All the stuff, all day long
Jul. 17th, 2004 09:51 pm1am: went to bed.
3am: still listening to the house
4am: probably sleeping
6am: get up, put dog out, put out kid breakfast for when she wakes. back to bed.
6am-8am: snuggles and nekkedness
8am: schlep out of bed, grog around
9:30-ish: coffee has sunk in. I am thinking about the day.
10am: laundry, go through more pictures, etc.
11am: leave for bristol to do errands with storm
11:45am-12:30pm: do errands. Dangle toes in pool with storm.
1:15pm: back in JC. more laundry. more pretending with storm.
3pm: measuring bedroom, planning its rebirth. design 30 linear foot of shelf space, estimate costs. sketch new furniture layouts, calculate walkway widths... determine the dressers *must* be on the same wall.
4:30pm: take advantage of kids being outside. wink wink nudge nudge.
5pm: sketch bedroom on computer, play with paint schemes, give up. burnout!
5:30pm: coffee levels dangerously low. mid-flight refueling.
6pm: mill about restlessly, dabble on computer
6:30pm: ok, dammit, I need to do something. grab camera gear, head out.
6:45pm: at the Highway Boutique. Nice pocket gram scales! And the blown glass pipes are sweet. But all I want is an incense holder. I have ashes all over my dresser. Acquire incense unit.
7pm: head uptown in search of something to point camera at. Remember old bus I saw from the highway. set out in search of same.
7:15pm: bingo. took just a few pics, then got chased off of private property by humorless peniscranium. It's a freaking parking lot. whatever.
7:30pm: back downtown. i find the groove. pics ensue.
8:45pm: rain. crap. oh well. parking garage doesn't offer much of interest, so start "going home" sequence. besides, there is guy walking in tight circles cursing in a very animate fashion near my car. I don't think he realizes I'm there, decide its best to keep it that way.
8:55pm: a-Krogering we will go. cops everywhere, broken glass everywhere, can't quite piece it together. I avail myself of half-and-half and chocolate. walk through beer isle. decide I can do better than that.
9:05pm: stop by liquor store. Alt's been making cosmopolitans, I've been feeling left out. get stuff I like... rum, tequilla, triple sec. scary looking bald guy comes in, tries talking shopkeeper into giving him alcohol because he just spent 485 days in jail and he's broke and just wants to get drunk. why was he in the slammer? killed somebody while dui. amazingly, shop keeper won't comply. so dude starts on me instead. I tell him no. he persists. I tell him "You misunderstand: No, as in it will never happen. give it up."
9:15pm: starting to realize it's the night of the freaks. I'm waiting at the light and this guy that can best be described as "druid-looking" comes running up the centerline towards my car, black robes to his ankle, hood covering his face. Pauses next to my window, gives me this ben kenobi 'these aren't the droids you're looking for' wave, and crosses the street to enter Taco Bell.
9:30pm: back at home. super-yummy, medium hot, sausage stuffed bananna peppers greet me for dinner. thanks dahling! make super-yummy rum and vanilla coke to cool it off. creamy goodness. make one for melz too.
9:35pm: LJ'ing! Several people have reposted or linked to my post from last night. cool. I write this post. :)
Now you're all caught up. I'll process pictures soon.
3am: still listening to the house
4am: probably sleeping
6am: get up, put dog out, put out kid breakfast for when she wakes. back to bed.
6am-8am: snuggles and nekkedness
8am: schlep out of bed, grog around
9:30-ish: coffee has sunk in. I am thinking about the day.
10am: laundry, go through more pictures, etc.
11am: leave for bristol to do errands with storm
11:45am-12:30pm: do errands. Dangle toes in pool with storm.
1:15pm: back in JC. more laundry. more pretending with storm.
3pm: measuring bedroom, planning its rebirth. design 30 linear foot of shelf space, estimate costs. sketch new furniture layouts, calculate walkway widths... determine the dressers *must* be on the same wall.
4:30pm: take advantage of kids being outside. wink wink nudge nudge.
5pm: sketch bedroom on computer, play with paint schemes, give up. burnout!
5:30pm: coffee levels dangerously low. mid-flight refueling.
6pm: mill about restlessly, dabble on computer
6:30pm: ok, dammit, I need to do something. grab camera gear, head out.
6:45pm: at the Highway Boutique. Nice pocket gram scales! And the blown glass pipes are sweet. But all I want is an incense holder. I have ashes all over my dresser. Acquire incense unit.
7pm: head uptown in search of something to point camera at. Remember old bus I saw from the highway. set out in search of same.
