A question both suited to see if there are actually readers of this blog or if the finders of this are stoned.....or even more preferable...readers who are stoned...please stop here and smoke whatever amount of whatever you smoke, you feel necessary to attain THAT feeling, then click the link below...and float...we all float down here...
"Would you like a balloon Georgie?"
Enjoy
Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on
Now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am
I... Have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working
Good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on
It's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I... Have become comfortably numb
Take A Hit
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thinking Old!?
I had a strange thought........as I often do when stoned.
I actually thought, that as a younger man, I must have been misguided. I honestly believed that I could function as a "normal" person.....while high.
I only come to this realization after an incident at work today. It was late in the evening, providing some technical support for a customer as BruthaMan and I do on occasion. I was just starting to come down from a buzz, of course, the customer engages us for support. To make a long story short, it was during this "crisis", although not especially confusing when you get to brass tacks, it was confirmed that I am not at my sharpest when working while high.
I am 49, people keep telling me I'm old. My doctor, BruthaMan, Daughter, Son and of course The Better Half. I don't feel especially old. I've always said that I'm a 19 year old in a 49 year old man's body.
As younger people are wont to do, we feel (and I say we because I'm still 19 at heart, remember) invincible. That nobody can tell when they're stoned or drinking. I know I certainly did and still do to a degree. Tonight's incident only re-inforces the fact that I can tend toward near FREAKOUT stage when presented with a poser of a problem.
Does that mean I'm not invicible and by extension getting old as everyone keeps telling me?
I say no. I say maybe I can't smoke it and function in a work environment as I once believed I could, maybe I take a little longer to recover. Listen to this song, It just makes me stronger!!
I still feel 19.... and will until the day I die.
I actually thought, that as a younger man, I must have been misguided. I honestly believed that I could function as a "normal" person.....while high.
I only come to this realization after an incident at work today. It was late in the evening, providing some technical support for a customer as BruthaMan and I do on occasion. I was just starting to come down from a buzz, of course, the customer engages us for support. To make a long story short, it was during this "crisis", although not especially confusing when you get to brass tacks, it was confirmed that I am not at my sharpest when working while high.
I am 49, people keep telling me I'm old. My doctor, BruthaMan, Daughter, Son and of course The Better Half. I don't feel especially old. I've always said that I'm a 19 year old in a 49 year old man's body.
As younger people are wont to do, we feel (and I say we because I'm still 19 at heart, remember) invincible. That nobody can tell when they're stoned or drinking. I know I certainly did and still do to a degree. Tonight's incident only re-inforces the fact that I can tend toward near FREAKOUT stage when presented with a poser of a problem.
Does that mean I'm not invicible and by extension getting old as everyone keeps telling me?
I say no. I say maybe I can't smoke it and function in a work environment as I once believed I could, maybe I take a little longer to recover. Listen to this song, It just makes me stronger!!
I still feel 19.... and will until the day I die.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Supply and Demand
Doh!
Supply is being jeoparized!!
I demand weed be legalized!! =))
It could be beneficial to all. Tax on the weed. Imagine how much money the Government could make taxing the weed, not to mention all the electrical thievery and damage that could be curtailed because of legalization.
I'm not pontificating...just sayin'....
Supply is being jeoparized!!
I demand weed be legalized!! =))
It could be beneficial to all. Tax on the weed. Imagine how much money the Government could make taxing the weed, not to mention all the electrical thievery and damage that could be curtailed because of legalization.
I'm not pontificating...just sayin'....
Monday, December 3, 2012
A potent mix!!
What you're looking at is a shot of the mix I reviewed in Pipe Dream #2. What I've done as mentioned in the post was to grind what weed I had just received. Next, I took the Afghan Black and heated it ever so slightly to make it crumbly and then crumbled it all up. Then following the BruthaMan Recipe, "A little weed, a little hash, a little weed, a little hash....." produced this lethal concoction you see before you.
I may still need to add a little more weed to the mixture, not sure at this point. It's almost a 1:1:1, weed:weed:hash combination. I can see quite a bit of hash interspersed throughout the weed.
I look forward to smoking this little portion of my stash.
***Editorial Comment: I am changing my posting time, to the time I posted this! Bewildered as to why the fuck I haven't been posting at that time from the beginning?!? I can be pretty dense sometimes!!*** :S
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| 1 part Hash Weed, 1 part Purple Kush, 1 part Afghan Black Hash |
I may still need to add a little more weed to the mixture, not sure at this point. It's almost a 1:1:1, weed:weed:hash combination. I can see quite a bit of hash interspersed throughout the weed.
I look forward to smoking this little portion of my stash.
***Editorial Comment: I am changing my posting time, to the time I posted this! Bewildered as to why the fuck I haven't been posting at that time from the beginning?!? I can be pretty dense sometimes!!*** :S
Music Bytes
Music, for me, is a tremendously strong memory trigger. Certain specific songs can evoke very certain specific memories in me. Red Barchetta brings to mind one such music byte.
