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What a disaster – the written word is dying by the day… 

 

In my life, it’s not, but I guess that I am different from most YET AGAIN.

 

 

  

 

I worry because there are so many spelling errors these days in every part of society, even some that are intentional.  It’s hard to find someone that knows how to spell.  Some people don’t even use a spell checker, and that is not because they don’t need to like I don’t need to.  It’s because they don’t know they are making these mistakes and are too lazy to check!!! 

 

Are We going to go back to the days where people signed their statements etc with “X”? 

 

This is a ridiculous backsliding of intellect and education. Sure, I was one of the best in my School for Spelling Bees, and I am a frequent reader of the dictionary and thesaurus, but even I make mistakes.  I am worried that some of our culture will be lost and forgotten if We don’t act now to preserve this part of history and while We have been alive, which I am sure You would agree with Me, is an incredible time to be alive. 

 

I have been keeping a diary since the 1980’s, there are about 50+ volumes and more is added all the time.  I don’t write in there every day, just when I feel like relaxing.  It always sends Me to sleep if I’m in bed doing it, so it is good to solve a getting-to-sleep problem.  If I am worried or frustrated or questioning or wanting to think, I can do that while writing in my Diary.  It seems to make things all better if I am given adequate time.  My inner feelings eventually work something out that suits Me in order to move on in life and away from sadness or confusion. 

 

My handwriting is really neat and quiet unique.  Here’s a sample –

 

 

  

 

 It changes all the time and the way I write each letter has reason behind the way I write it like that unless it’s a total non-letter like I believe small r to be.  I never really can write it clearly enough for my own liking, and it is a pretty boring little letter.  :P 

 

I may’ve mentioned before that many things in history have been rediscovered by finding old letters and documents.  I can imagine finding a stash of 200 year old love letters, in a dark attic somewhere in Europe.  Awww….

 

 

  

 

Check out that your handwriting is still neat more often than just your signature!  It’s important.  There may not be a computer or phone around always!  If you are concerned about using paper as a bad thing for the environment, make your own paper out of old scraps like I do – 

 

  

 

Or buy 100% recycled paper.  And reuse that too!  If cash is tight and You are wanting to save some money, rip up envelopes or magazinges that are not otherwise useful.  My Grandpa used to write His sermon notes on envelopes the same size, stapled together.  If I ever took after a male relative, it would be Him. 

 

Remember how One would lose their skill at writing over the Summer holidays?  Imagine if You were not taught writing at all, or had it phased out of Your education… Apparently that is happening in one of Our wealthier countries.  I can’t imagine that many people in third world countires even know where to start with all of this… 

 

We have been given the ability to do it, so get to it… 

 

 

WRITE ON!

 

   

We know it's possible - the weather machine - if you don't agree - reasearch it.

We also know that

a) real estate is the number one tried and tested investment in society over the years

b) large corporations that take donations for AID also take a fair slice of profit.

So could the Haiti Disaster be ethnic cleansing?  The people that were killed are generally NOT Christian, like the big boys at the top of the Financial Cycle, and there was 80% HIV, causing problems for many....

So would they?  A coincidence?  I really am not one that has any secret information on this, it was just a drunken theory a friend and I came up with.

I am not impressed when people say it was Karma, particularly when nothing else is Karma to them.

OK so don't appear at my door and take me away, you Multinationals, I've got shit on you that will stick regardless of my life.  Also a soothing sense of being able to help the situation for everybody!  There is no need to be violent!!!!!

gee - if I didn't think there was something socially pressing about appearing before the end of 2009, I wouldn't be doing it.

thankyou to all the shitheads that I have come accross this year for making my life more punishing.

Of Course, There Were Some Darlings...  mmmm ;)

Like drugs or not, I am an experienced drug taker and yes, I admit that drugs are more powerful than me, whether I like this fact or not.  In time, I think I will like it, but for now perhaps it cheeses me to admit defeat.

Drugs fuck up aspects of my life that nothing else can touch, in a negating way.  Well - except medical treatment from a professional - but why should they waste their time with me because I took too much E, when they could be saving people who had geniune illness or disability?

If you seek hard drugs as an option regularly, you are obviously not comfortable with who you really are.  said before and I will say it again - drugs are a social crutch - that includes alcohol, cigarettes, abused prescriptions.

I had the misfortune this year of having something that changed my life happen to me!

I was in soooooo much pain with an issue I will not talk about here, and I overdosed myself on Opium-based pain killers.  This proved too much for me in a psychotic way, and still didn't stop the pain, so I was having this awesome drug trip, with heaps and heaps of pain which really really was so awful.  I couldn't handle being by myself and needed medical treatment, but I was so out of it I couldn't find the phone............

The Story goes on and eventually I get an AMBULANCE.  In that situation, that was exactly what I needed, dial 000 here in Australia!

And from now on - I may smoke some pot everynowandagain but, I will never touch Opium based products ever again!  yuk!  I've given up smoking too, haven't been a drinker in a while - too toxic for my pure system....

I know there is a boost in Heroin on the streets at the moment.  And if you want to listen to Me, Today I will say - don't do Heroin, and just because you are doing another type of drug, it doesn't make it okay - like I'm not saying "do ice instead"  - don't do anything that wrecks your beautiful beautiful unique individual personality, that everyone wants to see shine through.

Remember, the best and highest MAGIK is done without any type of drug at all..........

but do what you will...

and so will I......

and I won't judge you, you will still be my friend xoxo

INSHALLAH!

Saving the city we can never forget

 

Blood and War in the skies

 

Avoiding the passionate cries

 

Years’ desire overcomes any need

 

bought about by a maniac

 

To haunt the world

 

 

And turn it back

 

To the way things were

 

Long before

 

They have not forgotten

 

And will never give in

 

The ways of yesterday

 

 

"Lo and behold,

Christmas came around again the next year, I got the same card three times, all with the same simple greeting and I couldn't make out the signers name they must've pumped out their christmas cards so quick! 

I love it when someone has handmade a card and written a personal inscription.  I feel blessed by the person who must be thinking of me at this wonderful time of year.

Chriz should be a personal time, this year, I'm going to write everyone a letter, which is nothing unusual, but during the last two years I've done surveying as to who keeps their cards and letters, and who does not!  Many many people do not - straight to the recycling or bin.  Like me, some do keep them.  I keep all the letters, and the cards I like the most.  The other cards don't even get recycled, I reuse them to make FBs or put a cute Chrix picture on a letter or envelope.

