I've run out of marijuana. That hasn't happened for months. I just took an afternoon nap, I was dreaming about Chinatown in Vancouver. I had traveled west for a day trip from somewhere in Alberta. We(me and the lady) were walking around for a while, we seemed to be near a sort of marketplace. We went for a walk, about two blocks out in a straight line. The crowd thinned almost immediately, and it looked more like a warehouse or industrial district. I guess we were following a friend of hers that we had come to visit to their place.
While we were there, she became quite distracted. Maybe we were getting a place to stay for a while, and she was taking a nap. For some reason anyway, I decided to try and get back to the market. I can't remember if I lost something, or if I had seen something interesting, or if I just didn't like where I was. When I had walked about a block and a half, I could see the market, I thought; how will I find my way back? I won't be able to remember what shop to walk behind for two blocks. Then I thought; what if someone wanted me to leave her alone. I turned around and started to quickly head back to where she was. I woke up then.
I had a sort of feeling of dread when I got up, though, I don't know if that was the dream, or because I have to work soon. I've never been much of a precog though, so, I probably shouldn't worry about the literal situation in the dream. But what of the meaning? Am I too much of a loner? Am I lost in an almost foreign land? Should I just stick with the lady, make sure she's not in any danger?
We'll see I guess. Well, I will see, and I'll let you know what I saw. K O R I T F W \m/
Ate spaghetti at midnight, delicious. Slept well too. Got up early, moved some furniture before work. Damn sharp-edged desk, hard on the hands. My fingers feel a little chewed up, you know? The old man freaked out a bit while we were moving it, but that was a dopamine depletion thing more than a logical reason thing. Financial woe or not, the guy likes his, well, stuff. Not my place to say.
So I had a little puff before work today, thinking about starting my own version of 'casual fridays'. I must say, so far, the results have been promising. I repuffed on my break, keep me from dosing off. I had a couple of calls that pissed me off, but only for a minute or so. Quick turn-around time makes for less time spent upset. Also, I smile at names that sound funny or people's odd anecdotes make me laugh more than usual.
Skunk Weed, the scourge of our generation! Making shitty jobs tolerable! What a menace!
Imagine, if when you got cut off in traffic, you thought "Hey, I'm in no hurry!" or, "I must've been going too fast man!". Wouldn't road rage go down significantly? Then again, there is the problem of slow people in the drive-thru, when you have the munchies bad, that'll drive you nuts.
Nevermind that now, I have a thought. I'm thingKing hard. The insane parade; like a surprise party, and you're the guest of honour. Oh Wow! All here for me? For my amusement? Wait, who's that guy? I don't even like him... This isn't right. Everyone likes me? Everyone wants to see me do well? Nobody has anything negative to say? I must be dead.
How else could it be explained? Let's all sing and dance and tra-la-la forever? That's a long-ass time. Heaven IS hell.
I just got a funny call; the name on the file was "Home Owner" then the last name, so, when I asked to speak with Home Owner Cormier, the woman on the line was skeptical immediately. Although, she should have received some mail from us with that name on it, but anyway, this quick 30 second call lasted a few minutes. When she found out I live in New Brunswick, she said "Oh! I thought you were some stuck-up snob from Ontario or something!". That's typical maritimer right there. Don't even get us started about 'Out-West'.
Note to people; when you give the wrong name, we'll call and ask for the wrong name.
Ok, so, I spoke with this fellow, with one leg oddly, who works with revenue Canada. He approved funding for things like the Canadarm, he said Trudeau told him to his face that he we get fired for trying to introduce the GST, but that Mulroney(obviously) eventually did it. He was telling me about problems he's had with Rogers, and I know he isn't alone in them, so that certainly lends him credibility. He was telling me about different Aerospace organizations, some far ahead of their time RIGHT NOW. He told me that most of our cellular networks and satellites were all put in place before 1981, it's all old technology. Seems about right.
This call lasted probably twenty minutes, as opposed to the average thirty-three seconds it usually takes me to deliver the 'reminder script'. The guy blasted me right away saying it's junk mail and I must work for Rogers and telling me he has a Nielsen rating box and Cogeco cable monitors everyone automatically, there's a light that comes on apparently. He just been monitored a whole lot during the election coverage, he said in fact, the light had gone out at 1:30pm today. I tried to explain why I was calling, and he went back to telling me it's junk mail that's in the garbage, and I'm working for Rogers. I got upset and cut him off. I told him, well, if as you say your Nielsen box has been there for 40 years, it has OUR COMPANY'S LOGO on it, as we were in partnership 40 years ago. I don't work for a cable company, I don't work for any broadcaster, we even send five dollars in each booklet he would have had twenty dollars in his envelope, so don't tell me it's junk mail and I work for Rogers. We even called weeks ago to make sure it was ok to send, that they were interested, to confirm their address and the number of televisions they have, so it's not unsolicited mail by any means.