7:15pm: bingo. took just a few pics, then got chased off of private property by humorless peniscranium. It's a freaking parking lot. whatever.
7:30pm: back downtown. i find the groove. pics ensue.
8:45pm: rain. crap. oh well. parking garage doesn't offer much of interest, so start "going home" sequence. besides, there is guy walking in tight circles cursing in a very animate fashion near my car. I don't think he realizes I'm there, decide its best to keep it that way.
8:55pm: a-Krogering we will go. cops everywhere, broken glass everywhere, can't quite piece it together. I avail myself of half-and-half and chocolate. walk through beer isle. decide I can do better than that.
9:05pm: stop by liquor store. Alt's been making cosmopolitans, I've been feeling left out. get stuff I like... rum, tequilla, triple sec. scary looking bald guy comes in, tries talking shopkeeper into giving him alcohol because he just spent 485 days in jail and he's broke and just wants to get drunk. why was he in the slammer? killed somebody while dui. amazingly, shop keeper won't comply. so dude starts on me instead. I tell him no. he persists. I tell him "You misunderstand: No, as in it will never happen. give it up."
9:15pm: starting to realize it's the night of the freaks. I'm waiting at the light and this guy that can best be described as "druid-looking" comes running up the centerline towards my car, black robes to his ankle, hood covering his face. Pauses next to my window, gives me this ben kenobi 'these aren't the droids you're looking for' wave, and crosses the street to enter Taco Bell.
9:30pm: back at home. super-yummy, medium hot, sausage stuffed bananna peppers greet me for dinner. thanks dahling! make super-yummy rum and vanilla coke to cool it off. creamy goodness. make one for melz too.
9:35pm: LJ'ing! Several people have reposted or linked to my post from last night. cool. I write this post. :)
Now you're all caught up. I'll process pictures soon.
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on 2004-07-18 09:16 am (UTC)I'm forever typing "confusted," too. I don't know why. I'm not high.
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on 2004-07-18 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-19 06:52 am (UTC)Of course, Ashcroft considers any of this a Federal crime, and prosecutes B-list celebrities to make his point:
http://www.lacitybeat.com/article.php?id=442&IssueNum=26
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on 2004-07-19 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-19 02:17 pm (UTC)- gov't could tax it
- gov't (or someone) could regulate it (hence, those wanting to buy "stronger" or "weaker" pot would have access to info about it's strength)
- hemp is a remarkably useful crop that is also outlawed because (as I understand it) it's virtually indistinguishable from the higher-THC-containing marijuana, a closely related plant. To be able to legally grow an extremely renewable plant (there's a reason it's called "weed") for things like paper, rope, fabric, and food and cosmetics makes a heck of a lot of sense.
Of course, there's the risk of abuses of the drug becoming even more widespread. I have no idea whether that outweighs the benefits of legalization or not....
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on 2004-07-19 07:09 am (UTC)Possession: 0 - 1 year; $1,000: Third offense: 1 - 5 years; $5,000
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on 2004-07-19 07:04 am (UTC)Drug paraphernalia is defined in U.S. Code Title 21, Section 863 as, "any equipment, product, or material of any kind which is primarily intended or designed for use in manufacturing, compounding, converting, concealing, producing, processing, preparing, injecting, ingesting, inhaling, or otherwise introducing into the human body a controlled substance . . ."
Under TN law, posession of drug paraphernalia gets you 0 - 1 year in jail; $2,500 fine. Selling it gets you 1 - 6 years in jail, $3,000 fine. So I don't know how they can sell that stuff.
I imagine because each item can have other uses, but when you're selling scales in the same display as pipes and bongs and cannibis leaf t-shirts, it's rather obvious what the intent is.
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on 2004-07-19 02:08 pm (UTC)My Grandpa never smoked tobacco with a water bong. :-) Just sayin'.
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on 2004-07-19 08:27 am (UTC)HAHAHAHAHA
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on 2004-07-19 02:10 pm (UTC)I've heard the full moon brings out the "weirdos", but that night it was the new moon that did it.
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on 2004-07-20 12:26 pm (UTC)(asks misterx, who was born on Friday the 13th)
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on 2004-07-20 01:36 pm (UTC)(Answers dampscribbler, who was born under a new moon and whose first birthday was Friday the 13th)
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on 2004-07-20 02:19 pm (UTC)I'm old-ish. We'll leave it at that. :)
So, are you Sept. or Nov.? I looked at your profile but didn't see your bd up there. I'm guessing September, you don't seem all that Scorpio to me, but then we've never met....
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on 2004-07-21 05:03 pm (UTC)