The interesting thing that I think is worth a mention - many things in history have been confirmed by letters found that were written at the time, family news, travelling news, weather news - it's all there in letters!  PLUS photos!  Some people store their letters away, especially love letters or secret affairs!

These days letters can be parcels filled with all sorts of multi media too...  Gee, someone could send me an IPod they've programmed especially for me! 

I have got all sorts of things in the mail from my pals, too...  they are all such wonderful and caring people, always there with advice and a helpful word.

I really recommend that everyone try their hand at writing a letter and mailing it in the post - I know I'd like to get a letter from ya

There are these "things" we letter writers "swap" - they are called "FBs" - it is no relation to Facebook, although some of the people are all over that, too; LOL.  Very very social animals are us letter writers and we like to make new friends.  So we make and swap booklets called

 "Friendship Books" 

where we get new names and very brief information about people that may be interested in the same thing.

If you are interested in getting a pal you can do one of two things - leave your name address and details in the comments section for people to write to you.  email me if you want to have some Friendship Books sent to you.  Briefly tell me what you are looking for to make it easier for yourself.

This is not a paid service.  It does not come with guarantees.  It is okay to use a PO Box.  Your information is private with me if you enquire about getting some Friendship Books.

well - dude - that's all from me for now, I'm going to put some pics up in a gallery now - look out for what i've been up to and if you're in the photo - we don't have the "fancy" tagging mechanism Facebook does :)

hello all, how are you going?

here I am fine, all goes well!

been starting my Christmas Shopping, and am still deciding whether or not to send out cards this year.  It is prolly too late to handmake as many as I would need, so that option is over for this year, unless I get a big burst of energy, which does not seen likely.

Since being in hospital, I have been really slow with everything.  Taking it easy, literally - ha!  My excuse to be lethargic and stay away from the world.  Ah - the marvel of modern technology - I can be a recluse and still stay in contact.

But I don't - I find the computer really boring these days, mostly; I rarely use it to contact people except for quick messages.  Sure!  I definitely use it to flog my ethos and research things too, but that is pretty common now.

I think that the story is beginning to unfold, rather than just notes about it.  Should be interesting, I imagine that will create a furor!

I can't decide who I am in love with, I think it is the guy I am suspicous of, rather than anyone else who comes into mind fleetingly.  Sure, I am looking for love that will last a little longer than an hour (not for sex, you dirtyz, just in thought) ...

So many men come to mind in those hours, I wish I had time set aside to research THAT, but as yet I still don't even have the time aside to research the one I am suspicious of, or is that few?  Well, I am telling the story and quite frankly I like to lie a lot so, we'll say it's one and you can believe what you will.

That's it - people don't have to know my business, your business or anyone else's business.  Omit telling anyone and the secret rarely gets out, does that make sense to you wordy, bragging types?

I think it is easy to hurt someone in this day and age, the slightest slip up can lead to people doing crazy things for what they supposed was right.

I don't like to think of anyone doing something to intentionally hurt someone else, yes, it has happened to me a lot as I expect it has happened to many.  There are so many people around who want to take revenge and act toward people spitefully.  As Khamal (sp?) says "Why are people so unkind?"

It is also hard to trust people in this age.  Where even people you have a sexual endeavour with can turn on you, and really they should be the most loving, or one of the most.

NAG NAG NAG BLAH BLAH BLAH

If you like someone, tell them you do, or be nice to them.  Maybe even send them a fake bunch of flowers on Fakebook?  But not to me, please!

It's all there for Us - and yet most refuse to see - We could be doing so much more with what We have and yet We let it rot and fester.  In Communications We use it to see what star is wearing whose dress and jewelry, and yet that same endeavour could be pumped into something of a similar kind but worth more to the spirit.

And I know that there are so many humans that I speak against, that like the glossy mags and Star-Chat... Hmmm, not for me thanks, I'm more of an Independant News Reader, or perhaps rely more so on Word of Mouth.  People forget about good ole Word Of Mouth when they design their systems that are to be implemented on people that are offended by what they are doing.

PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE

I have to be kind to them, whoever they are, whether it's a street slut to a world guru, to explain what I have to say takes listening time, and for that we are all equal, even if some of us have already had the Course Intro.

Just Be Kind to People, Please.

Be Kind and Do Good.

Which is simple... but yeah... it is worthy.

Do Good until you know what you are doing and then worry about what you are doing then.

Soldiers - I don't know how long it will be until I am able to post again - so Keep Safe, Take Care, do What YOU Can!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

why do i write so much?

because you are not here to talk about these things, so i philosophize on my own, on paper - for record.

i think about all the possiblities that fo around in my mind, discussing the most prevalent to me @ the time.  i  may veer off the topic; and also some of the things i don't dare to write, i do of course, not write.  unless it's a commitment for me to be true to what it all is.

 

i was a butterfly once, the reason I don't like things with painted or drawn butterflies on them is because none of them were as beautiful as I was.

I got caught in a net by a Professor who rejoiced his catch, then painlessly robbed me of my short life to display in a neat glass and wood box.  I can bet that I would still be there, in body only, if I know where that was.

get your CUSTOMER to beep twoce in the drive thru and give your $25 in notes along with your take-away food money and bingo you've got yourself an improve in sales and turnover.  We are clear what the idea of the $25 is for, eh, budd??!

 

 

The army grouped outside the enemies sight,  they had no sight, they were pathetic slaves to an unholy system who had the end of their climax coming all over their fat, beefy, lying and degrading faces. It was a last minute decision to try and win a game of poker to decide their fate. We sought out known poker sharks from the high and low lands, threw in a few magic wonders and knew the game couldn’t go their way.  Whatever they had would be all-in if they weren’t greedy. Trouble was upon us, they got superstitious on us and tried to raise Jesus to help them in their plight.  He wouldn’t come, He was on Our Side and now there were guns in front of them, they were surrounded. So what is it that would call this hell off?  YOU name the price, to me it is pricless…

 

 

what i have experienced in the last year...

 

the beginning of my blog, @ 2pm on 21/8/8, after i spent the morning connecting to the internet again in my own home, for the first time since 1996.

 

i have seen my plan for the future

 

i have had two extended opium stints

 

i have smoked pot on most of the days, there was one month that i didn't at all.

 

during 2009, i have had 16 alcohloic drink serves.

 

i have met someone who challenges my belief about love

 

i have my final diagnosis about the situation my brain is in - after 12 years and 5 different diagnosis, the now agreed one is "Scizophrenia-like-Epilepsy"

 

i discovered the world of facebook

 

got and gave the most prank calls/sms etc since i left high school

 

learnt heaps of new words and cultural sayings

 

learnt more about other cultures

 

kept in contact with the people i love, that i am allowed to love in public

 

had shit hallmark holidays all financial year 2008-2009, then there was 4/8/9!!!!!  wooooot woooooot

 

learnt to trust particular people, rather than trusting no-one at all.

