Weird fact: there's kind of a divide in the car fucker community where the guys (it's all guys) who full on fuck the cars tend to be straight (and accordingly treat the cars as feminine) but the guys who get off on breathing in exhaust fumes/smoke tend to be gay (and accordingly have fantasies about other men revving their cars into their faces). There's definitely something psychosexual going on there.
New weed vape batteries (the $18-ish actual vape units, with a cartridge in about the size of a pen) that seem to have much improved airflow, consumes the cartridge maybe 1.2x faster but for 1.5x effect
Hm, when I say LA and early Portland parts of my life are starting to become mixed up in memory really that’s late LA after I started going to the dojo. Earlier stuff I can remember by thinking directly about the time but like, people or bars I knew then won’t populate general “people (or bars) I’ve known” memory lists
Stalin’s USSR = most woke nation to ever exist. You heard it here first, folks.
Imagine, for a moment, trying to figure out what the fuck is being measured on a scale where the USSR is a 10 and Portland, Oregon is an 8 without the excruciating knowledge of the hyperspecific neuroses of fascists over the past decade
In what is the most stereotypical Vibecamp thing ever, one of the very first people I chatted up turned out to be a psychedelic therapy researcher, and one of the various bits of info he conveyed to me was that LSD is not considered at all useful for psychedelic therapy, because “it doesn’t take”, i.e. the effects are not permanent enough to be therapeutically useful. He said that this has been fairly solidly confirmed by VA researchers, who do not fuck around with hippie bullshit and actually approach this subject with a high degree of rigor, so I found it hilarious that the stereotype of “guy who has a lifechanging explosion of loving kindness on high doses of LSD, and then immediately goes back to getting pissed at people in traffic and voting straight-ticket Republican” has now been Confirmed by Science.
Crash landing my gyrocopter directly in front of a Michelin star restaurant and stepping out completely unscathed, handing the keys to a valet who takes my spot in the wreckage and is immediately impaled by a metal rod and bleeds out in the cockpit
