Self-care Saturday
I'll talk about it more in a pop culture round-up, but I'm halfway through the 2nd season of The Bear and GOD IT'S SO GOOD.
I bought some delta 11 gummies from Binoid; I really like the vape. I still have about a dozen gummies (some delta 8 and some a blend of different cannabinoids), but decided I should get some before the end of June. Several weeks ago I got this weird, panicked email from Troposphere Vapes, whose mailing list I wound up on because I bought some nicotine vape juice there years ago. I don't vape nicotine anymore but never bothered to unsubscribe because they don't send too many emails. Anyway, it was something about the state lege deciding to make delta 8 illegal and it goes into effect by the end of June.
Now, that does sound like the puritanical assholes running our state, and I've been assuming that would happen when Jeff Landry inevitably becomes our next governor later this year (Louisiana has weird, odd-year elections for governor). But I haven't heard this from any other sources, including the 2 other local dispensaries whose mailing lists I'm on. And Troposphere kind of has a history of sending these histrionic emails; I remember getting a few during the vaping moral panic a few years back.
So who knows, but I decided to get some gummies just to hedge my bets. I'm not too worried either way, because I have tons of friends in blue states, including my sister (California) and brother (Illinois) who would be more than happy to receive my orders and re-send them my way. I'm probably going to do that later this year anyway, because I want to try the amanita chocolate (they take out the part that makes people, you know, violently ill), and selling amanita as an edible product isn't legal here. (But selling alcohol in drive-throughs is fine!) I can't do that until it's cooler, though.
I had a haircut this afternoon so I was in downtown Lafayette and as usual I had time to kill. There was some kind of pride event happening, and I could hear someone yelling as I walked closer. It was some jerk yelling shit from the Bible, which sucks, but it was also just one person, which is kind of encouraging. People were mostly ignoring him, but as I rounded the corner I heard "--according to Ecclesiastes--" and I couldn't help yelling LITERALLY NO ONE CARES. Now, I am the youngest member of a family that, at its height, was 7 people. Yelling was frequently the only way I could get attention. So I can yell pretty loud.
I got a few whoops and a TELL IT BABY GIRL in reply. Jesus, what an exhausting way to live. And it's like 96 degrees today. Dude's gonna give himself heatstroke. For what? Ain't like anybody at a pride event is gonna hear some lone nut yelling gibberish and decide to live a lie. People like that don't actually care if people they think of as sinners quit sinning, they just want to try and ruin their fun.
This is the forest primeval is the opening line to Longfellow's Evangeline. It's one of those phrases I frequently get stuck running through my head.
I did this on the summer solstice.
From Auguries of Innocence by William Blake
I bought some delta 11 gummies from Binoid; I really like the vape. I still have about a dozen gummies (some delta 8 and some a blend of different cannabinoids), but decided I should get some before the end of June. Several weeks ago I got this weird, panicked email from Troposphere Vapes, whose mailing list I wound up on because I bought some nicotine vape juice there years ago. I don't vape nicotine anymore but never bothered to unsubscribe because they don't send too many emails. Anyway, it was something about the state lege deciding to make delta 8 illegal and it goes into effect by the end of June.
Now, that does sound like the puritanical assholes running our state, and I've been assuming that would happen when Jeff Landry inevitably becomes our next governor later this year (Louisiana has weird, odd-year elections for governor). But I haven't heard this from any other sources, including the 2 other local dispensaries whose mailing lists I'm on. And Troposphere kind of has a history of sending these histrionic emails; I remember getting a few during the vaping moral panic a few years back.
So who knows, but I decided to get some gummies just to hedge my bets. I'm not too worried either way, because I have tons of friends in blue states, including my sister (California) and brother (Illinois) who would be more than happy to receive my orders and re-send them my way. I'm probably going to do that later this year anyway, because I want to try the amanita chocolate (they take out the part that makes people, you know, violently ill), and selling amanita as an edible product isn't legal here. (But selling alcohol in drive-throughs is fine!) I can't do that until it's cooler, though.
I had a haircut this afternoon so I was in downtown Lafayette and as usual I had time to kill. There was some kind of pride event happening, and I could hear someone yelling as I walked closer. It was some jerk yelling shit from the Bible, which sucks, but it was also just one person, which is kind of encouraging. People were mostly ignoring him, but as I rounded the corner I heard "--according to Ecclesiastes--" and I couldn't help yelling LITERALLY NO ONE CARES. Now, I am the youngest member of a family that, at its height, was 7 people. Yelling was frequently the only way I could get attention. So I can yell pretty loud.
I got a few whoops and a TELL IT BABY GIRL in reply. Jesus, what an exhausting way to live. And it's like 96 degrees today. Dude's gonna give himself heatstroke. For what? Ain't like anybody at a pride event is gonna hear some lone nut yelling gibberish and decide to live a lie. People like that don't actually care if people they think of as sinners quit sinning, they just want to try and ruin their fun.
This is the forest primeval is the opening line to Longfellow's Evangeline. It's one of those phrases I frequently get stuck running through my head.
I did this on the summer solstice.
From Auguries of Innocence by William Blake