 

grew a beautiful garden

 

improved my relationship with Scrubs, Mum and Kelly in particular, and I did indeed have a good relationship already!!!!

 

sought the Baghavad Gita for philosphical help and the Bible - particularly Psalms 1-14

 

spent a month in hospital

 

my self-opinion has blossomed again!

 

i've felt more like dressing up (yeah okay so what i am waering now is not dressy but it is damn comfortable for this purpose and no i don't have a web cam you perve)

 

found a suitable pain killer for my intolerable physical and mental pain.

 

found most men to be perverted and only sexually motivated.  very hard to get a decent conversation out of a guy these days and when I do, it ends sooner or later...

 

have not had sex or even kissed anyone on the lips.

 

found i am a really good fighter and have excellent self defense

 

learnt who my crew really are

 

have seen my dragons coming back, if they are not here already (they would've only been here for a few weeks)

 

seen some really shite things about people via facebook, including bullying, harassment, stalking, pretence, etc etc  but yes, do like to look up people i hate and look at their shit photos and laugh.

 

have become completely assured of my role in society

 

find it very difficult to want to go out in public, except to certain places, or where numbers of people are low.

 

had a great relationship with Jesus, James Dean, Ian Curtis (as always), Vishnu, Ganesh in particular.

 

Seen extreme ignorance

 

Seen extremely helpful people that have no reason to be helpful except by their own personal moral beliefs and customs in their culture.  kindness that goes beyond sending a flower arrangement, kindness that protects my life.

 

and i will think about the rest laterz.........

happy birthday to unleash the dragon on bigblog!  one year today!  thanks for all of your support!

precocious

allegiance

student

today is not so cold.  I like the temperature, and I have a new rug to sit on.  it's black faux fur, mmmm...

 

I feel really weary, just want to relax and do fuck all.  so many responsibilities to put off and few that are willing to understand why they are being deferred. 

 

Can't do everything...

 

Rome wasn't built in a day...

 

@ least there is enough food here to last me several milleniums, minus fresh juice and pop and cottage cheese... why did I forget those?  not sure how long I will last staying home avoiding the shops with those on my list.

 

so weary...

 

can't blog for long...

 

too much in pain...

 

too tired...

 

need help...

 

I found you in my heart with an axe ready to cut up whatever the others had left. 

You were so callous, never remembering that I had feeling and emotions deeper than the Atlantic. 

Why did you do this to me? 

Why couldn’t you leave me the way I was, single, happy and uncomplicated? 

Why did sex have to change things?

 

 

 

Name: Amanda

 

Birthplace: North Adelaide

 

Current Location: North Adelaide

 

Eye Colour: Blue

 

Hair Colour: Blonde

 

Height: 5’9”

 

Right Handed or Left Handed: right

 

Your Heritage: Australian

 

The Shoes You Wore Today: Vintage Bronze Heels

 

Your Weakness: Kryptonite lol

 

Your Fears: not much

 

Your Perfect Pizza: Vegetarian Homemade!

 

Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Make money

 

Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Sure!

 

Thoughts when first waking today: Hmmmm…. He is such a honey

 

Your Best Physical Feature: not sure

 

Your Bedtime: When the need arises ;)

 

Pepsi or Coke: Neither thx

 

McDonalds or Burger King: Absolutely neither – piss off!

 

Single or Group Dates: single

 

Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton

 

Chocolate or Vanilla: both thx, how about some strawberry as well J

 

Cappuccino or Coffee: neither L

 

Do you Smoke: Yes’m

 

Do you swear: Fuck yeah!

 

Do you Sing: badly

 

Do you Shower Daily: no

 

Have you been in Love: no

 

Do you want to go to College: not again!!

 

Do you want to get married: yes

 

Do you believe in yourself: most of the time

 

Do you get Motion Sickness: no

 

Do you think you are Attractive: yes’m

 

Are you a Health Freak: yes!!!!!

 

Do you get along with your Parents: of course!

 

Do you play an Instrument: not well

 

In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yes

 

In the past month have you been on Drugs: yes

 

In the past month have you Smoked: yes

 

In the past month have you gone on a Date: not really

 

In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: no

 

In the past month have you eaten Sushi: no

 

In the past month have you been on Stage: no

 

In the past month have you been Dumped: no

 

In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no

 

In the past month have you Stolen Anything: can’t remember

 

Ever been Drunk: yes, but not in years

 

Ever been called a Tease: yes

 

Ever been Beaten up: no

 

Ever Shoplifted: many times

 

How do you want to Die: I don’t

 

What do you want to be when you Grow Up: I never will!

 

What country would you most like to Visit: USA

 

Number of Drugs I have taken: 10,000,000,000 or so

 

Number of CDs I own: About 250 originals – plenty more burns

 

Number of Piercings: 3

 

Number of Tattoos: 1

 

Number of things in my Past I Regret: I try not to live in regret

  

In a Boy….

 

Favourite Eye Colour: blue or brown

 

Favourite Hair Colour: darkish hair

 

Short or Long Hair: short

 

Height: tall

 

Best Clothing Style: Stylish, comfortable in dressy or casual

 

 What would you say your mood was like today?

 

agitated

 

  

What’s the fastest you have ever gone in a car?

 

180kph passenger – 160kph driver

 

  

What does friendship mean to you?

 

A lot

 

  

How many boyfriend/girlfriend relationships have you had?

 

Only three that lasted over two weeks

 

  

Who do you go to for help in emergency?

 

Brett

 

  

Do you think you are beautiful?

 

Yes!

 

  

What is your second favourite colour?

 

Black

 

  

Would you marry someone who had a different religion to you?

 

No

 

  

Do you believe in Reincarnation?

 

Yes

 

  

When’s the last time you saw a duck/s?

 

Last week, they were flying South (in South Australia) so they must’ve been confused lol

 

  

What is fun to you?

 

I try to fill every moment with fun

 

  

Have you ever done a love spell?  Did it work?

 

Yes x 2

 

  

Would you like more friends?

 

Yes

 

  

If someone had a booger hanging out of their nose, would you tell them?

 

Not always, depends how well I know them

 

  

Do you talk about people behind their backs?

 

If they deserve it

 

  

What do you like to do in order to relax?

