I Feel Gloomy!!!

I had a Crap-tacular day today!  Let's just get it out there.  Wait!!  Make that a Crap-tacular month!!!  Today was the capper of a month of Crap-tacularness!!!!

Three events in my life over the last few weeks have been the the proverbial straw.  A storm to end all storms, an argument with Daughter and forgetful parents.  I won't grace the pages with specifics, suffice it to say, I was given pause to re-consider. 

Re-consider what you say!?  I am going to ask you Constant Reader, to interject yourself in the the situation as outlined above.  Would you be given pause to re-consider?

Then read this.  Please view what is on the other end of this link before you continue.

Please excuse this slight pause whilst I re-consider. 

I saw myself in this. In more ways than one.  Not the suicide part per se, I mean it does paint quite a gloomy picture for quite a few people.  This article spoke to me, maybe because I'm stoned, or maybe because I am one of the Late Boomers, I don't know.

I must confess, I've had those exact same thoughts outlined in the link above.  To this point in my life I have not had any suicidal tendencies, that's a good thing.  My thoughts though, over that time frame, have become increasingly gloomy.

I'm going to look at this, as Karma doing me a solid.  A Karmic kick in the ass, so to speak.  First step, mend fences with Daughter.

 

Foghat for your Foggy Post... Elevate Me Bitches!

 

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy,
Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy.

I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Oooh, oooh, slow ride - oooh, oooh...

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

{Rod and Dave riffs}
Woo!

I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music yea, we can roll all night, yea.
Oooh, oooh...

Slow ride, take it easy - Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

{Rod - Solo with:-}
(Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy - Slow ride, easy, slow ride, sleazy)

Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine

(Slow ride, take it easy - slow ride, take it easy)
(Slow down, go down - Slow down, go down)

Oh come on baby, take a slow ride with me,
Come on baby, take a slow ride.
Oh feels good, mmmm, feels so good, I like it yea,
I feel good, oh I feel alright!

You know the rhythm is right - You know the rhythm is right -
We gotta rock all night - We gotta rock all night -
You know the rhythm is right, yeah, we gotta rock all night,
You know the rhythm is right, we gotta rock all night.
Whoa, c'mon now
Woo, Yea, Woo, Woa!

{Rod - Slide Riff}

Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama - Elevate me mama.
Oww!
Woo!

{Rod - Slide Solo to tag}

Slow ride! Yea!

Sunshower Bitches!

Sunshower - Chris Cornell

Dark as roses
And fine as sand
I feel your healing
In your sting again

I hear you laughing
And my soul is saved
On forgotten graves
You cry

Crawl like ivy
Up my spine
Through my nerves
And into my eyes

Cuts like anguish
Or recollections
Of better days gone by
But it's all right

When you're all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh, it's all right

When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Oh, it's all right

Though your garden's gray
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh, ooh, whoa
Oh, ooh, whoa
In the sweet sun shower
In the sweet sun shower

Eyes like oceans
So far away
A feather trail
To a better way

Worried mornings turn
Into days
Then into worried nights
But it's all right

When you're all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh it's all right

When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
It's all right

Though your garden's gray
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh, ooh, whoa
Oh, ooh, whoa
Sweet sun shower

Oh, in a sweet sun shower

Oooh, oh, whoa

In a sweet sun shower

In a sweet
Sweet
Sweet
Sun shower
Oh, oh, oh

I know all your graces
Some day will flower
In a sweet
In a sweet sun shower

It's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today

It's all right
All you'll be you are today
Are today
Are today
Are today
Are today
Are today...

Somewhat More Than Foggy Days

It seems these last few months, weeks, days, hours, minutes....take your pick....I've been "hitting it" quite hard.  It's not just specific to smoking either.  Although I feel I may be smoking a little more than normal.  I'm sure it relates to the fact that I currently possess a large quantity of Hash.  I don't seem to be smoking a larger amount than normal.  I've had the Hash for more than 2 weeks and have gone through less than 2 grams of the 10.  The last amount of weed I purchased was 9 days ago.  Normally I would smoke 2 grams of weed in 10 days.  So it would appear to that I am not using any more, but the abundance is slightly skewing my perception.  Or is that the weed? 

