even one for yours truly.
First off running the gulch as one big trip instead of two separate trips worked out better. Everything has to be done about the same time, so today's job was tying everything up after yesterdays wind and rain. My girl, Red, always follows, then finds a place to kick back while I'm working.
Start on the bottom and work my way up. It took a couple of hours. As I'm sitting on the ground cutting strings for the top terrace and the last plant, Red hops up, then goes tearing into the bushes at the bottom of the gulch, barking that bark you never hear unless bad things are gonna happen. Next comes the crashing of brush being broken. I stand up just in time to see Sidekick hurdle the fence, face first, oblivious to the bougainvillea he just broke thru. Like last time he thought the chase was over, but Red had another card up her coat. She simply hopped the fence and kept on chasing.
Anyone that has ever hunted pigs with dogs knows that sound. Contact. The dog wants to bark, but her mouth is full, so all that comes out is a growl. Sidekick throws Red off, but no worry, we got backup on the way. Here comes Brindy, up and over the fence.
Brindy has turned into quite the load in the last six months. She outweighs Red by 30 lbs. Sidekick is in big trouble, but frankly he asked for it. At this point I have many options, but I took me a little while to listen to the serenade. Then I wandered back to the house to get the gun and the dog collar controllers.
I hate you and your apathy.
You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here.
I'm playing this pantomime,
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear.
I did move as fast as I could. Promise. But it did take awhile. The grass was wet. Sidekick made it back to wherever he came from. I think. The dogs were halfway to Casper's house by the time I pulled them back. Then when I got them back, I tried to explain to wifey what she just heard. After many fruitless minutes the dogs are gone again! They want to play with Sidekick.... but he ran away.
I was not surprised with the dogs. I knew once we put the work into them it would work out fine. What surprised me, and I'm sure as hell surprised Sidekick is the fence no longer contains the dogs. Once it gets back, that the chase no longer ends at the fence, but continues all the way down to the road, chances are good this nonsense will stop.
And I am putting my money where my mouth is. After a day like today, experience tells me it is time to take whatever is marginally ready in the gulch to keep it away from Baby Huey. But this may be fixed, so we will let them ride.... just to see what happens.
Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
The air... yeah
Good pups! They get the good kibble tonight! Glad they got into that piece of shit sidekick. Maybe the fucker will steer clear now so he doesn't get ventilated.
Best vibes OH
Best vibes OH
They got a taste, like you said now they got the scent to pick up next time for a good ole play date. Hope it sets a thought into their thick skullz, that they are dinner now if they cross the fence.