 

Get stoned, Have a bath ;) , Gardening, Divination, Writing Letters/Stories/Diary, Sex

 

  

How much time do you spend on the following each week?

 

Computer: 25+

 

Housework: 15+

 

Hobbies: 50+

 

 

  

Do you think that the world will one day change dramatically?

 

Yes and would like to elaborate but since this my first online slam, don’t want to write a 4 page essay on this topic.

 

  

What is your favourite slang term?

 

Fuck

 

  

Is the statement “once you’ve had black – you’ll never go back” True or False?

 

Never tried

 

  

Do women look better with or without makeup?

 

Depends how good their skin is.  I like myself with makeup even though I have good skin

 

  

What do you do when you can’t sleep but want to?

 

Take pills and lie down, meditate; try to exhaust myself with exercise

 

  

Who is a friend that you like but they don’t match your views or morals?

 

 Susan

This is an online slam I did today - what a laugh!  Some of the answers are very funny!!!! PMSL

 

Instructions - Type in the following and choose from the first description found.

Be honest, don't just pick one out to be funny

 

First - image search -

 

1: Type in "[your first name] looks like" in Google search:
"Amanda looks like any nerd in school, but she is actually really smart and cool. She is smart because she knows everything about bugs"  
2: Type in "[your first name] hates" in Google search;
“Amanda hates feet”

 
3: : Type in "[your first name] goes" in Google search:
Amanda Goes West: A Journal of Fashion History Through Paper Dolls (The Amanda Series, Bk. 1):  
4:Type in "[your first name] loves" in Google search:
amanda loves nick 

5: Type in "[your first name] eats" in Google search:
Amanda Eats My Meat on Flickr - Photo Sharing! 

6: Type in "[your first name] has" in Google search:
Amanda Has Webcam Fun! 

7: Type in "[your first name] works" in Google search:
" The purpose of this chapter is to give a brief technical overview of Amanda. We want you to understand how Amanda works, how it is different ... 

8: Type in"[your first name] lives" in Google search:
Amanda lives a few blocks from me. She has a dog that's all shaved except for tufts of hair around it's ears. 

9: Type in "[your first name] once" in Google search:
Amanda once more on Flickr - Photo Sharing!This may be the last picture of Amanda from this particular shoot that I upload to Flickr, but stay tuned, as there will probably be other photoshoots with ... 

10: Type in "[your first name] was" in Google search:
The Antarctic Muon and Neutrino Detector Array, fondly known as AMANDA, was created to detect high-energy neutrinos. These hard-to-find particles may be ... 

11.Type in "[your first name] died" in Google search:
The last exchange between these two friends in the early morning before Amanda died was, "Amanda, I love you," and "Alyssa, I love you too." ...

 

 

Yeah I thought it was funny too 

I was missing you really and I couldn’t think of anything but 

I know that I love you more than you love me 

Well it feels like that 

Because you don’t seem to be as hung up on me as I feel I am about you 

You don’t show it 

Well guys are weird then! 

Girls are not dumb! 

Well not all of them! 

Not me! 

You’re dumb!

Stop it you are making my ribs hurt

You are such a goof-off 

Come and kiss me then 

On the cheek 

That was nice 

Now on the lips 

Slower 

On my neck 

Lick it 

You turn me on 

Yeah I guess you might be a lil hung up on me 

Don’t… 

Okay go on… 

Uh huh 

Ooooohhhh *giggle*

 

I’m lonely

 

I’m cold

 

I need

 

Human touch

 

Some kissing

 

And a hug

 

A cuddle

 

And then some…

 

 

 

When I look into His eyes

 

Laser Beams come back at Me

 

Penetrating into My very Soul

 

So intense and like the love

 

I’ve always wanted.

 

I wait for Him;

 

But I don’t mind,

 

Eternity is here

 

For Us to be together

 

So time apart has other joys!

 

So caring, so unique

 

Vastly entertaining and jovial

 

A complete package

 

But dare I put my heart on the line

 

AGAIN?!

 

Why not?

 

Anything has to be better than

 

 Dying wondering…

watch it clock over!  who will be the mystery hit?

 

 

Winter in Adelaide

 

Is so glorious

 

The trees have lost their leaves

 

Except the gum trees

 

Which are grey green

 

Against the sky

 

The streets are wet

 

But there is not often rain

 

The skies are grey

 

And cloudy

 

The seas are stormy

 

And rough

 

The grass is green

 

And lush

 

The rivers are overflowing…

 

Everyone complains about the

temperature

 

Like they did in Summer

 

Our two months of cold

 

See most staying at home

 

Amanda says – I am a vegetarian and have been very heart-wrenched by having to buy meat dog food for my beautiful dog, although I was buying organic and preservative free food, it became distressing to me as I walked down the isles of dog food in the pet store.  It really does smell disgusting.

  

So I thought I would try to get back on to vegetarian dog food – when googling I came across this article (which is only a small part of it here)  that outlines how to feed one’s dog a healthy vegan diet.  I am not going quite so far – I am still feeding Scrubs eggs, milk cheese etc and she can have meat at other people’s houses.  Can’t deny her the shmackos!

   

Note: This article has recently been reviewed for accuracy by veterinarian Armaiti May, DVM. (www.veganvet.net)

 
Dogs are honest about their feelings. Love is irresistible and dogs seem to easily feel someone's love for them. We've been fortunate to share life with a number of vegan dogs. Yes, Beautiful, Magic, Vegan, Miracles, Baba, Kisses, Valiant, etc. represent the pinnacle of their species and are at the helm of the 'vegan dog movement'.  We would like to share the knowledge attained from our experience caring for vegan dogs.

 
Dogs are honest about their feelings. Love is irresistible and dogs seem to easily feel someone's love for them. We've been fortunate to share life with a number of vegan dogs. Yes, Beautiful, Magic, Vegan, Miracles, Baba, Kisses, Valiant, etc. represent the pinnacle of their species and are at the helm of the 'vegan dog movement'.  We would like to share the knowledge attained from our experience caring for vegan dogs.

 
A dog is by genus classified as a carnivore, but metabolically, they are omnivores. You can feel safe knowing that you can raise dogs on a vegan diet. In fact, with careful attention to their nutritional needs, (as you would give to your own), they actually thrive! They become gentler, cleaner, more lovable, and will abound with good health. The health of our dogs has surprised a few conventional vets. 
 

A dog's protein requirements are greater than ours. To ensure that your dog gets enough protein, calcium, vitamin D and all other nutrients, feed them a varied diet of:

* legumes – tempeh, tofu, well-cooked beans, lentils, soy beans, sprouted/cooked chick peas or hummus, sprouted lentils (ground/blended), etc.

