So this is a little weird; I’ve been having nap attacks. I know, it sounds like a panel in a Garfield cartoon with at least one exclamation point. It’s the attack bit. I used to play this game with my dogs where my hand would be a snapping monster under the comforter and when a dog would go for it I’d exclaim “Pit Bull attack” though I don’t speak in exclamation points.
When I accidentally got bit harder than intended and say something terrifying like ouch, well, different dogs reacted differently. With both Levi and Herschel, both dense creatures (that is to say there was a lot of dog packed into their dog suits) with the incredible good taste in humans to be rather fond of me, there was apologetic mauling and face licking and the apology was always much more grievous than the offense. Pit bull attack often came out in-between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. For you kids that’d be PBABULMMFAO.
Nap attacks aren’t funny at all. By the time I realize I’m under attack one eye is already gone and the other flying at half mast, prematurely going all REM (yes, the half mast eye is losing it’s religion , O, that inconstant orb …).
Um, to either clear up or make more opaque, my life hasn’t really been sucking, it’s just that the parts that have seriously not sucked (figuratively, ahem) have confidentiality issues, but, you know, it really really doesn’t suck with deliberate and powerful non suckiness.
Even so, the nap attacks are happening. All the usual suspects? They have alibis. That one thing that happened to you that one time? Not that either. The answer I’ve accepted, more out of just accepting an answer than being convinced, is that the Prilosec I’ve been on for almost a month now begins to, once it reachs an effective serum level, enhance the effects of benzodiazapams, from whose class two of my sleeping medications come from. Yeah, I don’t know, yesterday I laid down for four naps and two others came on me where I sat.
Somewhere in all those things I dismissed in the paragraph above is an adjunct and/or auxiliary ex parte sidebar (yeah, I painted myself into a corner with that sentence, there wasn’t a graceful way out); it’s not like a nap is interrupting anything. Hmmm, yeah, it’s not like any given nap at any given moment, because lets be clear, nap attacks are plural, are interrupting anything. Still that’s not a causation, if someone were to tell me that at any given moment thirty two percent of all mammals have nothing better to do I think, at least for the sake of argument, readily concede to statistic (in fact the only argument against I can think of is ’32 percent huh? Really? You just pull that number out of your ass? Because I’m positive it’s only 29.7354 percent taking into account infants an ancients and, you know, bears.’)
So, the big thing in the PV world now is building your own atomizer. The online stores fuck with you about it too, warning how amateurs should not try to do it and it’s very dangerous and maybe you should go play on the monkey bars but just the lower rungs. Like everyone else who is just like me (and it’s a bit scary to think how many that might be, I’m thinking around 19.42 percent) I’ve been thinking about building my own. The thing that has been stopping me is just that one word that although it doesn’t exclusively come as the word of reason, when it does decide to be the word of reason it’s very sober about it; Why. Why indeed.
See I can tell you why I build my own computers, it has nothing to do with pride, I could tell you haredawg blooper stories to prove how much it doesn’t have to do with pride, I mean, maybe a little, on the first one … um, first completed one … but not on the subsequent countless ones thereafter (No, I don’t go through computers quickly, I have friends you know. Real ones, made out of carbon and everything). Factory rolled computers are shoddy, proprietary, and if they had butts they’d have poopy butts. Thrift might have been a reason once, but even in those weird vortexs of that industry where it was cheaper to build a high end computer than buy a shitty one, the money just goes into fancier shit. I mean I’ve never needed to do water-cooling but it sounds like it’d be fun. I assume I’d have to prepare to do two, the first one being that of which we never speak of again.
But the only possible benefit to building your own atomizer would be if you wanted, six months ago, to go sub-ohm. Seriously, someone who doesn’t know what that means really shouldn’t build their own and might want to be careful making toast or turning up the car stereo. (Ok, sorry, that was snarky, just saying, the online vendors do have a bit of a point about KSA levels (knowledge, skills and abilities))The thing is they factory roll sub ohm coils for factory rolled tanks and they are a lot less expensive and really hard to short out or blow yourself up with. I think some folks just like piercing body parts and saying shit like “I smoked some watermelon absinthe through my scorpion mod running a sub ohm atty and cranked the wattage to thirty. Man, that, um, sure made the same amount of smoke. Wanna have a latte and read comics?”
I guess that’s the thing, it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. Pretty much just one person suggesting the juice tastes better or lasts longer or some kind of plausible reason that doesn’t involve a lab coat and calling your cat Igor.
Yeah, I should probably take a nap.
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