It’s been a strange week. My energy has been off, I mean that in a literal sense, but also in the pseudo figurative sense . I mean pseudo figurative because you can’t really ever insist that other sorts of energies exist, though, it’s obvious in someone else, you can’t them. For one thing their energy is off so they aren’t really listening and for another we always assume we know more about what is going on with ourselves than someone who is not ourselves. Hmmm, see? Energy is off. I’m sure there’s a less clumsy way of saying that using the English language, which (that?)I am damn near fluent in (with? Of?), but it hurts my pretty head. Let’s change it to a singular personal pronoun shall we (shant we?)?
I assume I know more about what is going with me than you do. Hmmm, less clumsy, not quite as accurate. We it was inclusive there was a bell curve that we all got to claim a chunk of, when it’s just me, it’s only true sometimes, probably more often than I’m aware of, but, still … I could say You assume you know more about what is going on with you than I do, and, though more accurate because it’s more inclusive it’s hostile and arrogant. Hmmm, so that’s the one we’ll go with. Your energy is way off man and/or ma’am.
I’ve gone personal vapor batshit and a little whisky/whiskey/bourbon batshit. I’d keep some sort of PV blog but those folks really bug me. I’m moving out to the fringe of that group and am a bit embarrassed about it. Out here in the perimeter we is stoned immaculate (Doors). It’s electro geeks and steam punks on the fringe, I should be too old for this, but, shit, if it were baseball cards I’d be effer-fucking-vescent, charming, quirky. The bloated middle is a noisy political group that, honestly, remind me of my ex wife, no, not her, the first one. I swear to god she became a lesbian not because she liked pussy (who doesn’t?) be so she could be a persecuted minority. Boy did she pick a bad time and place, last couple of decades of the previous millennium in Portland the fuck Oregon everyone was a lesbian, hell, I experimented with lesbianism in college.
Sorry, just trying to be funny. Sort of. I mean that’s all true except the part that’s my opinion but it’s my true opinion. Oh, and I was only married to a lesbian in college.
I’m also a little shocked to discover how many people are vaping in addition to smoking. That’s a political agenda one is best keeping their mouth shut about. I mean that’s like walking around with a sign protesting Roe V Wade, no matter how strong your convictions or how good of a point you think you have, it’s been a done deal and it’s going to stay a done deal. You have the wrong energy man and/or ma’am.
I couldn’t do that, I know I couldn’t. I think I could probably safely smoke an ocassional cigar or pipe but I don’t because I’m a suspicious source. When I was smoking cigerettes an occasional pipe or cigar was actually healthy; it was time awake that I wasn’t smoking a cigarette.
It makes it hard for folks who want to, can, or are using e-cigs or PV’s as their own smoking cessation program. Sure, it’s using nicotine, but every plan except white knuckling that actually works does use nicotine. It’s not really the drug. I think it’s something like three days with another backlash at like five days for the physical addiction part to be over. With alcohol it’s even shorter, I mean for the drug to be out of the bloodstream and the physical craving to, um, still be physical. It’d be a hell of a lot less grief if they just made tobacco illegal. It wouldn’t stop the hard core (me) but it’d sure settle down all the noise, of course half the states of the lower eastern seaboard would go bankrupt …
And that’s basically what I’m doing, vaping instead of smoking and I’ve cut the nicotine level down as low as it can go and still have nicotine in it. But, shit, you know, I’m compulsive. I follow the tech. I’m not big on fads or trends, but I do like my fringe. I poked my fingers bloodly making little coils for a rebuildable atomizer, put it on an ohm meter, messed with it until it hit a workable resistance and viola! Four times the trouble, twice the cost(though I got it half off, so, you know, one times the cost)! Does it work better? Um, psychologically I’m sure it does. In fact psychologically messing with coils works better than those look alike e-cigs that are suck activated.
Hmmm, ok, I’ve got the wrong energy, and I’ll never shut up. The best stuff I’ve drank lately, best new stuff; An eight year old single grain Irish and a very well aged south seas rum.
Man and/or ma’am, somebodies energy is off.
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