Hello again. This should have come before the previous two entries. It's to fill the gap since my previous posts. I got married. And various other slightly less significant stuff. . .
I hadn't blogged for a while. The last software for BL blogs disagreed with me. It was the restricted entry size that bugged me. Recently, lots has happened so I wanted to write some of it up. Sometimes amusing or at least slightly interesting stuff occurs giving me pause for private thought. I shall endeavour to share some of these things, and a load of other stuff as I recall.
I need to wind back the clock a year or two. . .
I proposed to sweet P October 5th 2010, the day of my birthday in fact. P had set up a little surprise for me. I'd thought we should go for a spin to the White Horse (a pretend Neolithic chalk hill figure on the edge of the Moors). She said she needed to go somewhere to do something first. We set off to a village on her erand, where we stoppped outside the door of a large stone-built barn. A man came up and slid the doors open to reveal a stupendous line up of sports cars. An MGB, a Chevrolet Camaro, various ridiculous Rolls and Bentleys, and Alfa Romeo and a Triumph TR6. I got to choose one for the day. I was going to propose anyway that day, but the red TR6 as well really clinched it.
That year developed into a fairly hectic plunge towards the singularity of our wedding day (Sept 2011)
. At various times during the year, we had one or two hiccups. I hadn't quite appreciated, in my ignorance, quite what was involved in setting up a wedding, nor how much it would energise my Mrs to be. We gradually formulated a somewhat chaotic plan and by the last week before, achieved a kind of tranquility borne by the knowledge that little else could be done by then. I owe her a lot for the detailed stuff she dealt with, and most of the organisation.
During tht year, I had 3 bumper harvests with Dutch Passions White Widdow. I am currently puffing on the last batch. Ten patient weeks flowering resulted in four excessively tall, but amply loaded plants. The final two weeks brought dense crystal trichomes out in multitude. In two kilner jars, it's acruing a delicious aroma. A couple of dry spells passed by without too much craving or insomnolence. I can't be bothered to read so much without smoke around. Nor do I get too excited by practising or listening to music without. This seems a slightly unfortunate thing.
On two occasions, I got out of hand with some RC empathogens. I suspect that I behave compulsively with these materials (Specifically 5/6APB this time). I tried them both in my long running quest for empathogenic satisfaction. On both occasions, two grams were used over the space of a week. I noticed no particular difference between the two, though the comparrison is weak over the 6 month gap between them. Higher initial doses do not make a better peak. My sweet spot was probably 150 to 180mgs. Shulgin style boosting did not noticeably prolong the plateau. I spoiled initial positive feelings with futile further redoses. Got a bit disgusted with myself and after finishing the first batch, swore off the stuff. As I said, six months later, had another go with simillar results. Trouble was, that was about a month before my wedding. The fallout from these kinds of binges are usually hard to spot. My whole mindset is usually in a state of compensation for some or other neurological deficiency or other. I actually seem to get by OK like this usually. However while all the basic automatic behaviours and functions were mostly fine, stuff where I had to process, remember etc, was a bit more tricky. Luckily these problems had eased up by the wedding.
The drugs I really enjoy and approve of, were off the menu for a while. I have nice range of tryptamines on chill in the freezer, including a lifetime sized portion of DMT, my personal favorite. But with the wedding coming, I decided to leave the heavy mindbending be for a while. Sadly, I didn't resist the alure of 5/6APB. I also got two g of AMT again, after having had a enjoyed a gram 4 years ago, without getting habitual about it. I enjoy occasional euphoric trippiness with AMT, but not when I need to be at work the next day. Recently I have decided to avoid any medium/strong AMT doses. Frankly, it gives me a stinker behind the eyes at psychedelic/empathogenic doses. A sub threshold dose seem to put a sunny tint on my demeanour for a few days. Soviet antidepressants.
I now have two nephews courtesy of my middle younger brother and his fiancee. Last weekend P and Iwere asked to be Godparents to the youngest. Mum and dad are getting older and dearer. They werea great help with the wedding arrangements. Dad didn't seem keen to put on a suit again, especially one of such distinct formal grandeur. Anyway, me and the seemstress gave him a cheer of approval when he revealed himself from the changing room. He looked superb and realised it I suspect.
My no1 younger bro was best man. I lumbered him there a bit since like me, he is not very keen on public stuff etc. However, though I have several good close mates, my bro is the one who has always been available, never too judgemental, and supportive as required. My youngest bro was a major help in organising things. We asked him to chaufeur us on the day in a dark green vintage Jaguar.
The day of our wedding came last September 17, and things went beautifully. The British isles were enjoying turbulent weather due to the tail end of the sytem that caused upset NY the previous month. But over the church, sunny blue skies remained, an island of fine weather. I made the vows I should have made years ago to my beautiful wife. Since then, our bond has grown ever stronger.
It's now February and I have started to feel like blogging again. This entry is a kind of catch up / scene setting excercise.
