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anoydas 666
this sight is slower than a ford prefect lol.
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TOTALLY RANDOM POST II
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but much faster than a chevy vega...
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moose eater
Chevy Chevette; the car that made you feel like you were in the old 'Gulf No-Knocks' commercial, riding around in an invisible go-cart-size car, driving here and there with an inch or so of air between your ass and the ground..
Drove down the Parks Hwy, Fall of 1980, in a Chevette a chick from Hawaii rented. We smoked cocaine-laced joints of Puna bud, lines of pretty clean coke, the bud separately, and she had some Percocet as a result of her being assaulted by an automatic door in a store in Hawaii.
Best cannabis influenced poly-substance buzz I've ever had, but definitely brought the sensation of being in that Gulf No-Knocks commercial.
And 2 persons sleeping in a Chevette in the cooler Fall weather? There are -definitely- better sleeping arrangements to be had.
I still owe her $65, and I'm admittedly ashamed to say so.
Drove down the Parks Hwy, Fall of 1980, in a Chevette a chick from Hawaii rented. We smoked cocaine-laced joints of Puna bud, lines of pretty clean coke, the bud separately, and she had some Percocet as a result of her being assaulted by an automatic door in a store in Hawaii.
Best cannabis influenced poly-substance buzz I've ever had, but definitely brought the sensation of being in that Gulf No-Knocks commercial.
And 2 persons sleeping in a Chevette in the cooler Fall weather? There are -definitely- better sleeping arrangements to be had.
I still owe her $65, and I'm admittedly ashamed to say so.
OkThen
Member
Mine was a 66 Opal Kadett. On a dark winter night in Northern Michigan we went in search of comet Kohoutek. I think it was the winter of 73. I was driving along a snow covered gravel road having a great time burning a J and BSing when we came over a small rise and saw the stop sign too late. We nose dived into a ditch where the road split into T. We could see a house a quarter mile away with the lights on, so we walked up and asked the grumpy farmer if he could pull us out, he fired up his tractor and we were off. We never did see Kohoutek. 
Ahhh the good ol days.
Ahhh the good ol days.
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anoydas 666
what one finds in there back yard.
hey everybody! I'm doing okay...keeping my head above water. Had a really good Summer - had good weather every day! Hope everyone here on icmag is doing good! Stay high everybody!
Cool snake man!
Stay cool and high people!
Cool snake man!
Stay cool and high people!
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
In Quebec visiting eldest boy. Didn't bring any herb, figured I'd hit local pot store.
No fucking pot stores within 2 hours of here.
FUUUUUUUCK!
No fucking pot stores within 2 hours of here.
FUUUUUUUCK!
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anoydas 666
well Richmond won the ossie rules football champ by a fuk'n mile.
Green Squall
Well-known member
Just trashed 10 seedlings. I've never seen soil so infested with fungus gnats in my life. Even with multiple mosquito dunk applications, which I've used in the past, it even didn't put a dent in population. I ended up bringing the soil back to the store and asked for a refund. What a damn waste of seeds too.
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
I was asked why didn't get son to ask friend - he doesn't have those kinds of friends. I survived 4 days and now get fired on 1 small bowl. Life is fair, eventually.
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moose eater
Time to test the more-or-less finished Ghost Train Haze #1 from this last go.
I find that tasting a new-to-me, decent-quality reposado tequila, (about a half-shot in tasting), followed by an 11.2 oz. bottle of a 6.3% bottle of Hoffbrau Oktoberfestbier, provides just the right amount of balance in the day to really not give a flying fuck about cleaning the roots from the filled pots that remain in my shop..
Functional poly-substance use. That's what life is -really- all about.
I find that tasting a new-to-me, decent-quality reposado tequila, (about a half-shot in tasting), followed by an 11.2 oz. bottle of a 6.3% bottle of Hoffbrau Oktoberfestbier, provides just the right amount of balance in the day to really not give a flying fuck about cleaning the roots from the filled pots that remain in my shop..
Functional poly-substance use. That's what life is -really- all about.
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anoydas 666
waiting for potters v8 bike to start up, Michigan mad mans bike.
Green Squall
Well-known member
RIP to the people who died today in the B-17 Crash.
I was absolutely shocked when I heard it on the news this morning.
To think, they were probably crossing something off their bucket lists and now they're gone.
Life is precious. It can be gone in a blink of the eye.
T
Teddybrae
"Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." (Lennon)
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moose eater
As the hot-water-baseboard heats up on the main floor of the house, cycling for the first few times this year, the smell of the dust that settled on the heat-fins over the last 5 months warms, and smells like a musty hot water leak, but it's not leaking; just the smell of hot dust that settled.
The forum search function isn't working for me this morning in my pursuits there, and, as is typical, Google's results are overly broad, and, thus, overwhelming.
So I guess there's little left to do but to continue a sampling of the recent harvest of California Indica, drink a 9% abv 'Old Rasputin' Imperial Russian Stout,' check on and (likely) water my mothers, and go back to watching a movie. Hopefully it's a movie that rates better than the current weather.
With the extension of our once-more-limited 'monsoon season' here in the Interior of Alaska, we get all of the red-neck politics and weather of the more dismal, dreary, cloudy, foggy, wet coast, but none of the seafood.
"I want my money back!"
The forum search function isn't working for me this morning in my pursuits there, and, as is typical, Google's results are overly broad, and, thus, overwhelming.
So I guess there's little left to do but to continue a sampling of the recent harvest of California Indica, drink a 9% abv 'Old Rasputin' Imperial Russian Stout,' check on and (likely) water my mothers, and go back to watching a movie. Hopefully it's a movie that rates better than the current weather.