* well-cooked whole grains – brown rice, quinoa, millet, corn grits/polenta or blended corn kernels, whole grain bread or pasta, oats, etc.

* Potatoes – white or sweet, seasoned and oiled for palatability (in small pieces and/or mashed, to make it more digestible)

* Seitan or wheat-meat – made of gluten flour (high in protein)

* Some vegetables (in small pieces and/or mashed, to make it more digestible)

* Along with certain supplements

* Fruit in small amounts if they will eat it.

* And take them on daily walks in the sunshine.

 
Approximately a third to a half of the meal will consist of a protein source (from the paragraph above). About half of the meal can be made up of a variety of whole grains, which are a source of carbohydrates and protein, as well as essential vitamins and minerals.  The Vegan Dog Nutrition Association recommends the base of the meal to be comprised of soybeans, lentils, rice, oats and sweet potatoes. They have published a downloadable recipe for a balanced vegan diet. 

 
The remaining portion should be made up of raw and cooked vegetables, as well as supplemental items listed below. Meals should be served at room temperature or slightly warmed, along with a clean bowl of water.
Non-vegan dogs generally eat one meal a day, whereas vegan dogs should get smaller meals, twice daily, and snacks. A healthy snack would be several vegan dog biscuits (see below) or a handful or two (depending on the size of your dog) of vegan dry kibble produced by one of the companies listed below. Or a few bites of toast that your dog would appreciate sharing! 
 

Oil requirements can be met with avocado; a rich source of vitamins. (There is some disagreement over the issue of including avocado in a dog's diet. See note below*) Most dogs will love it, but it might take a little getting used to, at first. Another source to include is 1-2 tablespoons of tahini (sesame seed butter), which is a rich source of calcium.  Their calcium requirements can also be met by adding finely chopped raw dark greens to their meal, and also by mixing in some canned pure vegetarian dog food which they find irresistible! We mix some of the marketed moist food in with meals to help meet nutritional requirements. In the United States, quite a few companies (see below) produce a complete, plant-based, canned wet dog food which meets their nutritional needs. They are a superior quality than most commercial dog foods, which contain slaughterhouse by-products and other unimaginable ingredients. Our preference and practice is to mix the plant-based commercial food with wholesome homemade meals, similar to what you yourself would eat. 

 
* Armaiti May says: "There seem to be mixed reports concerning the safety of avocados. I've heard of dogs eating avocados and being just fine, but there are some cases where cardiotoxicity (heart problems) has been associated with large quantities of avocado consumption (esp. if the pit of the avocado is consumed). It's not something that is fully understood, and as I said, I know there are lots of dogs who eat avocados and are just fine."

To ensure they receive the necessary essential fatty acids (omegas 3, 6, & 9), add 1 teaspoon - 1 tablespoon of a vegan oil blend complete with total essential fatty acids. Some brands have a balanced blend of Borage Oil, Evening Primrose Oil and Certified Organic Flax Oil, such as Health From the Sun's 'Total EFA' or the brand called Veg'n EFA Oil Blend, www.myvega.com. Mustard seed oil contains all the essential fatty acids. An alternative (though it's not as complete), would be flax seed oil, hemp seed oil, or 1 teaspoon of ground or soaked flax seeds. (This is beneficial for vegan humans as well). ('Deva' and 'V-Pure' are now producing vegan DHA, long chain fatty-acids from seaweed in a capsule for humans, which you can share with your companion animals.) Flax or 'Total EFA' oil also serves other purposes such as helping joint function and coat health. There are many studies that confirm the powerful healing benefits of giving dogs flax seed oil. These oils are especially important for senior dogs.

To ensure they receive the necessary essential fatty acids (omegas 3, 6, & 9), add 1 teaspoon - 1 tablespoon of a vegan oil blend complete with total essential fatty acids. Some brands have a balanced blend of Borage Oil, Evening Primrose Oil and Certified Organic Flax Oil, such as Health From the Sun's 'Total EFA' or the brand called Veg'n EFA Oil Blend, www.myvega.com. Mustard seed oil contains all the essential fatty acids. An alternative (though it's not as complete), would be flax seed oil, hemp seed oil, or 1 teaspoon of ground or soaked flax seeds. (This is beneficial for vegan humans as well). ('Deva' and 'V-Pure' are now producing vegan DHA, long chain fatty-acids from seaweed in a capsule for humans, which you can share with your companion animals.) Flax or 'Total EFA' oil also serves other purposes such as helping joint function and coat health. There are many studies that confirm the powerful healing benefits of giving dogs flax seed oil. These oils are especially important for senior dogs.

In the time to come, it’s the visionary that has the advantage over all – where they are headed they have already seen, done it before and can do it better a second or third time...

 

 

 If…repeat On a night made for lovers – I dream about you, so far away. In my mind I could touch you, tease you, and please me.  I wish you were here where the breeze is soft on my pale skin. I wish you would touch me, tease me, and please you.  I’m stuck on you because you look so good, sound like all the men I’ve never known, breaking new barriers – why don’t you tear down the wall that’s between us?  Com over any time, while I live this prosaic life – make romance, make love and I’ll make you the man you’ve always wanted to be.  I’ll even make you a vegetarian curry.  If that’s what you want – I know it’s what my body and mind crave.  I don’t fake this way of life or way of heart. We could talk; get stoned or even get a pizza if that’s what you’re after. You get all the passion out of me; it’s only you I have it for (could this be real?).  There’s no-one else, there never has been and maybe never will be.  (If I want what you want but I don’t even know what it is that you want)  Now would be a good time.  I’m not going to dump you unless we don’t see eye to eye. Matching up the lovers, when we were the first to cross the starting line.  You are my first and my last – without you I know life wouldn’t be this way.  I’d be a nun, because there is none like you. Passions come, Passions go, but what I’ve seen you taking part of is endless, it’s eternity. Eternity without you is what I would die for.  If the seasons didn’t change I’d make you pay, for I know deep inside you are more than what you’ve said you are.  My love, eternal.

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Life goes on and few things change – I’m still waging the same battle I always was – will it ever end?

 

 The time spent meditating seems worthwhile for a clarified decision, it gets me to that point again – the point I know that I could fail, but I throw everything in, exhausting myself, giving up the rest of my life to get it right. 

I’ve been working on this for 12 years now, that I can remember – and the time before this was only preparation.  I WILL SUCCEED.