This guy seemed to be both insightful and naive. Well, maybe not naive, so much as senile. He got a little repetitive, and he pissed me off insisting I work for Rogers, but the stuff about aerospace tech and communications tech and being this one-legged dude that met Pierre Trudeau back in the day, that was an awesome call. Any call where you end up yelling is at least somewhat fun. With all this bonus technology info and a dash of paranoia, it was a great call to end the week. Have a good one.
Drinking pretty steadily tonight. I started at about 5. I had to deal with some cell phone company on hold waiting bullshit. Not fun. It was right after I finished my call centre job as well, so, I hung up the phone to go make a half hour call. I should have gotten stoned first.
So, I've been logged into the ole E-Buddy doing an avatar slide show for about a half hour. I don't even know if anyone is watching. But, there may be someone online that I hope is watching. Nothing lewd, I should say. I have no photos of that nature on my computer. Plenty online.
Got iTunes on shuffle. I have good music. A thought occurs to me; should I buy more alcohol tomorrow? I remember now; I am supposed to be acquiring an alternative tomorrow. I hope that works out.
Alcohol is acceptable though. I seem to have had much luck with it as of late. Not too bad in the hangover department, no DUI, not broke. Haven't been vomitous-sick in a little while, a week at least. I even had two drinks earlier and sobered up before I got to the night's REAL drinking. I should probably close the chat, as I'm no longer sober enough to trust my judgement. I'm kinda like the guy in this video right now;
Generally though, I'd say something more like "Let's interface our genitals" or something equally robotic. It usually gets a laugh, but my eyes let her know I'm serious. Sometimes her eyes return the sentiment, sometimes they don't. That's life; can't win 'em all.
Whoa, did I name a post this same thing before? Crazy deja vu. I'm in an infinite mirror hallway. I am so small and insignificant. Dust in the wind, I am a grain of sand...
...snap back. Here I am. Song is over, time to change. Change - Blind Melon, that's what I'll play. Damn, I didn't log off the chat yet. I'm likely to eat my foot. Knowing that, i still can't close it yet. What if I receive a message?
Kyuss time. \m/
I had a weird sensation in my throat earlier. I wonder what corkscrew esophagus feels like. It was unpleasant, whatever it was. Too many cigarettes I figure. Thoughts now turning to the coming days. Will I get that jazz I'm waiting on? Should I go buy more marijuana or alcohol? I should let any readers know, I do in fact have Crohn's disease, a condition which Health Canada recognizes as potentially benefiting from medical marijuana use. Now, the local gastroenterologist said he believes marijuana only benefits the terminally ill, and it is against his personal beliefs to prescribe it otherwise. Meanwhile, I went from seven pills a day to a few puffs a day. So, yes it is still illegal for me, but I could put up a good fight in court. So, I'm probably not worth trying to prosecute, especially considering I know that juries determine guilt not based on law, but based on personal ethics, I think I could convey the difference quite well in court. Like, if someone stole bread to feed their family, yes the stole, but for a good reason. Yes I consume illegal drugs, but they genuinely help me. But that is a post for another day.
Alright, enough fucking whining.Wan-wan. No more.I'm gonna direct my thoughts to interesting insights.
Diets won't work ever. If your regular diet gets you in trouble health wise, and you change it temporarily, see a change, and then change your diet back, of course you're going to see the same problems.
***the next day***
I started this post, played mega man 9 until almost 5am, and then went to sleep. It was still waiting to be completed when I went to sign in for work this morning. It makes me wonder; it's an old game with sub-par graphics and basic controls, and it's awesome. I've beaten all the robot masters except for Plug Man now.
I just finished this call with some guy who was right paranoid. He was telling me about how the television is weaponized, and when it goes all digital, it's only a matter of time before they use some kind of seizure inducing signal to immobilize us while they take our guns. He told me that the CNN logo is designed to hypnotize. Now, this struck me as odd, because I have found myself suddenly aware of the fact I'm watching CNN, and have been for some time, and I am unable to recall anything I saw. I always assumed this was a stoner space-out phenomenon, nothing to be concerned with. Now, I wonder what subconscious programming I might be receiving.
Something about the spinning and the light, I'm going to have to look into this I think.
He got me talking crazy too, I even half-mentioned marijuana. I said something like, "Yeah man, that's why we need tetra-hydra-cannabin-brain-protection". Right not smooth at all. But, hearing someone else say the crazy shit you think, is always good. Like hearing someone read your writing aloud. It gives you a new perspective. What would I say if someone said this to me? If you ask yourself this before you speak, you'd probably talk less. I know I would.
