[Weezard]

"Same as it ever was"

[Casper808]

Alohaz....da faces change,but da story remains da same...nomattaz what they do,da door is open.right now dey given us cardz,we use da cardz .bumbye maybe sometin else,but da door is open step right in da wataz fine.next Craig"Fn" list selling products and services along wit coops and groups gathering and tradin medicine.den dispenses? No mattaz we jus do what we do..when did dey start flyin las year?april?..........cheeeeeee eee

[Greyskull]

[Chunkypigs]

^beneficial predators?

[Dawn Patrol]

Originally Posted by Greyskull

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Awesome pic Grey!!

Originally Posted by Chunkypigs

^beneficial predators?

Why not?? Thats a badass lizard right there!

Originally Posted by oldhaole

I believe I can see the future,
Cause I repeat the same routine.
I think I used to have a purpose,
Then again, it might have been a dream.

Just got back from Montreal and I swear to God I was hoping you were going to rhyme routine with poutine (yeah don't ask what fucked up circumstances took me there in February instead of June or how miserable that trip was....but I did have an awesome poutine)

Wiki link for you island dwellers: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine

[Casper808]

Ah poutine at la belle Provence ..good fries.and smoked meat sandwich from Shwartz,mmmm supah onoliscious. And dats no lizard Dat is one Hawaiian dinosaur ....

[oldhaole]

As a general rule, I don't like to use the same music twice, but tonite I'm breaking that rule. If you realy want to nitpick at it, I don't believe I used the entire song, just a small portion of it, and that was like three years ago..... So there ain't many of you left who can honestly call me on that.

And even if you did..... I seriously doubt I'd give a good damn.

Every once in a while you get one of these. A pointless post. I went over to Caspers place this afternoon, smoked way too much oil, came home to wifey wanting to watch some garbage on TV, so I took a nice long nap. So now I find myself wide awake at 1 AM..... with nothing to do. Yes, I can smoke a pile more oil, and fade right out, but unfortunatly, the dogs napped with me, and they don't do fade right out after a day in the kennel, followed by a long nap. They want to run, maybe find something to maim, so while I wait for a broken pile of flesh to be delivered to me..... what the hell, it's not like we don't have some time to.... well....sorry....kill.

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet,
You're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.

One thing I gotta comment on. Some, no, a very few, of you seem to think since I have been here forever, I have axcess to some of the old Hawaiian genetics that have long since gone the way of the Dodo bird. While I can neither confirm or deny this, I am NOT intrested in trading my ace for your two of Spades, so please don't bother to ask.

We are, What? Five years into this trip, and when you do the same thing, time after time, day after day, it's hard to find anything new in the same old routine. If I was to run this as a conventional growlog, might as well cut and paste a single year over and over again. I try to run this trip under the principal of "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" subsequently, every year looks pretty much like the last. So what happens in these logs is I tend to skip straight over the mundane stuff, and highlight the..... let's call them the excentricities of this life.

Thing is, it's the mundane shit, you gotta do, to be sucessful. I may not talk about it, but this crap must be done. I spent several hours weeding the bottom garden today, you say BFD, NEXT! That shit had to get done, you just didn't care to know.

So pardon me, if I skip over the little stuff. Minor stuff like soil preperation, feeding, when to harvest, and even strain selection. None of that shit matters, there are menehunes toiling behind scenes, they do all that crap. Me? Strictly comic relief, the voice in your head. Besides, if you are too damn lazy to hit one of the links at the bottom, If you really gotta know.....ask. I'll give you a long drawn out answer guaranteed to make your eyes glaze over, and you may even drool a bit too.

Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

The fact is that an outdoor grow, done every year, I compare to a play put on every night. Though I know every line that was missed on my side of the curtain, you, on your side, should see nothing but perfection. Sure, there are things beyond my control. I depend on those things to keep this log fresh. As the director of this circus, I know perfection is a goal that will never be reached. But the pursuit of that goal is what keeps me comming back. Done right, (should I add my standard disclaimer? Why not?) and NOWHERE have I promised to do ANYTHING right,

Oh fuck! us old people get forgetful..... Where was I? Not important. Go back...pursuit?, goal?, comming back? Oh hell! I sound like a Tony Robbins comercial.....

