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mean mr.mustard

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Okay so kids are going to be stupid no matter what... but Tide pods are certainly toxic.

I think the mouse that chews on a match head is an acceptable Darwin Award nominee.

And buzz, I think it's possible that song is going to get stuck in my head... I'm not sure how I feel about that yet.
 

buzzmobile

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And buzz, I think it's possible that song is going to get stuck in my head... I'm not sure how I feel about that yet.
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Bean brain worm victim since 1964 here. I was 12 when it first got past the bean in my right ear. I lost the bean in 1968. The song is still there.

I hope that helps and don't forget the Cal-Mag.
 

moose eater

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Matches used to be made with white phosphorus and all you had to do was rub enough wax from the match head to expose oxygen to the Willy Pete and they would ignite.

They might have chosen wisely to change the composition to something safer.

Kids eat Tide pods now.
The larger wooden strike-anywhere matches that I prefer in my larger bush cook tote(s) or cook boxes only have the white phosphorous on the very tip. The rest of the head is the red phos.

Nonetheless, when I pack them, especially for transport in the truck, or in gear for flying in small aircraft to the bush, I've often looked twice at them, placing the box inside a plastic quart zip-lock (to prevent too much air from being available to them), and limiting the amount of movement they have, to prevent movement from causing any unnecessary friction.

I've had some amount of worry about them getting touched off while inside one of those transport methods.

I still have my fairly ancient metal (Boy Scout-type) match cannister, that threads through a light metal frame, with a rubber-gasketed metal lid that folds to the side when the thing is unthreaded far enough. It's got a friction striking area on the outsides to strike a match on.

In long ago and far away times, I'd cut the wooden matches to about half-length, uniformly, so the heads were visible at the top of the cannister when you opened it up, but it would have a hollow area under the wooden stick end of the matches, sufficient to stash smaller items of contraband; a small plastic wrap of this, that, or the other. But when unscrewing the match container lid, the matches all looked proper length and packed in tightly enough for there to be no movement, and to prevent viewing of what was beneath them.
 
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moose eater

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About 2 hours long. A great pioneer in the early San Francisco counter culture. Whether sound or hallucinogens. An admirable and brilliant man.. A free spirit with lots of intellect, and seeing the world as the brave new frontier loaded with curiosity that it ought to be when we're young and full of energy and ideas..
 
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