 

 

 

 

I keep my fantasies to myself.  No-one knows the real me except people who are just like me.  Who would care to know about anything but themselves?  Don’t we all just want to find a little solace?  Well, unlike you all I’m on my way. January 1996

The choice is yours…

  

The world is in danger

 

And you stick your head in the sand

 

You give grief  to a stranger

 

You’re not willing to understand

  

Trouble comes along

 

And you’re the first to fall

 

Truly, you’ve got no friends to tell

 

Because you support multi national corporation hell

  

Frustrated and crazy you seek some help

 

But nothing can be solved from a chemist’s shelf

 

Read the paper, collect your thoughts

 

Remember the way it felt…

  

I want universal happiness first

 

Understanding as well

 

If you don’t give me it

 

Then we continue in hell

 

If one insists on always being serious, and never allowing a bit of fun and relaxation, one would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.

 

 

My acquaintances could fill a twelve storey building and my friends would only be in one room.

 

 

I wait for her nearly every time we see each other.  She comes out to greet me, silently at first, but friendly always.  There’s always a comment on some positive aspect to myself.  It makes me feel happy straight away.  Whether I see her about a Pap smear, an injection or even tonsilitis, I know I’m going to get the most helpful and gentle treatment.  I love her, she’s my doctor.

 

PINK CHEVROLET

Rubis

Lemon Juice

Champagne 

SEDUCTION

Vodka

Blue Curacao

Lime Juice

Midori 

SHOCKING BLUE

Blue Curacao

Midori

Lena Banana

Lemonade

 

 

 GEISHA DELIGHT

Midori

Galliano

Cointreau

Coconut Rum

Pineapple Juice  

BLUE MOON

Midori

Blue Curacao

Cointreau 

Method : 1 measure of each liqueur and 20-50ml of Juice (if required) with ice, shake in a cocktail shaker; serve in an adorable fancy glass with embellishments!   

EXXON VALDESE

White Sambucca

Black Sambucca 

Method : White first in a shot glass, carefully pour the black on top so it looks like the oil slick it’s named after!  

DEPTH BOMB

(BP’s all time favourite) 

1 dash lemon juice

4 dashes Grenadine

½ measure of Calvados or Apple Brandy

½ Brandy 

Method : shake well, strain into a cocktail glass

 

 

there would be some pics but BogBlog has denied my permission to access them!  Bloody Hell! *%#$@!!!

 

 

We're all subject to the pressures of stupid advertising, consumerist hype and the fast pace of big city life - but it doesn't take any special intelligence to start asking questions about McDonald's and to realize that something is seriously wrong.

The more you find out about McDonald's processed food, the less attractive it becomes, as this leaflet will show. The truth about McDonalds is enough to put you off them for life.

But this truth you will never read or hear in the mainstream media because
McDonalds annually spends $2 billion on advertising
and that drowns or prevents any voices of dissent

Its founder even went on record to say

"We have found out... that we cannot trust some people who are nonconformists... We will make conformists out of them... The organization cannot trust the individual; the individual must trust the organization."
--Ray Kroc(founder,owner McDonalds )

"The Israeli people are infected with Americanization. We must not be concerned for culture only as culture, but understand what Israeli culture is, and Israeli religion. We must be wary of McDonald's; we must be wary of Michael Jackson; we must be wary of Madonna."
--Israeli President Ezer Weizman, summer 1999

"I am in complete solidarity with France's farm-workers, and I detest McDonald's food."
--Jacques Chirac(President of France )

"Everything went downhill from the moment the McDonald's chain was allowed to invade England."
--Morrissey

Iraqi McDonalds Pamphlet



I don't need to say anything about this



ECONOMIC IMPERIALISM

* Some 'Third World' countries, where most children are undernourished, are actually exporting their staple crops as animal feed - i.e. to fatten cattle for turning into burgers in the 'First World'. Millions of acres of the best farmland in poor contries are being used for our benefit - for tea, coffee, tobacco, etc. - while people there are starving. McDonald's is directly involved in this economic imperialism, which keeps most black people poor and hungry while many whites grow fat.




# What's the connection between McDonald's and starvation in the 'Third World'?

McDonald's is one of several giant corporations with investments in vast tracts of land in poor countries, sold to them by the dollar-hungry rulers (often military) and privileged elites, evicting the small farmers that live there growing food for their own people.

Words of Wisdom from McDonalds pyscopathic founder Ray Kroc

"I believe in God, family, and McDonald's -- and in the office, that order is reversed."

"It is ridiculous to call this an industry. This is not. This is rat eat rat, dog eat dog. I'll kill 'em, and I'm going to kill 'em before they kill me. You're talking about the American way -- of survival of the fittest."

"If my competitor were drowning I'd stick a hose in his mouth and turn on the water."

Read more here http://www.rotten.com/library/bio/business/ray-kroc/


How do McDonald's deliberately exploit children?

NEARLY all McDonald's advertising is aimed at children. Although the Ronald McDonald 'personality' is not as popular as their market researchers expected (probably because it is totally unoriginal), thousands of young children now think of burgers andchips every time they see a clown with orange hair.

THE NORMALITY TRAP

* No parent needs to be told how difficult it is to distract a child from insisting on a certain type of food or treat. Advertisements portraying McDonald's as a happy, circus-like place where burgers and chips are provided for everybody at any hourof the day (and late at night), traps children into thinking they aren't 'normal' if they don't go there too. Appetite, necessity and - above all - money, never enter the "innocent" world of Ronald McDonald.

Few children are slow to spot the gaudy red and yellow standardised frontages in shopping centres and high streets throughout the country. McDonald's knows exactly what kind of pressure this puts on people looking after children. It's hard not to give in to this 'convenient' way of keeping children 'happy', even if you haven't got much money and you try to avoid junk-food.






TOY FOOD

As if to compensate for the inadequacy of their products, McDonald's promote the consumption of meals as a 'fun event'. This turns the act of eating into a performance, with the 'glamour' of being in a McDonald's ('Just like it is in the ads!') reducing the food itself to the status of a prop.

Not a lot of children are interested in nutrition, and even if they were, all the gimmicks and routines with paper hats and straws and balloons hide the fact that the food they're seduced into eating is at best mediocre, at worst poisonous - and their parents know it's not even cheap.

The Future of Indian Children



A burger a day....





But the world is fighting back




India's leading anti-corporate activist

Mrs Vandana Shiva who is hated and feared by corporations has this to say

there is a small middle class and a tiny elite section that I believe feels inferior about what they are, that has been so subjected to the pressures of Westernisation that they feel second-rate Westerners, and people would go in for the experience not because of what the experience is, but for what it symbolises.

