I love the King Palm goji wraps. They taste good. They’re made of berries. It’s neat. I can’t traditionally roll to save my life, but I can make goji cones and pack over a gram in them. I gotta get some more flavors.

I’m a millennial and changed my name. I don’t know why your relative wants to be called something new. There are thousands of possible reasons. You could ask them directly. If they’re autistic, there’s a very good chance they’ll be happy to tell you their thought process in direct and concrete terms. You could also attempt to compromise by calling them “Cal” which is a more normal name. Denying them without understanding is pretty much the worst move >_>

I posted a whole rant about this before I saw your comment. Suffice to say, I entirely agree. It’s one of his worst moments. What an asshole.

Fuck Elon Musk, but this is one of Jim’s worst moments in that show. If someone comes back from an extended therapy program with a set of tools and techniques they are using to solidify and remind themselves of the changes they have made to themselves and their lives, and one of them is as simple as asking you to use the other half of their legal name as their short form moniker, you have to be a an asshole not to do so. So yeah, call Musky’s new sinking ship whatever you want, but don’t be Jim Halpert about it, because Drew never crossed the line in anger again. /rantover

Having a significant affinity for any part of the body is paraphilia. Boobs and ass are no more complete women than feet. They’re all stand ins for whole women and sexual experiences. They’re all libido cues for different people for different reasons. As someone with all of these parts, male sexual fixation feels the same regardless. I don’t see a meaningful difference and usually can’t tell what part of my body people are staring at.

The horrific opportunity cost inherent to having a billionaire class.

Blood Diner, because it’s actually about a trans man who helps his dead uncle become his living aunt. It’s easy to lose track of the fact that this is a movie about two transitions in the chaos of the ancient blood cult, vegan diner that serves human meat, wrestling with Jimmy Hitler, and all that, but it’s all in there. Blood Diner was decades ahead of its time. I watch it a few times a year. Watch it as a double feature with Frankenhooker and pretend they’re modern experimental indie movies. Frankenhooker is a feminist masterpiece.

My advice is don’t even try to roll them traditionally. Without putting in any weed, wet one of the short sides and roll it tightly around the tip. Try to keep it cone shaped and wide, but I had success widening mine with the back end of a sharpie. Let it dry like that, and the wet rolled portion will stick together well enough to fill it like a pre-made cone. I cut a plastic straw into a sort of scooping and loading tool and used my sharpie to pack it. I went from “I don’t roll because my hands are stupid” to the goji queen because these let me use process and procedure to get around my lack of fine motor skills <_<

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Oohh. I like this. I’ve been bothered by the rise of gambling in different packaging in the world over the last decade. We really should be acknowledging that gambling is different from gaming, separating them meaningfully. Are toy department shelves still full of child gambling reandom toy bullshit too? I haven’t had reason or opportunity to pay attention to that for a few years.

This is actually profoundly advanced AI. It’s making depression memes. It took humans decades to get from the invention of memes to quality depression meme content like wet ennui sandwich.

You really can’t tell if you don’t know the person. I have a bright, weird personality and ADHD and work at a dispensary. People often think I’m high, assume that it’s part of my vibe, but I’m strictly no THC during the day. Meanwhile, one of my most down to earth, serious, no nonsense coworkers does dabs before work and on all her breaks. Nobody thinks she is high all the time, but she’s often the most THC filled person in the building.

I’ll never not upvote Loss. I will always love Loss.

i think the more you’re around it the more your brain starts to tune out the “basic” weed smell that every strain has and focus on the more subtle differences.

The number of times I’ve come across some incredible smelling strain that smells like straight candy to me and I’ll have one of my non-smoker or casual smoking friends smell it only to shrug and say “IDK smells like weed” lol

This is so real. I work in a dispensary. Before this, I could tell wildly different strains apart. I usually bought on the darkweb before rec and knew what I was getting. But if they’d substituted one Blueberry cross for another, they would have gotten away with it. Now I smell weed and read packaging 35-40 hours a week paid, plus whatever I do for my own use.

Now you might be able to get away swapping Blueberry Cookies for Blueberry Muffin, but you’re not gonna get me with Blueberry Headband. Mendo Butter smells kinda buttery, and the smell my wife calls balloons is what most growers call banana.

I also advise anyone exploring weed to take the indica/sativa/hybrid distinction with a very, very large grain of salt.

This drives me crazy sometimes, because terps and minor cannabinoids play a huge part in strain specific effects, but aren’t dictated strictly by those three categories. Those categories are dictated by genetic percentages, not what those genes provided. And a lot of budget weed is so low on terps and minors that it basically is all the same. But dumbass customers who think they know everything only know those three things and don’t believe that terps and minors do anything. So I can’t tell them that the hybrid with 2% Myrcene, 1% Nerolidol, and 2% CBN is gonna be better for sleep than the 60:40 indica in the blue bottle with total terps and minors adding up to less than 2%. Cannabis labeling and education has a long way to go.

Right? Shit politicians too. Ron DeSantis got me rootin’ for fucking Disney. I hate Disney in general, but I wish they’d play more serious Illuminati hardball with DeSantis.

Look for something with a lot of Humulene. Humulene suppresses appetite and can counteract the munchies. I have a live resin cart with a bunch of Humulene that works for me. I also have an occasional customer who is older and will forget to eat if she has too much Humulene.

You have a lot of learning to do about enlightenment. Gutei cut off a motherfucker’s finger to get him a little closer to enlightenment. Violence is inherent to true enlightenment. When the enlightened meet the buddha, they will kill the buddha.

I’m stoned as all fuck and read “ninja soldiers” several times >_> I was trying to figure out the joke. I’m going to hell.

You’ve declared someone you disagree with is making things up while criticizing the debate skills and tactics of those who disagree with you. What a fucking joke. You got some peer reviewed numbers to support your position about votes and arguments? Because from where I’m sitting, this nonsensical notion that people vote rigorously based on debate acumen and never with their emotions and libido along the lines of their existing beliefs is just as much a made up story. I’m not going to find numbers for a bad faith participant like you, but we already know people vote for real, important, world changing things with their emotions. The idea that the general populace is wildly more reasonable and responsible when the votes don’t matter at all is ludicrous.

Fuck off. You’re exactly the fucking same. If it didn’t happen to you, it doesn’t exist! Childish.