Summer 1980, Calgary, driving down Acadia Ave in my buddy Steve's 1976 Laguna S-3, early evening, Shelley Asselstine sitting on the centre console between Steve the driver and myself in the passenger seat. Red Barchetta blasting on the cassette player.
That memory tweaks a separate thought. How can you tell I'm stoned? I've known a lot of girls/women. I've known a lot of dope smokers. I HAVE not known a lot of girls/women dope smokers!
Don't get me wrong. I have known a handful of girls/women dope smokers but in the girls/women I've known the non dope smokers far out weigh the dope smoking girls/women.
I can't believe that there are any less girls/women smoking dope than guys? I wonder why it is that the circle of women I have been in, during my years on this planet, has not been filled with the dope smoking variety?
The reason I mention all of this, is because as always I have that thought when I hear Red Barchetta, I think of Shelley. Tonight however my stoned mind threw me on The Dope Smoking Women tangent.
Just a momentary thought I had while listening to a song.
Summer 1980, Calgary, driving down Acadia Ave in my buddy Steve's 1976 Laguna S-3, early evening, Shelley Asselstine sitting on the centre console between Steve the driver and myself in the passenger seat. Red Barchetta blasting on the cassette player.
That memory tweaks a separate thought. How can you tell I'm stoned? I've known a lot of girls/women. I've known a lot of dope smokers. I HAVE not known a lot of girls/women dope smokers!
Don't get me wrong. I have known a handful of girls/women dope smokers but in the girls/women I've known the non dope smokers far out weigh the dope smoking girls/women.
I can't believe that there are any less girls/women smoking dope than guys? I wonder why it is that the circle of women I have been in, during my years on this planet, has not been filled with the dope smoking variety?
The reason I mention all of this, is because as always I have that thought when I hear Red Barchetta, I think of Shelley. Tonight however my stoned mind threw me on The Dope Smoking Women tangent.
Just a momentary thought I had while listening to a song.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Pipe Dream #2
I am following BruthMan's recipe. A little weed, a little hash, a little weed, a little hash.
So a little of this,
A little of this,
Mixed into this,
I'm going to wait for about an hour and begin my Pipe Dream. I'll let you know how I fare.
It's been about 5 minutes since I finished three hits of the HW-PK-H bowl. The weed was very coarse in texture. Strong smell of Hash. With each hit I could feel it slowly enveloping from the back of neck to the centre of my eyes. Not quick like just the Purple Kush. Must be more of the Hash Weed and the Hash. Every hit progressively tasted of Hash. Very hard to type keep making mistakes and have to backspace a lot and retype. Going to give it like 20 minutes and then finish the bowl.
Wow. I'm really very stoned. Got easily sidetracked on a personal matter of good fortune. Which actually enables me to purchase a 1/4 oz of that Afghan Black Hash pictured above.
4th hit. Hit the mother load. Immense head rush from intake if the Hash, heart beat has increased slightly. 5th hit more of same. Time for another small break in the action Chuck!
6th hit about 20 minutes after. Ashy, Hashy, beginning of the end. Really messed up, thoughts flying every which but sane. Think I'm gonna go watch The Matrix.
Later kiddies.....
Really stoned, nice mix of head befuddle and body numb. Excellent to watch The Matrix!
At 1:44:00 paused The Matrix for 30 minutes to take last Hashy toke from pipe and pick up party revellers, then back for final 32 minutes of the movie. Still quite stoned!
So from start to finish it was 4 plus hours of utter stoned-ness.
Since that burn, I've ground the 2 grams of Hash Weed - Purple Kush mix. Found it a little to coarse for my tastes. I find if my weed is too coarse it's harder to burn in a pipe.
So a little of this,
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| BC Hash Weed mixed with Purple Kush |
A little of this,
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| Afghan Black Hash |
Mixed into this,
 |
| Metro Pipe filled with Hash Weed - Purple Kush mix and Afghan Black Hash |
I'm going to wait for about an hour and begin my Pipe Dream. I'll let you know how I fare.
It's been about 5 minutes since I finished three hits of the HW-PK-H bowl. The weed was very coarse in texture. Strong smell of Hash. With each hit I could feel it slowly enveloping from the back of neck to the centre of my eyes. Not quick like just the Purple Kush. Must be more of the Hash Weed and the Hash. Every hit progressively tasted of Hash. Very hard to type keep making mistakes and have to backspace a lot and retype. Going to give it like 20 minutes and then finish the bowl.
Wow. I'm really very stoned. Got easily sidetracked on a personal matter of good fortune. Which actually enables me to purchase a 1/4 oz of that Afghan Black Hash pictured above.
4th hit. Hit the mother load. Immense head rush from intake if the Hash, heart beat has increased slightly. 5th hit more of same. Time for another small break in the action Chuck!
6th hit about 20 minutes after. Ashy, Hashy, beginning of the end. Really messed up, thoughts flying every which but sane. Think I'm gonna go watch The Matrix.