There will definitely be a tiny, tiny fragment in our population, but since we have a large population it will be a large market which is why McDonald's want to enter it.

http://www.mcspotlight.org/people/interviews/vandana_transcript.html

McDonalds entered India in 1996 and has slowly been spreading its poison in
our society


An Indonesian freedom fighter hold's Ronald hostage and ask's him to leave his
country at gun point



Arrested for crimes against humanity



He is out on bail just like how most rich guys get out
waiting for his next victim at a mall near you.....


Ronald McDonald long lost brother of Idi Amin



Justice will one day be served




LIBERATION BEGINS IN YOUR STOMACH

there is a small middle class and a tiny elite section that I believe feels inferior about what they are, that has been so subjected to the pressures of Westernisation that they feel second-rate Westerners, and people would go in for the experience not because of what the experience is, but for what it symbolises.

There will definitely be a tiny, tiny fragment in our population, but since we have a large population it will be a large market which is why McDonald's want to enter it.

http://www.mcspotlight.org/people/interviews/vandana_transcript.html

McDonalds entered India in 1996 and has slowly been spreading its poison in
our society


An Indonesian freedom fighter hold's Ronald hostage and ask's him to leave his
country at gun point



Arrested for crimes against humanity



He is out on bail just like how most rich guys get out
waiting for his next victim at a mall near you.....


Ronald McDonald long lost brother of Idi Amin



Justice will one day be served




LIBERATION BEGINS IN YOUR STOMACH

THERE are loads of cheap, tasty and nutritious alternatives to a diet based on the decomposing flesh of dead animals: fresh fruit of all kinds, a huge variety of local & exotic vegetables, cereals, pulses, beans, rice, nuts, wholegrain foods and not to forget our Idlies,Vadas,Puri's and Dosa's. Now is a really good time for change.

The pleasure of preparing healthy food and sharing good meals has a political importance too: it is a vital part of the process of ordinary people taking control of their lives to create a better society, instead of leaving their futures in the cynical, reedy hands of corporations like McDonald's.

ORGANIC FOODS taste better because they are better.  GROWING ORGANIC FOOD saves our earth from pollution and degradation.

TESTING ON ANIMALS is cruel and unnecessary.  ANIMALS are our friends - would you put a friend through hell in the name of Science?

 

DON'T EAT THE FLESH OF A CORPSE

 WOMEN AND MEN ARE EQUAL, BUT DIFFERENT.  RESPECT others always...

controlling NATURE for profit is HEINOUS

IGNORANCE IS FOR THE FEEBLE AND DOES NOT PRODUCE BLISS

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know the story about the postman? 

Well, I’m happy whenever my Australia post delivery man rocks up. He knocks on the door so sweetly and calls out  ‘parcel post‘  I answer him straight away because I am always waiting for him. 

Sometimes he comes around when I’m scantily clad and I call out  ‘just a minute‘  he always replies  ‘I’ll leave it at the door‘   …    

I wonder whether this postman knows I’ve got nothing on from the waist down? 

I’d like him to come in one day after he’s finished work for the day, deliver a parcel to me and come in to my house, maybe have a drink or two.  If he’s a smoker, then I’m sure to be prepared. 

Maybe we could kiss just a little…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

God/Goddess is Good

 

Gods and Goddesses

are even better

I don’t know whether he’ll come today.  In the next minute or the next hour.  He likes to catch me unawares. 

It always happens – the furthest thing from my mind (or is it handing over to the subconscious and letting will take control?) – the surprise. 

A key in a lock, a muffled sound of putting his jacket or bag down?  I don’t know.  I can’t see it.  I can only hear. 

Then he comes to me – not always straight away, sometimes he makes coffee (I hear the kettle whistle and the tinkle of a spoon on ceramic) and later smell it on his breath.  Sometimes he showers, sometimes he bathes. 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.  I’m not sure where I am.  I am not sure who the man that keeps me here is or why he does.  My guess is that I’m somewhere near the airport (I occasionally hear aeroplanes) and in a back street.  I can’t hear any trucks, but do hear cars.  The house is at street level and near a corner.  I can tell because I hear the gears change, and when he opens the door sometimes there is a car going past and I orientate myself to it. I hear the same cars each day, about five or six different ones.  A Volkswagen goes past early every morning (When I hear the sounds of birds and a distant city stirring) and comes home last.  I can’t tell what the other cars are – but I have made up who their owners are, where they are going and what they do. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even touch me – he just sits there and stares.  I feel his gaze on my thighs, my stomach and my neck.  He talks occasionally, telling me about distant times and places – memories as they occur to him.  Holidays, old lovers, supermarket shopping, boyhood occupations and such.  He never talks about the present, what he does when he’s not here, what he does when he is here.  I never speak to him.  I don’t want to.  It would spoil it all. 

He has me tied to planks of wood, shaped in a cross.  My wrists are cuffed with a slightly irritating fabric, sometimes cool, sometimes hot, but it does not hurt.  My neck is held to the back of the cross with the same material.  It is strong – I can’t break out even though I have not really tried.  My head is held straight by a padded cage.  My face is unfettered – except for the eye mask that is permanently in place.  I know he likes to stroke my cheeks and nose with his hands fingers and penis.  I don’t resist.  I never try to bite. 

What would be the point?  I could bite him and he could more than bite me back.  I’m helpless.  I have given up hoping to escape, this is my home.  I belong here tied to a cross, giving a man simple pleasure when he wants it and using the one sense I am allowed to its full potential.  He won’t take that away from me – I know he wants me to enjoy something in life. 

I drift into sleep, dreaming of him coming to me – with all sorts of passions, love, hate, anger, lust… Surreal visions cloud my mind.  I imagine him as my father, my old boyfriend, the man at the corner shop, a stranger, the man I used to watch on the train… he becomes female, my mother, my sister, my best friend, my teacher… he soothes me with his whispers and comforts me with his tongue. 

Click!  The lock flicks, the door opens and heavy footsteps enter the house. 

I bristle with expectancy – what will he do?  Will he fuck me?  Will he release me?  Will he leave me alone? 

He moves through the house, knowing I can hear him, knowing I am waiting. I hear a fridge suck open, and the clink of bottles (a six pack of beer?  Bottles of wine?  Bottles of milk?  Something else?) The fridge is slammed shut, bottles clinking in the door.  I hear a microwave door spring open, glass on glass, buttons beeping.  A whirr and then a ding! 

An aroma of Indian – take away, he must be a hard working, single, office boy. 