Along with all the dope smoking I've been doing, I have also been sucking back the alcohol at a pretty high rate.  Just since since Friday afternoon...a mickey of vodka, 2 pints of Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale and 2 Jack and cokes...and it's only Saturday night.  Seems the wife has been a little more accommodating in my alcoholic consumption over the last few months.  The way to a man's heart is his ale glass??  Isn't that the saying?  Or is that the ale?

I have always tended towards the binge aspect of addictive habits.  As with most things that come within arms reach of me...if I have it I spend it, eat it, drink it, smoke it, snort it, fuck it....until it ends

....usually a lot sooner than originally anticipated....but never regretfully....maybe a little....

Foggy Days

Below you see my latest purchase.  Approximately 10 grams of Moroccan Black Hash.  BruthaMan and I have been exploring the Silk Road.  What we ordered was 10 grams, what we received however was about 12 grams.  Just shy of of a half ounce of Black Hash for $150.

 

A great deal!   Great Hash too!  Not hard as a rock or flattened paper thin and hard to handle.  It's a nice malleable chunk o' hash!  It came in two similar strips (like the one seen below).  BruthaMan took his share (2 grams, he likes to have a little on hand) and left me with what you see in the two pic's.  The second pic is the remainder of the split booty cut into "bite size" chunks.  It crumbles very easily and nicely when slightly heated and when lit for smoking, it lights very easily and when spent turns to reddish ash that empties from the pipe quite cleanly.

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The high is quite pleasant too!  I have been suffering, these last few days since the holidays ended, with the present strain of flu that is going around.  Quite a debilitating flu.  First hits like a sledgehammer to the head, with headaches and body aches, then moves onto filling your head with snot while you have to live through fever and chills and body aches.

 

I have been very heavily medicated, just to make it through the day.  A concoction of cold/flu/sinus pills, and Advil.  I found out on Monday that the real relief (from the aches and pains) came when I smoked a pipe full of some OG Kush mixed with the Hash you see above.  Ahhhhhhh.........sweet relief.  So for the last 4 days I have been spending my days trying to work through the disease only to find I have little to no energy. 

 

My thought......if I'm going to be a glorified bump on a log, I might as well be high.

Is There Anybody Out There?

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

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.

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'....

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.






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.

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,




BC Hash Weed mixed with Purple Kush

 
 
A little of this,

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.

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.

I'm Batman

BruthaMan, my self and a Co-Worker were having an email conversation that somehow warped into a Batman picture free for all.  The entire conversation centered around our rather rotund friend. (I'm allowed this opionion a I was once large)  So here is my contribution to the effort.



I'm Batman!

 



 

I gotta do something like this!!

This would awesome in the basement!

More on the Origins of 420

I am passing along more 420 information for PseudoSis.  A sociological reality, according to some.  Please read What is 420, and be schooled young padawan stoner(s).  I am but a vessel to your knowledge.  ;)

H*A*S*H

Yesterday was a long one.  This job I mentioned that I occasionally pour hours into...23 in a row yesterday, a quick 3 hours sleep (if that), and then back at it again.  Needless to say I'm tired.  So it was fortuitous that BruthaMan informed me this arrived today.

Afghan Black Hash

 





I asked for this pic and a review of the hash.  I am also exercising an editors comment later in this posting.

Like M*A*S*H but funnier. LoL!

Smells nice. Burst of weed and oil at your face when opened. Gummy. Sticky. Pressed. Looks like it went through a roller.

It will be loaded with some BC Hash plant. Mmmmm. I need to add medicinal properties for a sore neck/shoulder issue. 