Later kiddies.....
Really stoned, nice mix of head befuddle and body numb. Excellent to watch The Matrix!
At 1:44:00 paused The Matrix for 30 minutes to take last Hashy toke from pipe and pick up party revellers, then back for final 32 minutes of the movie. Still quite stoned!
So from start to finish it was 4 plus hours of utter stoned-ness.
Since that burn, I've ground the 2 grams of Hash Weed - Purple Kush mix. Found it a little to coarse for my tastes. I find if my weed is too coarse it's harder to burn in a pipe.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Lost Art
I'd like to think that I'm pretty good a t turning a phrase. My vocabulary is wide and varied, I try not to use the same adverbs or adjectives more than once in a post. I use spell check. If I don't know the meaning of a word, I use a dictionary. I try to be specific in my language (I just used an online dictionary to see if the word diction is actually a word - according to dictionary.com, it is not).
In an article about my favourite baseball team, if you search for Fri. Nov.9, Miami, Toronto, you'll see a quote by Blue Jay's G.M. Alex Anthopolus:
"I prefer the phone, so does Larry," Anthopoulos says. "You can't judge a person's tone in a text or an email."
I don't agree with that statement. For 2 reasons:
1) When did texting become the preferred method of communicating million dollar deals!?!
2) With the properly chosen words, it's possible to convey any emotion to the reader. I offer the following in illustration (I just used an online theasaurus)
Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.
Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln
Wow!! I love the way the verbage flows. Nobody writes like that any more. Everybody, at the time that this was written, did!
The problem with texting, which I'm sure we all see, is the brevity in which it resides. For some reason it has become viewed, as acceptible, the bastrardization of the English language, for the sake of speedily dispatching our spur of the moment missives. I hate to say it, being a product of that age, but Televison killed the writing star. It's become easier to watch the news than to read it. If nobody is reading it then why learn how to write it.
It almost seemed that writing would rebound what with the advent of the internet. A text and written media Mecca to begin with....ahhh but then You Tube, streaming video. I'd like to stream something on that!!
When, in whatever form of chat I am using at that instant, I invaribly get left behind in the conversation or my comments get overlooked because the topic has moved on as I was responding in an intelligent way to a conversation replete with "OMG's" and "u's" (for you). I refuse to use those "abbreviations" for the grammatically correct choice.
I am to a certain extent a frustrated writer. I can be very descriptive and concise in my writing. I believe that had I applied myself while in college, I could have become an investigative writer. Alas I was young and not imbued with the common sense time has bestowed upon me.
I believe that that succintness is what draws me to this. This blog, this discourse, this verbal diarrhoea and meanderings of a drug addled mind. It allows me to put poison pen to paper. I have long cherished using my words to intimidate. I can determine who is well read, who is not and who believes he/she is but sadly is unprepared for the battle. It is with the last of the group in which I take my greatest pleasure. I am relentless. Lamentably however it is sometimes lost on those sad few, but I know.
In an article about my favourite baseball team, if you search for Fri. Nov.9, Miami, Toronto, you'll see a quote by Blue Jay's G.M. Alex Anthopolus:
"I prefer the phone, so does Larry," Anthopoulos says. "You can't judge a person's tone in a text or an email."
I don't agree with that statement. For 2 reasons:
1) When did texting become the preferred method of communicating million dollar deals!?!
2) With the properly chosen words, it's possible to convey any emotion to the reader. I offer the following in illustration (I just used an online theasaurus)
Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.
Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln
Wow!! I love the way the verbage flows. Nobody writes like that any more. Everybody, at the time that this was written, did!
The problem with texting, which I'm sure we all see, is the brevity in which it resides. For some reason it has become viewed, as acceptible, the bastrardization of the English language, for the sake of speedily dispatching our spur of the moment missives. I hate to say it, being a product of that age, but Televison killed the writing star. It's become easier to watch the news than to read it. If nobody is reading it then why learn how to write it.
It almost seemed that writing would rebound what with the advent of the internet. A text and written media Mecca to begin with....ahhh but then You Tube, streaming video. I'd like to stream something on that!!
When, in whatever form of chat I am using at that instant, I invaribly get left behind in the conversation or my comments get overlooked because the topic has moved on as I was responding in an intelligent way to a conversation replete with "OMG's" and "u's" (for you). I refuse to use those "abbreviations" for the grammatically correct choice.
I am to a certain extent a frustrated writer. I can be very descriptive and concise in my writing. I believe that had I applied myself while in college, I could have become an investigative writer. Alas I was young and not imbued with the common sense time has bestowed upon me.
I believe that that succintness is what draws me to this. This blog, this discourse, this verbal diarrhoea and meanderings of a drug addled mind. It allows me to put poison pen to paper. I have long cherished using my words to intimidate. I can determine who is well read, who is not and who believes he/she is but sadly is unprepared for the battle. It is with the last of the group in which I take my greatest pleasure. I am relentless. Lamentably however it is sometimes lost on those sad few, but I know.
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