Maybe it's just me, or maybe it's work-related as well. Because I spend so much time talking politely about shit I don't really care about, I get so tired of idle chit-chat, it just pisses me off. Someone might ask me a simple question and I'll give them a heavily sarcastic answer. Usually, I immediately feel bad, when I see the pain in their face. I try to back-pedal, but the damage is done. Think before you speak, isn't that like one of the first things they teach you once you can both think and speak? How do I keep forgetting this?
It's fucking Friday! Woohoo! No work for two days! Though, they'll probably call to see if I want to put in some extra hours. No thanks. Still, extra money would be nice. I finally got the books I had ordered like 8 weeks ago yesterday, 7-10 days my ass. I ordered 4 books, only 3 came in. The only book that didn't make it ,was Fight Club, which should have been the easiest to find. I try to support local businesses, but when they offer such poor customer service, at least to mangy looking stoners like myself, they don't make it easy. They over charged me about two dollars too, but it's a small price to pay.
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Several hours later, I did it again. I left the post unfinished and have returned.
Jackie Brown is a good movie.
It's after midnight now. I'm still sober, but I feel anxious. I have a six-pack here, but that's only a start. But by the time I'm finished with it, everything will be closed. Should I walk to the local bar, spend my last few dollars on a few more drinks before I hit the six-pack? No, I'd be too tired to finish my beer after all the walking. No point. I'm a little dizzy, and warm. I think I may be genuinely sick. I hope it's not Crohn's related. Then again, could be worse.
I'm probably going to drink the beer and play mega man 9 some more. Maybe take a flexeril if I'm feeling too sober. I still have benadryl lying around, but I don't want to even start with that right now. Hard enough dealing with cigarette and marijuana addiction, not to mention this blooming hereditary alcoholism.
I've been coughing quite uncomfortably as of late. Perhaps the yetis I smoke are the reason. See the video;
Now, I think the problem may be two-fold. One; the combination of marijuana and tobacco is more harmful than either apart, maybe. Marijuana, because THC is an expectorant, makes you cough. So, you are less likely to acquire residue in your lungs from smoking weed than your are from tobacco. Ever notice, that if you smoke cigarettes all day, then smoke some weed with no tobacco in it, you seem to cough up the tar from all the cigarettes from earlier in the day. Now, with the combination of the two, the weed is 'smoothed-out' by the tobacco, making it easier to hold in your toke for a long time without coughing. But, the drawback is, the tar and gunk stays in, at least for a little while.
The second drawback is the actual popping action of the smoking process. You see, the yeti uses a small puck of tobacco, ideally not burned, as a screen for your weed smoking. Because you are using a bong, once the marijuana on top is burned, you inhale sharply to pull the tobacco down the tube, into the water, extinguishing it, and simultaneously clearing the chamber without having to remove the bowl or uncover a 'choke hole'. This produces a variable head rush, depending on the smoker's tobacco use, skill at smoking yetis, and upkeep of materials.
If your tube gets all gunked up, which it will if you do any amount of yetis, it can be hard to pop the yeti. Sometimes, the tobacco will burn, and slide down the tube, not reaching the water, and just harshing the chamber instead of clearing it with fresh air. Sometimes the seal is no longer as tight as it was at the bottle, and this can cause you to frantically move the tube around, trying to get a good seal. This is quite common, as yetis must be done one at a time, and thus, the tube is frequently pulled in and out of the bottle, leading to wear on the seal.
The main reason for smoking yetis initially, was to prevent wasting weed. You only load one hit at a time, but you can have 15 or so ready to go quite easily if you get good at 'racking' them. The head rush element I suppose played a role, but as I started to smoke cigarettes as well as cannabis, yetis have lost their head rush effect. Over time though, I have become quite found of the ritual of preparation. The grinding of the weed, the cutting of the smoke, the changing of the water, the dabbing the tube into the weed, trying to maximize airflow while still packing in a lot of weed. The sound of the bubbles, getting slightly louder just before it's time to pop it. The rhythm of a succession of yetis done one after another, like meditation. I often find myself singing while I do yetis, or reaching for my guitar. So, the point is not necessarily to conserve weed anymore, but perhaps, to prolong the intake. To enjoy the consumption over a longer period of time.
Judging by the length of this yeti rant that I wrote up rather quickly, I've got a lot to say about my marijuana consumption, if I stop and think about it. I will see how this post reads in a few days, to see if this is something I should try and flesh out, or leave buried, at least for the time being. In the meantime, I will digest my thoughts, maybe hit the books a bit, for a little hard copy reading. May random find you well, and Marc man, don't forget to buy papers!