The fridge again – clink, clink, crack, hiss!  Beer. His footsteps come closer; he clears his throat in announcement. 

“Hungry?” 

I part my wet lips in response.  He gently feeds me spoonfuls or curry and rice, occasionally with a touch of mango chutney.  He pours the beer (Heineken?) into my mouth like a mother. 

He drops some curry (or is it saucy rice?) on to my chest and wipes it off with a napkin (linen, as far as I can tell) and puts it to my lips. 

I shy away from the spoon when I have eaten enough and he runs a smooth finger over my moist lips.  This is followed by a soft tongue, parting my eager lips and licking my teeth. 

“Have you missed me?” 

Missing is not a question.  Need and addiction have taken over any such emotion as that. His fingers lavishly trace a line from my lips, over my chin, down my neck and between my swollen breasts.  He licks that spot, lovingly, like it is holy.  He uses the spittle as lubricant to guide his haphazard journey to my navel.  I feel something bobbing against my knee and I know it is his massive erection.  I have not seen it yet – but by the feel of it I know it is the biggest I have ever witnessed physically. 

He wets his finger and pokes it in my navel, trying to worm its way deeper into me.  His other hand finds my pubic hair and with deft moves rubs my wet clitoris. 

I breathe heavily and can hear him smiling.  I know he is looking at me, all over, to gauge my reaction to his foreplay. I respond well, unwillingly squirming against his finger and willing it to probe deeper into my wet pussy. 

He stops – he walks away.  He moves to the kitchen (or at least what I assume is the kitchen) and the fridge sucks open again.  He clinks the bottles, clink, clink, crack, hiss!  I hear him gulp heavily. 

He returns and there is a massive sensation of expectancy.  The air is thick, he walks closer. I feel the ice-cold bottle against my thigh.  It shocks me – the cold wetness. 

He guides the bottle up my thigh until the top of the bottle is a resting place for my pussy lips.  I hiss with the shock of the coldness on both thighs. 

He works the bottle top back and forth along my wet lips. I am eager now.  I know he is teasing me – showing me his power and reaffirming my need for him.  He pushes the bottle slightly into my cunt – it contracts with pure selfish want and I brace myself for the bottleneck. 

He shoves it roughly in – cold beer bubbling in my insides as it is splashed up my cavity.  He works the bottle and starts to knead my clit with his tongue.  He licks the beer and my juices with greedy motions.  My buttocks tense as I know I am about to orgasm. 

He pulls the bottle out and slaps my pussy hard.  The direct blow hits my clitoris head on and I spasm into an intense orgasm. 

Before the spasms are finished he mounts me and fucks me very hard.  I nearly pass out; my head rolls but is yet again constrained. 

My body flows with the warm afterglow of orgasm but there is no rest.  I cannot cuddle comfortably into my lover’s arms.  He does not stroke my hair or rub my back. 

My pussy drips with a mixture of juices – his juice, my juice and now warm beer.  It drips down my legs and wets my feet. He licks my feet, obviously bowing in front of me.  I feel his head shaking from side to side and he mumbles pleas for forgiveness. 

I can offer him no solace.

It's that GLORIOUS time of year again kids - get the apron and the harvest out and listen to 420 expert tell it like it is in the kitchen for the best results -  coz that's what we all want.  Aunty Mary Jane won't be cooking this year - no product, soz, kids. Maybe next year???!!! From the 420 girls website (see Links)

"**** dude! I just wasted, like, 2 ounces in those things and I'm not even high!!!"

Yeah. We've all been there. It sucks, and it hurts your wallet, bad. So before any brave would-be chefs lose their faith, allow me to step in here with all the common pitfalls you might run across. In no particular order..

Not Cooked Long Enough - This only really applies to Cannabudder or Cannabis oil. But it is the most common failure. People often assume that because their butter is a brownish/green tint that they are off the hook, it's all set. This is only partially true. While yes, your budder will be greenish when done, this is one of the most unreliable indicators of cooking degree. Depending on the amount, you will want to be cooking for a minimum of 20 minutes for medium-sized batches (1/2oz-1oz,) more for larger quantities. And by "cooking" I mean the pot is at/very near a simmering state, and remains that way, neither getting too hot nor too cold throughout.

Cooked Too Hot/Cold - Another common mistake. "Simmer" means just that - not a boil, and especially with butter which gets really nasty when you overcook it. This is also part of the reason people eat their brownies and say it tastes ...

Too cold is less drastic, it's fairly hard to do unless your burner dies. However although heat isn't really necessary to 'activate THC' as is so commonly thought, it is needed to create bonds between the fat and the THC, as well as move the liquids around so they combine.

My favorite way to ensure that it gets neither too hot nor too cold is to use a bain-marie (also a double-boiler, so Mamabudz tells me .)

Improperly Prepared Marijuana - Yep, no kidding, you have some dirty work to do to the weed itself before you dump it in. No, I'm not just talking about getting rid of seeds/stems. I'm talking about completely dismantling those nice buds into tiny, itty bitty crumbs of their former self. Anybody who has taken chemistry or even a cooking class will realize this means more even heat distribution throughout the bits of weed, and it also means more surface area for your THC to escape from into the butter. This is possibly the most important step for your success. Don't forget it.

Bad Quality or Not Enough Marijuana - Don't think that just because you're eating it you can use schwagg! At the very best, eating it will get you as high as you would've been from smoking it, only it will happen slowly and remain for a long time. Often this makes it less noticeable, or seem less "intense" as the transition period is nice and slow.. usually.

Similarily, if you're using those sweet dank buds, don't think you're going to get away with just using half a gram. No matter how much THC is in those buds, it's going to be dispersed throughout your entire batch of butter/brownies/whatever. That means to get that entire 0.5grams in you might have to eat a whole batch of brownies, and the THC will be nicely padded and will absorb so incredibly slowly you might not even get high at all.

Letting THC Escape During Cooking - A sneaky one but important nonetheless. When you're simmering that butter, all the 'steam' you see rising could potentially be carrying a THC hitchhiker on its back. Unless you want to sit there and inhale every last vapor drop (not recommended, btw,) I would strongly recommend putting a lid on the pot.

So, follow these directions and you too can be having great times with your friends. Just listen to my buddy's testimony!

"Thanks Arsenal! With these great tips, I was so high that uh.. I forgot! Great stuff man! - Matt

 

 

 

RIP Ian

RIP Lulu

RIP Audrey

 

Well if you think that the things you do in CYBERSPACE are real - cop this!  Your path has been crossed by a Black Cat (called Strega) on Friday the 13th.