A point? Got it! I may never reach perfection, but each year, done right, bla bla bla I get a little closer.

Now I gotta go vomit. After that load of whatever you want to call it..... Poutine maybe?

Poutine WTF? we call it french fries with gravy. Fuckin' surrender monkeys.......

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Dirtboy808]

OH Know what you mean I get the Puna Budda question. Most people wouldn't like it way to sativa from what I remember. Lets hear more about your dog shit compost.lol Any free fert this year? And please bring back the bucket heads they more fun then the coneheads.
Or the Bong Show with Chucky Baby who was a ex Nam vet bad ass dude.

[oldhaole]

Let this be a lesson to you. No matter how much time passes between trips, there is always one of you that has been paying attention, and subsequently..... He kinda knows around where the bodies are burried. Come to think about it, he knows exactly who is burried where.

Sure, I can dig them up, and put them on display, I doubt it is gonna smell good, but if you really want to know about this shit, literally, hang on..... we can do this, but it's gonna get done my way.

It's called spin.

We all do it. A story is almost never told without it. A story unspun goes nowhere. Put it down, and it topples right over. Shit! The last time your old lady asked where the hell you were when you were suppose to be helping her? MIA? Betcha you spun like a professional. So it's not like we all don't do it to one degree or another.

By the way, when I do it, we call it spin. You do it? Same same. When any of the entire subspecies we call female do it.... it has a different name. Then it's called, say it with me......

BULLSHIT!

Got it? Thought so.

Anyway, give me a sec to get this going.....This is gonna be a hard sell.

Oh! I forgot to tell you what happens when too much spin is applied.

More better I show you. Blame DB.... this was his idea!

Ok. Ask any of my friends. I'm a cheap fuck. I see no reason to buy, what I can otherwise beg, borrow, steal, or make myself. If you are patient, some times stuff you need falls off a truck, right outside your driveway. Other times stuff you need is just a question.

"Dude? What you gonna do with that load of chips? The dump? That's twenty miles, if you like, dump 'em at my house. It's a mile down the road. I'll give you a fifty bucks". Worst he can say is no.

Guess what? Those chips be mine. And every time they are up here and he is working..... I get a call.

So what the hell am I doing forking over 20 bucks a bag for something I can make at home for next to nothing? One thing a planter garden does is eat soil. Every year those planters should be taken apart and refilled with fresh dirt. That's work, and thus out of the question. But if you make a real hot compost, you can mix a couple of buckets in each planter when the hole is put to sleep, plant clover, then let it sit for half a year. When you need six months of production out of that hole.... it performs.

So, Dog Shit Compost. Yep. Since we have only four dogs left, the ratio is off, but I throw all of it in with next years compost. It takes six months to collect enough stuff for a good sized pile, Then I bury it for another six months, along with all the other stuff the garden produces. So I hate to disappoint you, but it is really about 5% or less of dog shit. The rest is the usual stuff.

The results speak for themselves. Last year, using zero store soil, only dog shit compost, potted starts straight into compost, each Skunkdog clone planted in that way yielded a pound a plant. The starts in FF ocean? Two ozs less average.

It works, better than what I could buy, and all I gotta do is collect shit. Seems to be a no brainer. A little dog shit never hurt anyone.

Besides the dog shit compost, a half pallet of the stinkless Chickenshit got mangled in shipment. Nobody else wanted it, so they dropped it here, and I spread it on the garden. Cost me nothing.

Ok... you can say it now.... EEwwwwww......

Feel better?

The bucketheads? You'd like to see a return of the bucketheads, and frankly so would I. The bucketheads only appear when there are trees behind them. If trees happen, so will the bucketheads.
Promise.

As for the rest.... that ain't me.

I prefer the story about the hemphead from Maui that slips in shit, yet always comes up smelling like a rose.

Next time you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.

[Greyskull]

pardon me for the interruption to your eloquent dialog, good sir..

but at day 41

Dutch-fucking-Treat!!!!!


Galacti-fucking-ca!!!!!

resume your shit