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Bad Day

Hasn’t been a good day for much of anything, but I want to try to keep my streak going.

Two things: one, the Oregon vape ban is utter bullshit. (Actually, the bans in general are bullshit, but since I live in Oregon, that one particularly aggravates me.) So, I can go back to worsening my health problems with cigarettes, or return to self-harm or god knows what else to keep my nervous tics and anxiety at bay. So happy for that. Very important that we protect the children (from potentially imbibing a substance that contains nicotine; never mind the existing laws that say you have to be the same age to buy vape products as you do to buy cigarettes) and idiots (from death or “vape sickness,” that has yet to actually be tied to use of nicotine or non-nicotine flavored vape juice, but seems to be highly connected to black-market THC carts and cartridges/juice containing Vitamin E. Wouldn’t want to mention that, though, because otherwise, the potheads would be out of luck.

I find my tolerance for marijuana users decreases daily. I used to be in the “who cares, legalize it” camp, many moons ago. Of course, I also wanted it to be government regulated and taxed to hell rather than the free for all of a dispensary on every goddamn street. But between the attitude of most hardcore pot users (“marijuana and hemp fixes everything, man!”), my next-door neighbor slowly poisoning me by toking constantly right by his door (and somehow getting away with it, despite that we’re in an explicitly no-smoking building), and now some pothead idiots killing themselves with homebrew bullshit oil and thus sparking a wildfire of bans on items unrelated to the cause while screaming for their own rights the whole while, I’ve reached an “I don’t give a shit” level.

Oh, and good to know that at least one presidential candidate is in favor of decriminalizing heroin. Because, you know, so long as that nasty Strawberry Jam nicotine syrup is off the market, the kids are safe. Shooting up is totally fine.

I could go on – for hours and/or pages, I’m sure – but it’ll just go in circles. Besides, I’ve already been informed I’m an evil alt-right Nazi for originally suspecting this was going to happen back when San Francisco came up with it about six months ago, and an even worse alt-right Nazi for being upset about it now. (Those same folks also seem inclined to tell me “just quit, you don’t need drugs, you’re just weak,” frequently while puffing some weed or playing with their kratom.)

The other reason I’m irritated ties back to my issues with NaNoWriMo. I had some small measure of inspiration. A monster hunting ex-Yakuza from Hawaii spoke to me in the dark of the night and said he wanted to tell me his story. But I’m an evil alt-right Nazi – and a racist cultural appropriator, to boot – for thinking it’s an interesting story and thinking about writing it down.

So, yeah. Very much a bad day. Hopefully those of you out there are faring better.

Until next time.

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Yesterday I posted a short story I wrote some time ago; “Behind the Snow” was written during a blizzard in an (admittedly lame) attempt to pen something akin to a fairy tale.

I felt it appropriate to post it partly because I found it again and found I liked it more than I thought I did, and also because this week I had been exposed to something I wasn’t sure existed.

Snow in Oregon.

Yes, yes, I know, we get weather of all types all around the world, but having moved from Nevada (where it would arbitrarily dump six inches on you in the middle of July for no reason whatsoever) to Oregon (where there has been a fairly consistent light drizzle and nothing else for the last six months), I had thought that perhaps I would not see snow again for quite some time, and that it would fade into an old memory that I could never quite recapture.

I’m glad I was wrong; I didn’t know it, but I kind of missed the snow. There’s a certain smell in the air when it comes, different from the petrichor that comes with rain. The weird early morning light when there’s a dusting in progress. The way everything looks when there’s a couple of inches of perfectly packed white on top of it. It pleases me.

I got exactly that three days in the last week. The best part is we got those flurries in the early morning, which made it pretty in the early afternoon, and by two o’clock, it had packed its bags and headed elsewhere.

In other words, all the fun and beauty, none of the hassle.

What’s really fun is watching the native Oregonians panic, though. They delayed school for two hours, half the staff where I work was calling out because it road conditions were “too bad to drive in” (even if they lived only a few blocks away) and the location managers agreed, giving them a pass, and the few people I’ve seen on the road are doing the Old Creeping Jesus as if in terror their cars will magically fly off the road and perhaps off the planet.

It’s hilarious, at least to someone who is used to schools only closing or delaying if the snow is literally preventing the doors from being opened, and where folks would still treat the highway like Deathrace 2000 when there was five+ inches on top of it.

Anyway. Nothing really exciting, just felt like babbling about the snow for a minute. Until next time, folks.




The other day, I did a short video and some photos at Bush’s Pasture Park. I intend to go back and film a bit more later this week if weather and scheduling allow.

Apparently, I should also be looking into the museum that lies next to the park; there are tales that its haunted by the spirits of previous residents, and that the tour is well worth taking even if no ghosties decide to put in an appearance.

Here’s the website, which is worth looking at. I’ll probably be posting more about it in the near future, once I take the tour.

Have you been to the Bush Museum? How was it? Got any other haunted or historical locales worth checking out that you’d like to share? Let us know down below!

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Walkin’ in the Woods

Took a few photos – nothing terribly artsy, I’m afraid – while out and about earlier, thought I would share. A couple – the bench one, especially – give me evil story ideas.

Those are all from Bush’s Pasture Park here in Salem. I would have gotten more but was a little concerned that my overpriced toy – that is, the camera – would react poorly to the increasing drizzle so had to scurry. Perhaps later, I’ll go back.

Anyone else have some interesting, inspiring or just pretty pictures that show off some of the unique features of their home? Drop some links below!

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