Peace Pipp.
I hadn't blogged for a while. The last software for BL blogs disagreed with me. It was the restricted entry size that bugged me. Recently, lots has happened so I wanted to write some of it up. Sometimes amusing or at least slightly interesting stuff occurs giving me pause for private thought. I shall endeavour to share some of these things, and a load of other stuff as I recall.
I need to wind back the clock a year or two. . .
I proposed to sweet P October 5th 2010, the day of my birthday in fact. P had set up a little surprise for me. I'd thought we should go for a spin to the White Horse (a pretend Neolithic chalk hill figure on the edge of the Moors). She said she needed to go somewhere to do something first. We set off to a village on her erand, where we stoppped outside the door of a large stone-built barn. A man came up and slid the doors open to reveal a stupendous line up of sports cars. An MGB, a Chevrolet Camaro, various ridiculous Rolls and Bentleys, and Alfa Romeo and a Triumph TR6. I got to choose one for the day. I was going to propose anyway that day, but the red TR6 as well really clinched it.
That year developed into a fairly hectic plunge towards the singularity of our wedding day (Sept 2011)
. At various times during the year, we had one or two hiccups. I hadn't quite appreciated, in my ignorance, quite what was involved in setting up a wedding, nor how much it would energise my Mrs to be. We gradually formulated a somewhat chaotic plan and by the last week before, achieved a kind of tranquility borne by the knowledge that little else could be done by then. I owe her a lot for the detailed stuff she dealt with, and most of the organisation.
During tht year, I had 3 bumper harvests with Dutch Passions White Widdow. I am currently puffing on the last batch. Ten patient weeks flowering resulted in four excessively tall, but amply loaded plants. The final two weeks brought dense crystal trichomes out in multitude. In two kilner jars, it's acruing a delicious aroma. A couple of dry spells passed by without too much craving or insomnolence. I can't be bothered to read so much without smoke around. Nor do I get too excited by practising or listening to music without. This seems a slightly unfortunate thing.
On two occasions, I got out of hand with some RC empathogens. I suspect that I behave compulsively with these materials (Specifically 5/6APB this time). I tried them both in my long running quest for empathogenic satisfaction. On both occasions, two grams were used over the space of a week. I noticed no particular difference between the two, though the comparrison is weak over the 6 month gap between them. Higher initial doses do not make a better peak. My sweet spot was probably 150 to 180mgs. Shulgin style boosting did not noticeably prolong the plateau. I spoiled initial positive feelings with futile further redoses. Got a bit disgusted with myself and after finishing the first batch, swore off the stuff. As I said, six months later, had another go with simillar results. Trouble was, that was about a month before my wedding. The fallout from these kinds of binges are usually hard to spot. My whole mindset is usually in a state of compensation for some or other neurological deficiency or other. I actually seem to get by OK like this usually. However while all the basic automatic behaviours and functions were mostly fine, stuff where I had to process, remember etc, was a bit more tricky. Luckily these problems had eased up by the wedding.
The drugs I really enjoy and approve of, were off the menu for a while. I have nice range of tryptamines on chill in the freezer, including a lifetime sized portion of DMT, my personal favorite. But with the wedding coming, I decided to leave the heavy mindbending be for a while. Sadly, I didn't resist the alure of 5/6APB. I also got two g of AMT again, after having had a enjoyed a gram 4 years ago, without getting habitual about it. I enjoy occasional euphoric trippiness with AMT, but not when I need to be at work the next day. Recently I have decided to avoid any medium/strong AMT doses. Frankly, it gives me a stinker behind the eyes at psychedelic/empathogenic doses. A sub threshold dose seem to put a sunny tint on my demeanour for a few days. Soviet antidepressants.
I now have two nephews courtesy of my middle younger brother and his fiancee. Last weekend P and Iwere asked to be Godparents to the youngest. Mum and dad are getting older and dearer. They werea great help with the wedding arrangements. Dad didn't seem keen to put on a suit again, especially one of such distinct formal grandeur. Anyway, me and the seemstress gave him a cheer of approval when he revealed himself from the changing room. He looked superb and realised it I suspect.
My no1 younger bro was best man. I lumbered him there a bit since like me, he is not very keen on public stuff etc. However, though I have several good close mates, my bro is the one who has always been available, never too judgemental, and supportive as required. My youngest bro was a major help in organising things. We asked him to chaufeur us on the day in a dark green vintage Jaguar.
The day of our wedding came last September 17, and things went beautifully. The British isles were enjoying turbulent weather due to the tail end of the sytem that caused upset NY the previous month. But over the church, sunny blue skies remained, an island of fine weather. I made the vows I should have made years ago to my beautiful wife. Since then, our bond has grown ever stronger.
It's now February and I have started to feel like blogging again. This entry is a kind of catch up / scene setting excercise.
Peace Pipp.
