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On November 07 2011 12:18 Avaek wrote: after reading that krokodil thread is anyone else keen to ditch weed and try it out? I was wondering if anyone else felt that same way.
really though, that shit is fucked up, holy shit.
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Probably stupid question, but anyone in NJ know if it's legal to buy a vape online?
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On November 07 2011 12:24 two.watup wrote: Probably stupid question, but anyone in NJ know if it's legal to buy a vape online?
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Not saying this is correct, that is, I am not a lawyer, but I live in NJ and bought a handheld vaporizer from a website and had no issues. Arrived fine, no delay, no problems arose.
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On November 07 2011 15:29 -ty[r]ant wrote:Show nested quote +On November 07 2011 12:24 two.watup wrote: Probably stupid question, but anyone in NJ know if it's legal to buy a vape online?
obligatory - only for legal use - disclaimer Not saying this is correct, that is, I am not a lawyer, but I live in NJ and bought a handheld vaporizer from a website and had no issues. Arrived fine, no delay, no problems arose. Yeah I'm thinking about getting a Magic Flight Launch Box, I'll probably email their customer support and ask. I'm going to a head shop on wednesday too, so I can see if they have it there since it's apparently pretty popular.
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Old Day9 videos and and whole bunch of weed go down smooth. A very enjoyable evening.
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My friend just beheaded an attachment for my bong =(
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I barely found enough weed for a joint... I think I might have to break the habit due to being poor and a bum...
I can't even keep a girlfriend due to my inability to make money right now, I have nothing but friends with benefits... sad times.
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I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life.
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On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life.
You need to get some serious help. I don't know what your situation is but you need to speak with your parents or someone. Cocaine will ravage your life, motivation, and relationships if you let it, and it only will get worse. Cleaning up all the clutter in your place will certainly make you feel a whole lot better. Best of luck.
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On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life. It wont be like this forever. Hang in there man. Be hopeful always. And look for good friendships. Good friends really help. But when they are few and far between, do shit on your own. Never give up on yourself, even when everyone else has.
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On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life. Lawl, drugs don't ruin your life, you ruin your life.
EDIT: Allowing drugs taken by your own free will to alter your meta-physical state in an inimical way isn't natural. It wont necessarily ameliorate you but it will not ruin your life, The substance has nothing to do with it, the person has everything to do with it. Also, my initial response was a reaction to his last line.
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On November 09 2011 02:51 Kuja wrote:Show nested quote +On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life. Lawl, drugs don't ruin your life, you ruin your life. How is any of what he said lawl?
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On November 09 2011 02:51 Kuja wrote:Show nested quote +On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life. Lawl, drugs don't ruin your life, you ruin your life. The guy has a crisis and your only response is to degrade him?
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My heart is broken... my AMG bong is broken... anyone hav a spare downstem for AMG bong?? please help a fellow TLer/stoner in need! i can pay for it if u want so PM me PLEASEEE!!!
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On November 09 2011 02:54 muse5187 wrote:Show nested quote +On November 09 2011 02:51 Kuja wrote:On November 09 2011 02:39 BestZergOnEast wrote: I've been sober for about 36 hours now. My body is still reeling from the abuse I have put it under. Lately I have been paranoid and delusional but now I just feel crappy. I've been chain smoking hard just for something to do. I kind of miss the high, miss the way I could talk to people, miss the energy and creativity that ketamine brought me. I actually ended up calling the cops the other day. I'd been rocking an 8 ball a day for 3 or 4 days in a row after a week long experiment with being sober. Actually the sober week was incredible. Everything was working. I was approaching really good looking women and having great interactions with them. Anyway, two days ago my lungs really started to hurt on account of all the stuff I had been putting up my nose. Like an idiot I didn't quit I just took some advil for the pain and kept getting high. So around 7 pm I stop, because I can't take any more and eventually I pass out. I wake up at 4 am to a phone call from this friend I have basically culled from my life. I don't really have any good friends, just people who use me for stuff, and I hate it. It makes me depressed. So I tell the guy I don't want to talk and hang up. He calls back and wakes me up again so I tell him to fuck off and go back to sleep. So I tell him he's blocked, block him and go back to sleep. Then I start hearing strange noises and imagine that he's trying to break into my apartment by crawling around in the space above my ceiling. So I arm myself with some knives and call the cops. The cops show up and dispatch calls me, they tell me to go down and let the cops in, I say okay but I'm bringing my knives. Dispatch isn't cool with that so they say the cops will find a new way in. Now when I called the cops I had flushed the remaining drugs and washed off the plate I was crushing it with. So anyway, the cops get there and tell me to put down my knives and I do and they come in. We talk for a bit and they tell me I'm crazy and delusional, and in retrospect they are probably right. Then they escort me to a taxi and I spend the night in a hotel. It was nice to stay in a hotel again, away from my extremely messy apartment. I wish I was happy. Stay away from drugs, they will ruin your life. Lawl, drugs don't ruin your life, you ruin your life. The guy has a crisis and your only response is to degrade him? you really believe he wrote that himself?
