Today I have... Thread.

Getting the obligatory "dude weed lmao" out of the way, today I dressed up and color-coded my favorite strain jars with leftover polyester resin.

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Sativa got a turquoise-gold mix with a matching top, and as of typing this, is the only one ready to be used.
-The others are still curing and airing out.
 
How does one keep spaghetti for that long? Usually it's three days and the noodles get kinda gross.
Simple. I have multiple containers. When the noodles are done I add the meat, loads of it, tomatoes and then dump on loads of sauce. I consider the noodles the least essential part so when you're eating Wraith's spaghetti, you're doing it Wizard King Style. So the meals are essentially ready to go into the microwave. Put in the refrigerator and they last a good while.
Of course you don't eat spaghetti every day. You ping pong back and forth with other meals, but it works for me. Been doing it for a long time. I just hate having an open box of spaghetti so I I boil all the noodles at once and then make these ready-to-eat plastic boxes of wizard-nom.

Today I got in another workout. Except for one day where I had to do something special, I've been getting in lesser workouts every single day for a while now. It keeps the injuries and soreness way down. I will not be a Chris.
 
Simple. I have multiple containers. When the noodles are done I add the meat, loads of it, tomatoes and then dump on loads of sauce. I consider the noodles the least essential part so when you're eating Wraith's spaghetti, you're doing it Wizard King Style. So the meals are essentially ready to go into the microwave. Put in the refrigerator and they last a good while.
Of course you don't eat spaghetti every day. You ping pong back and forth with other meals, but it works for me. Been doing it for a long time. I just hate having an open box of spaghetti so I I boil all the noodles at once and then make these ready-to-eat plastic boxes of wizard-nom.

Today I got in another workout. Except for one day where I had to do something special, I've been getting in lesser workouts every single day for a while now. It keeps the injuries and soreness way down. I will not be a Chris.
Hm. I usually do more sauce than meat so my problem might be in it continuing to cook in the sauce until it begins reaching the fridge temp.
 
Simple. I have multiple containers. When the noodles are done I add the meat, loads of it, tomatoes and then dump on loads of sauce. I consider the noodles the least essential part so when you're eating Wraith's spaghetti, you're doing it Wizard King Style. So the meals are essentially ready to go into the microwave. Put in the refrigerator and they last a good while.
Of course you don't eat spaghetti every day. You ping pong back and forth with other meals, but it works for me. Been doing it for a long time. I just hate having an open box of spaghetti so I I boil all the noodles at once and then make these ready-to-eat plastic boxes of wizard-nom.
Dude you are a fucking monster for doing this.
 
Wrote a bunch of bullshit I don't believe in for work, watched internet slapfights and people generally being fucking retarded, and sympathized with movie and video game antagonists who wanted to destroy reality.

I should also probably figure out at which point day drinking by one's self becomes a "problem." 🤔
 
This is probably more of a "This week, I have..." because of how hectic it's been.

  • Learned that my boss' health has deteriorated more than anyone thought. It's very possible she's seen her last day at the office.
  • Received the go-ahead by her adult son to return to the office and work full time (and still get paid) to make sure his mom's business winds down smoothly and that all the crap she's amassed for decades gets thrown out or shredded as appropriate. The joys of working for a pack-rat 🐀 .
  • Discovered much-needed tax forms for my boss' tax return buried in various piles of old papers. I have no idea what I'll do for the stuff I still need but likely won't find. In amongst her numerous piles of old papers, I've also found half of a dollar bill and a paycheck of mine she lost and had to void/reissue. I can't help wondering what other surprises await me in the coming weeks of cleaning out her work area.
  • Learned that the city I work in did in fact approve marijuana production and sales within its borders at some point. As a result, our office building will need to be vacated no later than the end of November because it's already scheduled to be sold and torn down along with the building next door. Both lots will then be used for someone to come in and build a recreational pot shop.
  • Accepted the reality this means I'll need to start job-hunting this summer because continuing on my own is unfeasible. Assuming my boss had no plan in place for someone to acquire her business and remaining client base in this situation, I'll need to contact someone else I know in the field to see if they are hiring or know anyone that might be. *sigh* (:_(
 
  • Learned that the city I work in did in fact approve marijuana production and sales within its borders at some point. As a result, our office building will need to be vacated no later than the end of November because it's already scheduled to be sold and torn down along with the building next door. Both lots will then be used for someone to come in and build a recreational pot shop.
Well ain't that just convenient. :roll:
 
Well ain't that just convenient. :roll:
It wouldn't surprise me if the sharp decline in tax revenues due to COVID-19 played a part in the city's approval. I also suspect the city used a virtual meeting to approve this because they hadn't yet voted for approval prior to the COVID-19 outbreak and related shutdowns.

I'm just glad I saw the broker yesterday (who ironically enough works next door in the other building to be demolished for the pot shop) and get the definitive answers I needed. He hinted that whomever is buying the properties made a deal too good for any of the involved sellers to refuse.

Situation still sucks for me, but at least the boss' brother in law that owns our building is getting a lucrative deal at a good time for him.
 
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This just happened. I'll try to keep the Wraith-jokes to a minimum.

Wanted to stay indoors and relax this Sunday, but had one of those old Wraith gut feelings, those inklings that I need to go out and get some exercise. At quarter after 5 in the morning. Fine. Maybe it was Divine Inspiration. Who knows. When I get these gut feelings, bet everything you have on black... and red... I need my own roulette board.