Listened to "For All" and "Gold on the Ceiling" whilst mixing.  Little weed. Little hash. Little weed. Little hash. Full bowl. Just like the way BruthaMan likes it.Cooked a chicken breast. 

Took some muscle relaxants and had a Bodingtons...

Yeh so... If this stuff is strong, I'm going to get really high. Well. Fucked up would be the correct description.

Ok. Burn time. Remember to "light the green"... First hit. Smooth. Tasty. Bud and Hash. Nice.

Second hit. Little more harsh, but we are working with a freshly cleaned Fisherman's Friend here...

Sip of the Bodington's.

3rd hit lights the hash to a smokey stream and suddenly I find myself sucking on the smoke streams from the bowl to not lose any of my stuff!

High is coming. Back of eyes. Forehead. We're about 2mins in here guys.

Oh btw... Haven't felt any affects of muscle relax or beer yet lol.

Stretch neck and 4 nice cracks. I can feel my muscles relaxing now.

Standing. Thinking. Typing.

4th hit...

High. Plane high. Head. Chest. A nice body high is encasing my nerve structure. Legs just felt nice and lower left lumbar muscles releasing. Oh my, didn't know I was tense there too.

5th hit. Hash is burning nice. Lotsa weed ash but center is hash now. Sticky. Still more left. Prob get 8 hits on this.

6th. Long. Wasn't as powerful. Maybe 7.

Ok. Now we're sippin' a Bodingtons again and finishing chicken bbq.

Feeling awesome. Can still type and comprehend my surroundings. LoL. Creeper body high coming though. Teeth floating now.

7th hit. Nice full lung full. Musta lit the hash again lol.

The thing with hash. U never know when u are done. Lol. It just keeps burning and burning man.

We need a 1/2 of this next time. Weed and hash always. Yeh I said it!

Ok 9 hits. 7 good of those 9. Two were weak pulls or something.

Chicken. Rice. Peas. Pumpernickel Bread. And some Cheetos from the spoils of Halloween.

Oh yeh. I have a mind numbing body high going on.

Yes. M*A*S*H patched up American warriors in Korea. H*A*S*H has patched up tech warriors with bad backs in Kanada eh! (the following comment is not a view that is held by the editor of this Blog ;) Canada once taken over by USA will be called Kanada)

Nice. This will be a good high.

I'm melting into the couch. "Cheers" is amusing me. Good old days of Sam and Diane. Frazer has just appeared. Soon Woody will be appearing. Awesome.

LoL its a Halloween Treat Party. The spoils of Halloween and munchies of today.

Full on head high with a creeper body high. Couch locker. Mild munchies.

AAA+

Bazinga!

The last BruthaMan was seen...he was was melting into his couch, seeping into the pores of the tan velore.

BruthaMan, I never heard from you after you sent me your review.  Let me know how you fared.

The True Origin of 420

This post is for you PseudoSis!  Proving that it's always good to keep learning.  BruthaMan challenged you to discover the meaning of 420 and low and behold...I have found the truth!  Please read this article The True Origin of 420.  This is the stuff of legend.

I Am Such A Nerd

I just found this little tidbit.  I love science fiction!!  Fantasy!!  Star Wars!!  Star Trek!!  What self proffessed stoner wouldn't be!?!  I am such a nerd!

Personal Grooming

Now that's the kind of bush i don't mind letting get overgrown.

Converting is easy...

Wasn't hard.  Here's a hit.  Take it.  Enjoy it.  Come back for more.  What?  A few hits.  Now a pipe?  A gram or two?  Huh?  A 1/4??  Nice! ....

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel all right
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein
I've got one thing you'll understand
(Dr. Feelgood)
he's not what you'd call a glamorous man
(Dr. Feelgood)
Got one thing that's easily understood
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
Oh yeah

Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand
(Dr. Feelgood)
Some people call him an evil man
(Dr. Feelgood)
Let him introduce himself real good
(Dr. Feelgood)
He's the only one they call Feelgood
*solo*

PsuedoSis is now converted.