i don't feel like i've found as much Dude Weed culture here on cohost as i expect i would have. maybe thats the lacking interest overlap from the very-online furry and fandom oriented posters here; maybe thats lacking because of demography (cohost users skewing older or aging out of the prime early 20s Dude Weed demo); or maybe thats because its for the most part legal now and so the discussion has moved in more scientific directions with the milligrams and the hybridizations and the microdosing and so on, and the "guy on weed on the internet" schtick gets old and also maybe they went to touch grass; but it was a part of the old forums where the angry wisdom lived that i always cherished, the resident jim anchower, slackjawed at life but online. god its great to be high from edibles and on the computer.

took an edible and thought about how my cats like to nap/hang out on the smushed down cooler duffels that i keep on the low shelf of the pantry rather than in their various and assorted cat beds, and how weird it was to want to be out of what i've mostly thought of as living space, and instead being in storage space,

but then i thought about how they must like it because no one (me) messes with that space, and that they must have it smushed down the way they wanted, feel the pride of ownership for making their own little space in the parts i don't go and i got sad and emotional enough that i started tearing up and gave them extra treats because i felt bad. i love these little furry goblins so much.

cats in the cradle

having a talking heads moment where i wonder how i am 36 and also how i've turned into my dad. how did my life turn out this way?

LETTING THE DAYS GO BY