I'm working out and I get down to an area where there's a river, it's kind of known for being ugly and poluuted, but at least it doesn't smell. Some people fish there and get fish they eat from there and at least as far as I know, no one gets sick, but you wouldn't catch me diving in there. It looks disgusting.

So right off the bat within 15 minutes near the river I saw a stork, yeah a real stork. We have one in the area and I hadn't seen it in months. Dude is skittish but I got to see him and take really crappy photos of the guy. Then I saw a family of five brown raccoons about 75 feet away. They were in plain sight in broad daylight. *suspicious Wraith is suspicious* The brown ones are rare compared to the gray ones. Three crossed the way into some tall grass and two were at a tree playing with those green wire mini fences you put around trees. One got past the fence into the tree and the other saw me coming and struggled and got into the tree. The two in the tree were little ones, not babies, but really young. Snapped some bad photos of that. Frickin' adorable. Yes Wraith can say that word. SHUT UP. Then got a little while way and met what looked like a crazy lady. Some homely chick with ugly short hair out in the open at 5:30 in the morning near the fishermen, but by herself wearing a bath robe and looking rather weird. She flagged me down for the time, and I had a bad feeling. NEVER TRUST SHORT HAIRED CHICKS EVER. Gave her the time and got out of there. That would not be the last I would see of her. I get about a thousand feet away and met sheer horror. Next to the river near some bridges were clouds of mosquitoes I had never seen before. One section, my poor estimation, had like 5-7 THOUSAND mosquitoes within a forty foot area swarming in a horizontal cylinder pattern. It honestly was hard to see through the cloud of bugs to the other side for that small area, and there was still thousands and thousands more of the little shites all around the area. I mean everywhere, man.

I can't say exactly what happened in the next few hours because it's TMI and way personal, but I got mugged by good things for my workout.

Then in a mini park that had a war memorial I found a treasure chest. ... Okay I kid, it was a cardboard box. With the Woo Flu Chink Stink you know a lot of people lost their jobs, plus we got a lot of homeless in the area, I think (if I guess right,) about a couple of dozen or less. Trucks have been coming around and handing out free food to people who need it. Someone left a foraged box of stuff. ... No one was around so I pilfered the peanut butter. DON'T QUESTION ME! IT WAS SEALED! I left the cream of mushroom soup and mac and cheese. There was some ripped open wrapper of something- IDK, but that was it. The box was 80% empty otherwise.

So doing my exercise for hours, which was a thing in and of itself because I got 50% more distance than I had in weeks because of multiple leg injuries and being out of shape because Woo Flu crap, I was pretty jazzed. My next plan was to go back to my dungeon abode (sic) and deposit the peanut butter and thought to go back out and do some shopping. 4chan yesterday had threads about joggers and such not doing any shopping today, you know recycling that welfare money back into the community so it gets taxed to be more welfare money, kind of like a dog returning to it's own vomit, so I thought I'd do some early morning shopping. Well I had to get through the business side of town to do it. But my gut started nagging me.

I'm heading in the direction of the store and am "encouraged" to look right. I'm pretty far away at this point. There's loads of concrete barricades near the heroes guild... I mean police station. Oh... fudge. I went there and found over half the cop cars missing, and the place plastered with jogger material mostly in chalk. No antifa stuff. And I took dozens of pictures, dozens. A few days ago on a venture I found a flier in a mini park in downtown pizza-land of some black chick who had gotten murdered by a 5-0 "hero" and well shrugged it off after taking a photo. Turns out the area I live in is known for making people "heroes" in blue don't like end up very much dead. MANY PEOPLE. Assuming what I saw was legit. Joggers on one side, heroes on the other. Don't trust either side. Not my fight, y'all.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! For background info for what happened next, yesterday I went out on another gut feeling for shopping and that ended up kind of cool, but that was miles and miles away and found about 8-10 businesses boarded up on the way, but three had messages they were still operating. I thought they had shut down because of the Chink Stink, but sometimes being over 100 years old I still am naive. Silly Wraith. That was miles away. It would take an hour to walk there at my brisk pace easily when I work out. Here in downtown pizza-land I counted 40 boarded up businesses with graffiti before losing count with that same stuff which was in front of the gay parade heroes' guild. I took dozens of photos. Wraith... wasn't happy with both sides of this. Some places didn't have boards up, and they got nailed. No broken windows or anything gratefully, but it was pretty bad considering.

Here's the thing, we got a slime ball that tags graffiti all over the place before this, but I think it's only one dude. Some fag named Sumo. I've been all around and he's the only faggot that does this, although he's got miles of reach all around. Little twerp can't help but put his name on everything. He's also got amazing reach and sometimes is pretty artistic, but other times kind of lame. Might be a gang, but whatever. What I saw in those few moments made Sumo look like a baby. That was some severe fudged up. I felt like I was in Detroit for a minute there.

Humbled Wraith (why am I talking about myself in the third person? Somebody get on that. I want a solution.) I went to the store after dropping off my peanut butter as noted and figured at the store no joggers would be around. The crazy lady showed up. Bitch saw me and I would swear she was coming right my way. She traveled about a mile from her original position and was still wandering around in a bath robe hours later. At least I bought orange juice and got free peanut butter.

Let's see, one jar of peanut butter that's about a pound in weight, spread on bread for PB&J's... that's what, 2 sandwiches worth of peanut butter I think? ... That sounds right.
 
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