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On November 06 2011 21:45 FallDownMarigold wrote:Show nested quote +On November 02 2011 20:13 Epigon wrote:On October 31 2011 06:47 LagT_T wrote:On October 31 2011 00:41 SnetteL wrote:On October 31 2011 00:37 Grimmyman123 wrote: How do you know a SC2 player is stoned out of his mind? His APM drops to 1. I actually play pretty smooth when I'm high, mechanics are alright, decision making 'slightly' slower. If I had a dollar for every time I tunneled vision on a battle staring at the pretty lazerz :$ Dude, you guys should try to clear your mind before getting high and tell yourself almost all of the socially learned stereotypes about weed are false. Weed helps your brain fire differently, not worse, it actually helps you fire new synapses. I have found that knowing that I can ignore what people say it does to you and use it as almost a performance enhancing drug. If you have the right mindset while using it, and are using a sativa, I find you can use it to get a lot better at almost anything. Edit: The reason I say this is because we have to come together as pot heads and use it as a tool of self improvement, therefore it's social usefulness can not be questioned. If we use it to help us improve ourselves it is only a matter of time before the stereotypes about it are a thing of the past and people know the truth instead of propaganda from fucking 50 years ago. It's cool that your anecdotal experience says weed makes you better at certain things. Here's what some research says though: Smoking weed lets THC act on your CB1 receptors at the brain. Normally, the main endogenous ligand for CB1 receptor is anandamide, a hormone involved in a variety of different signaling pathways. Anandamide is associated with appetite and "forgetting" pathways. In one study, researchers constitutively inactivated CB1 receptors. In other words, it would be like making it so that you turned off the effect anandamide normally has. What should be obvious at this point is that the researchers developed a model for looking at the first layer of the mechanism in your brain that responds to THC from weed. They completely knocked out CB1 responsiveness to anandamide, which implies they generated a mouse line unresponsive to THC. Next, they performed behavioral and functional testing. They found that CB1-/- mice, or mice that are physically incapable of being stimulated by THC, retained aversive memories forever. What I mean here is that they shocked normal, wildtype mice each time they sounded a high frequency alarm. The normal mice learned to associate the sound with pain, and thus they responded to the sound just as they did to the pain stimulus after they got used to the sound. Even when the painful stimulus was not applied, the mice responded as if it was. For about a week after the painful stimulus was stopped being administered along with the sound, the normal mice would respond to it just the same. Now for the really interesting part: After about a week, these normal mice began to "forget" about the painful sound association, and they stopped responding negatively to the sound alarm without the pain stimulus. In other words, they were able to forget about the aversive relationship between the painful shock and the alarm sound that came with it initially. However, they did the same experiments on CB1 receptor null mice. These mice had no anandamide receptor activity, which as I stated is the endogenous ligand that activates the same receptors activated by THC from weed. So how did these mice respond to the learning experiment? Well, they too did not like the painful shock stimulus. They too did not like the alarm sound, as it reminded them of the shock even when the shock was withheld from the alarm sound. The difference? These mice NEVER forgot about the painful association with the alarm sound. Even after months, these mice still retained these aversive memories. Discussion. So? What does that imply? Well, it has implications on memory for starters. Bad or good? Well, it's useful to know that the medical world actually used those mice studies as a basis for considering marijuana as an anti-traumatic experiences treatment. It's still being studied extensively now as an option. Imagine if we could help people to gain the ability to "forget" about aversive correlations and memories? This could immensely help war veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder. What about the bad? Well, there is a correlation with loss of short term memory ability too, as demonstrated by the data. Where does this fit into what you said about weed "helping" you perform? Well, let's think about it. Now that we've elucidated a bit of what THC is actually DOING in your brain (there is still much we don't know...), let's see if we can define how it might be improving function. I'm curious as to what you come up with, because right now I can't come up with any ideas for how it might increase brain function or whatever. In fact, it seems that it might hamper your cognitive processes due to the CB1 effects! Edit: Forgot to add. It would also be a useful study if one examined the effects of constitutively activating CB1 receptor activity. And that's exactly what researchers did after the CB1-/- mice experiments. Basically, they created mice that ALWAYS have their CB1 receptors activated. Remember, CB1 is the receptor at the brain that is activated by THC molecules from weed, or by endogenous anandamide ligand. What did they call these mice? The mice were dubbed "stoner mice". These mice were hilarious, and maybe later I'll try to find some of the research data including videos of how these "stoner mice" behaved. In short, a lot of observations were made regarding their various behavioral characteristics. None of these observations suggested any obvious increased ability to do anything. As a result, I would argue that your seemingly newfound and improved ability to do something while high on THC is not a direct result of what THC is doing to your brain. Rather, it's got to be because of something else. Maybe you think differently while high, and THAT is what improves whatever particular thing you are doing on some other level of cognition. However, that said, you still experience the delays and other "slightly negative" effects of weed as a result of CB1 activity alteration. +1 respects for backing up your arguments.
Anyway, I'm not quite sure how psychology/phsyiology/biology work but from the study/experiment that you've mentioned, I wonder if it's possible to, for example, condition a StarCraft 2 player to respond to the sound of, for example, larva being spawned after the ~28 seconds that the queen injected larva. Of course this can be done without any of that fancy stuff, but hey, this way we won't ever forget, right?
(I'm thinking that the larva spawned sound parallels the alarm sound, and if the association between an alarm and being shocked can be made, why not larva spawned sound and injecting?)
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new bong and pipe =D
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Does that thing have enough chambers? They might have been able to fit a couple more.
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