The stupid names for marijuana strains aren’t helping.

Unless you’ve been living in a cave with no access to the outside world, you’d know that many states are debating the legalization of marijuana. Some states, like the one I live in, have legalized it for medicinal use only, while others, like Colorado, have legalized it all out for recreational use. It’s all so stupid. There is really no reason, outside of old wive’s tales and prisons for profit, that it should be illegal at all. But any reasonable person already knows this, and I’m not here to talk about that. I want to talk about something else: the stupid strain names.

The strain names are a problem, and I’d bet hurting marijuana’s legalization on a federal level. Of course a knee jerk reaction would be, “That’s stupid. Who cares what the names are? It shouldn’t matter.” That’s the equivalent of saying the person who has ink all over their face should have no problem getting a job because it shouldn’t matter. Well, guess what? It does. It’s about perception, whether you like it or not, and when you are trying to fight to get something legalized on just a medicinal level, it doesn’t help your fucking case when you say, “But G Spot is great for neck pain!”

Do you really expect those you are fighting against to take you seriously?

Here are a sampling of names from the strains from over at Leafly (which is a phenomenal source of information on marijuana, I highly recommend them):

  • Jack the Ripper
  • AK-47
  • Chemdawg
  • Death Star
  • Great White Shark
  • Fucking Incredible
  • Matanuska Thunder Fuck
  • Alien Dawg
  • …and on and on

Look, I’m not going to deny it, if I were in my 20s, these would be fun names. But how seriously do you expect that legislator that is against legalization going to take you when you say “Matanuska Thunder Fuck” has great medicinal properties. Hey, I bet it does, but good luck having anyone against the fight take you seriously (and I don’t blame them).

Or, what about the 60-year-old patient who needs it for glaucoma or cancer or whatever. Do you honestly believe they want to go into a dispensary and order an 1/8th of “Fucking Incredible” or “G Spot”? I don’t think my dad would do that, and he’s pro-weed. Or, like my sister said, no 70-year-old wants to talk about death, so they probably aren’t running to get some “Death Star” in their system.

I know I look like an old man shaking my fist at the sky and yelling at the kids to get off the lawn. I know this. But I’m right. It’s not helping. I desperately want marijuana legalized on a federal level so the prices can come the fuck down and I don’t have to drive all over town looking for the best bargains. Until that happens, for fuck’s sake, if a new strain comes along, think of the bigger picture before naming it something that looks like it came out of a teenager’s mouth.

And, man, do I want to punch the fucker in the throat who came up with “Budtender”.

All  that ranting, but I still like this song.

Everything has changed.

The following is a straight copy and paste from a forum I posted this on. While we backup that forum, it’s crashed twice losing all the posts, so I wanted to put this here as a backup. I don’t suspect I’ll forget this; it’s more of a post for others to stumble upon. Without further adieu…

I love my Kindle, and I love eBooks. But one thing that has always bothered me is the inability to purchase eBooks from, say, the UK.

Recently in a discussion on eBook deals, someone was seeing a different price than what was being advertised for me. Turns out he lives out of the country. He said for the most part, he gets the same deals as those in the US (since his Kindle is registered in the US), but sometimes, like that particular book, he couldn’t get the deal price. He had tired a different proxy and VPN too. Partly wanting to help, and partly wanting it for my own uses, I started hunting around for a solution, then I found this: https://www.howtogeek.com/328197/how-to-change-your-country-on-your-amazon-so-you-can-buy-different-kindle-books

It’s address based, and you can change your address. He tried it, and not only did it work, it removed the VAT.

Reading the article, it appears that the best deals are at Amazon India (doing a cursory search, the prices are better on most of the books I looked at), and there are times when I see deals on books in the UK.

I gave it a shot and sure enough, it worked like a charm. This definitely changes everything. As I plowed deeper into price differences between India and the US, there were massive differences. For example, Micheal Connelly’s latest two novels go for $9.99 each on Amazon US, but under $3 each at Amazon India.

As if I don’t have enough to read now.

Crap year, but not really.

This year, well at least since the end of February or so, has kind of been crappy. February saw some cocksucker run me off the road, totaling my most favorite vehicle I’ve owned to date. Fortunately, I got far more in the settlement than I expected, affording me to get a brand new 2018 model of the vehicle that was totaled (with even more bells and whistles at the same payment), but being so close to a paid-off car still stings, especially when I had legit plans for that extra money

Following that, a tree fell into my shed. This was not really a surprise, and insurance gave me a nice settlement, but I’m still not looking forward to the cleaning out and disposal of the shed. That’s going to be a pain in my ass. I’m seriously considering just hiring someone to take it all away except for the mower.

Then my garbage disposal died on me. One day it worked, the other day nothing. Since there was no sound at all coming from it, I figured that button on the bottom had popped, but sadly no. However, my dad was coming up soon to go on a trip to see our family, and I asked him if he could check the switch. He said sure, he’d do it when we came back. Well…

After spending the weekend with my family, we came back home lucky to have missed some major thunderstorms that had come through the area over the weekend. It started pouring when I pulled in my driveway, but that was cool, my dad was going to look at that switch, so that would give the storm time to blow through. 

While my dad was looking at the switch, I went upstairs to go to the bathroom. When I reached the top, something caught my eye. That light cover sure looks weird. Why is it shadowed on the bottom like that…and what is that spot on the ceiling next to it? Naturally, being a 7-year-old, I put my finger on that spot already knowing what would happen, and sure enough, water started running from the new hole I created. And that shadow in the light cover? Water. Turns out, my roof was leaking.

I went downstairs and explained the situation to my dad. He had more bad news: not only was my garbage disposal switch working properly, my electric in that wall was all jacked up. Something about a wire that wasn’t supposed to be hot always-on hot. Dad was very concerned about this, and I needed to get an electrician out as soon as possible. So I hit the breakers that controlled that wall (fortunately, it just controlled that wall and where the microwave was plugged in; the majority of my outlets in the kitchen worked otherwise). Joy.

I made a call to my insurance company for the roof, got a phone number of a contractor my sister used and left him a message, and figured I’d wait before calling an electrician to see what kind of money I was looking at for the leak.

Things took a delightful turn the next day, however, when my dad called me and said he was mistaken about the wire. It was, in fact, acting as it should and he was on his way up with some switches. I told him I’d buy them, but he said no, he would, because I’d probably get the wrong ones. I scoffed, but it turns out he was right, I might have. Who knew light switches were sold in different amps? I sure as hell didn’t.

Anyway, he was done within 10 or so minutes after he arrived and when he flicked the new switch on, BOOM! The garbage disposal kicked on for the first time in about a month. 

The roof? That’s another story which I fully intend on writing.

At the end of the day, though, while I say it’s been crappy, everything has been working out (even the roof). So I don’t think crappy is the right word. Inconvenienced is probably better. I’ve been inconvenienced by annoyances since February. Yeah, these are first world problems, sure, and I don’t even compare my year to the one my friend has been saddled with (quite possibly my only reader at this point), but sometimes you just need to vent.