With the extension of our once-more-limited 'monsoon season' here in the Interior of Alaska, we get all of the red-neck politics and weather of the more dismal, dreary, cloudy, foggy, wet coast, but none of the seafood.
"I want my money back!"
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anoydas 666
trimming sessions take a lot bloody longer as you age, I have noticed lol.
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moose eater
People can utter a -lot- of bullshit, in order to avoid honesty that may sometimes be harder for others to swallow.
"I'm sorry I haven't written; I've been busy." Bullshit. You made decisions regarding limited energy, and chose to spend it elsewhere, as the other person simply wasn't THAT great of a priority..... or you'd have WRITTEN to them. Period.
Did you watch television or listen to radio/stereo for hours on end? Lay on the floor or couch, and count dots on the ceiling? Then THAT was seen as more important than the correspondence. Not like the person who's making excuses was necessarily sweating over a boiler 18 hours a day; they simply chose to spend their time elsewise, at least as often as not.
But 'busy' sounds less distancing, and less lethargic.. It's often THAT simple. Though admittedly not always the case.
It's precisely for that reason that sometimes when I'm walking through the store, or down the road/street, and someone I haven't seen in a while innocently asks, mostly simply intending to fill dead air, "Hey, how've you been doing?" I tell them, sometimes in great detail, good, bad, and ugly. The whole run-down. The whole shebang.
Jackson Browne once wrote in a song that, "Maybe people only ask you how you're doing, 'cause it's easier than letting on how little they could care."
A-fucking-men!!
Anyway, sometime earlier today, one of my many AC hard-wired (w/ battery back-up) combination carbon monoxide/smoke detectors apparently gave up the ghost. It went into a sporadic (occasional, then steady, then occasional) series of three obnoxious chirps, while flashing a dull red LED light inside about 1 x every couple seconds..
My German Shepherd freaks the fuck OUT -any- time there's an alarm of ANY sort. No idea what Supreme Deity or Cosmic Entity (maybe an alien?) gifted her with her truly reactionary attentiveness to alarms, smoke, and violence, but she came to us, as a puppy, hard-wired for nearly any calamity, with no programming from us.. Other than for my generally high-strung, hyper-vigilant demeanor.. So it's possible that maybe I affected her that way.. Who knows?
So, it was this evening, well after most folks living a conventional lifestyle had eaten dinner, that I undertook the project of changing out ALL of the CO/smoke detectors in the house. ALLLLLLL OF THEM!!!
Did I mention that I have vaulted ceilings upstairs, with a center height of ~13'6", and that there's 5 of the bastards up there alone? No? I should have mentioned that... Now ask me if I will EVER build a home with vaulted ceilings, ever again. No... seriously..... ask. And it's a 3-story home... So yes, there were more to be changed out on the other floors, errr. ceilings...
My neck hurts now... Time for a German Oktoberfest bier, and a doobie of some California Indica...
I think I get grumpier by the day....
"I'm sorry I haven't written; I've been busy." Bullshit. You made decisions regarding limited energy, and chose to spend it elsewhere, as the other person simply wasn't THAT great of a priority..... or you'd have WRITTEN to them. Period.
Did you watch television or listen to radio/stereo for hours on end? Lay on the floor or couch, and count dots on the ceiling? Then THAT was seen as more important than the correspondence. Not like the person who's making excuses was necessarily sweating over a boiler 18 hours a day; they simply chose to spend their time elsewise, at least as often as not.
But 'busy' sounds less distancing, and less lethargic.. It's often THAT simple. Though admittedly not always the case.
It's precisely for that reason that sometimes when I'm walking through the store, or down the road/street, and someone I haven't seen in a while innocently asks, mostly simply intending to fill dead air, "Hey, how've you been doing?" I tell them, sometimes in great detail, good, bad, and ugly. The whole run-down. The whole shebang.
Jackson Browne once wrote in a song that, "Maybe people only ask you how you're doing, 'cause it's easier than letting on how little they could care."
A-fucking-men!!
Anyway, sometime earlier today, one of my many AC hard-wired (w/ battery back-up) combination carbon monoxide/smoke detectors apparently gave up the ghost. It went into a sporadic (occasional, then steady, then occasional) series of three obnoxious chirps, while flashing a dull red LED light inside about 1 x every couple seconds..
My German Shepherd freaks the fuck OUT -any- time there's an alarm of ANY sort. No idea what Supreme Deity or Cosmic Entity (maybe an alien?) gifted her with her truly reactionary attentiveness to alarms, smoke, and violence, but she came to us, as a puppy, hard-wired for nearly any calamity, with no programming from us.. Other than for my generally high-strung, hyper-vigilant demeanor.. So it's possible that maybe I affected her that way.. Who knows?
So, it was this evening, well after most folks living a conventional lifestyle had eaten dinner, that I undertook the project of changing out ALL of the CO/smoke detectors in the house. ALLLLLLL OF THEM!!!
Did I mention that I have vaulted ceilings upstairs, with a center height of ~13'6", and that there's 5 of the bastards up there alone? No? I should have mentioned that... Now ask me if I will EVER build a home with vaulted ceilings, ever again. No... seriously..... ask. And it's a 3-story home... So yes, there were more to be changed out on the other floors, errr. ceilings...
My neck hurts now... Time for a German Oktoberfest bier, and a doobie of some California Indica...
I think I get grumpier by the day....
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anoydas 666
amen to all that,13.6 ceiling moose, hang a gavita.
