A to Z Blogging Challenge 2015: N is for Nerdgasm

If you follow Team Netherworld's blogs regularly, you might get the idea that we're a bunch of nerds.

Guess what--you're right!

We love science fiction and we love horror. We love classic horror comics. Seeing the sweet stack of cheesy comic goodness that this guy has is giving me a massive Nerdgasm!

My sis (DJ Aurora) and I always loved horror comics. Our father (R.I.P.) said he thought it was a waste of money, but I caught him sneaking a peek more than once! Our mother said that reading them would give us nightmares. Sometimes we did get pretty spooked, but it was worth it!

The guy in the video looks like he'd be a pretty cool fellow nerd to hang out with. Plus, he has an epic beard!

What gives you Nerdgasms?

~DJ Adam~

Charice: Mama

We're running a little late with it, but here's a song for all the mothers!

To Adam Lambert, Riff Cherry, and my Son

A beautiful video featuring Adam and his little godson.
This video was made in honor of the birthdays of Adam and Riff.
Today is my son's birthday.
23 years ago today, I was in horrible agony.
It was worth it!

He was born at 8:19 A.M. on May 8, 1990 via C-section with me knocked out cold cause things weren't going too well at that point.

I haven't been a very good person in life, and I don't think I deserve much, but somehow I got this miraculous gift anyway.

Without him, I would not be alive today, and I mean that.

We should always be grateful for our young ones, and for those who offer them their love and support.

I know there are some out there who think people like Adam shouldn't be allowed to be part of raising children, just because he's gay.

I say bullshit.

Love is love. 

There are some who will say people like me shouldn't be allowed to raise children because I'm mentally ill.

I could have used a fuck of a lot more help.

I could have used having people to listen to me and help figure out what was going on, instead of berating me and telling me to "just stop thinking/feeling/being like that."

But in the end, my son and I made it through.

This is a great day in history.

I'm here because I need to be here to help my son achieve his goals.

I know Adam wants to help his godson achieve his goals.

So, we're pretty good people, regardless of what anyone else might think.

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

KHEL 666

Undead in the Netherworld

Hordes of Baby Snakes

WARNING! IF YOU HAVE A SNAKE PHOBIA, THIS VIDEO IS NOT FOR YOU!

I love snakes. As my sister mentioned in a post on her Posterous, we sometimes had pet garden snakes when we were growing up. We have never owned a larger snake, and nor would either of us want to. I think you really have to be prepared to care for these animals, and both of us own cats. Scary combination.

Nonetheless, even though I've got that Snake Love (yes, bring on the phallic symbol jokes) I still get a little Indiana Jonesed out when I see large numbers of snakes writhing around together. Yes, even baby snakes.

Freaked my man out too. He came up behind me to see what I was watching. He told me I was a big freak and he was going to work now where there are normal people.

No there aren't! I know the people he works with. They aren't any more normal than I am!

But we may be a little more normal than the Snake Bytes folks! ;-)

They sure do have fun, though.

Thanks to my sis, Aurora, for turning me on to this channel!

Sample Reading By Spectra For Spectra

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I hate this card. Fuck this card! I've seen this card way too much in my life.

Hello folks! Spectra Ghostseeker here, and as promised, here is a sample ten card reading. I am the querent. Reading for oneself can be difficult because sometimes objectivity is compromised.

I generally read for myself because I have had difficulty finding a reader who is a) competent, and b) trustworthy. A couple years back I found myself in a bad situation due to trusting a clairvoyant who was reasonably competent but not at all trustworthy.

The last time I paid someone else for a reading, she was a nice enough person but had no skills at all. Not naming names in either of these cases. Let's move on.
This reading will allow you to see my style. I normally charge $25 for the ten card readings, but if you make a donation of $6.66 to this blog, I'll give you a reading at that Nice Price.
Ready? Let's begin.

The card in the present position is the four of wands reversed. This shows me holding back, unwilling to take on too much in the way of challenges, feeling defeated, withdrawn, and perhaps a bit sullen and indignant. I'm holding onto the past and not wanting to walk into the future for fear that it will be the same or worse. Off to a great start, then!

The card of immediate influence is the Ace of Pentacles reversed. More of this lethargic attitude. Fear of loss keeps me stuck in a stagnant situation. 
 
The card of goal or destiny, the best that can be achieved given the circumstances, is the Seven of Wands. This is victory if will is applied. So if I can muster the will, perhaps I can achieve the power over my current situation.

The card representing the foundation of the matter is the Two of Wands reversed. This is a failure to address a past situation which then re-entered my life and bit me on the ass once again. Loss of clarity is certainly an accurate factor. Lack of faith in myself? In spades.

The card representing the recent past events is the Page of Pentacles reversed. This represents unfavorable tidings with business or financial matters. I can't recall the last time I had favorable tidings when it came to financial matters. I've been in debt for quite some time, more sinking than swimming.

The card representing the future influence is the Lovers. In my case, I can assure you that this is not an actual significant other, as I am sworn to celibacy for quite good reasons (my mental illness.) It represents a choice that will need to be made, and I must have faith in myself in order to make it. This has always been a challenge for me, and sadly, not one that I have met very well in most cases.

The next card represents my role or attitude in the situation. This is a card that I have seen too often: the ten of swords. I've had the ten of swords to my heart too many times in the past few years. I trust no-one. I tend to escape into dream worlds. I fear more of the same, always and forever.

The card representing my environment and the people influencing my situation is the ten of cups reversed. This points again to my stagnation in my current situation. There was indeed a false and unrequited love in the not too distant past, which was actually the ghost of an unrequited love from many years gone by. Never mind as I'm not going into details. Next time this phantom shows up, I'm hitting him over the head with a shovel. He's no good, and he never will be any good. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
 
The card representing my hopes and fears is the Two of Pentacles reversed. This indicates a fear that I will never see anything but imbalance and disharmony, and that every time I seem to be winning I'll be losing again. Boy do I have a song for this post!

The card representing the final outcome is Temperance. It is true that I am older and wiser, and I do have Lithium on my side to keep my worse emotions in balance. I must be logical and calm, showing self-restraint and tempering passions. I must believe in my spiritual abilities and practice exercises such as meditation. Be as the monk. This I can do!

This has been a card reading by Spectra Ghostseeker for Spectra Ghostseeker. I hope you enjoyed it. Until 6 AM Mountain Time, I will do free three card readings (past, present, future) for anyone who requests one in the comments on this post.

Peace and Blessings,
Spectra

Here's the theme song for the post. This was one of my late father's favorite albums. A little bit bittersweet there.

If only Fat People get Fat People Diseases, Why Did my Skinny MIL Die From a Stroke?

This image was found at this wonderful blog

I didn't really feel like it was appropriate to put this in the previous post, but my mother in law died a few months after suffering a stroke. You know how strokes are supposed to be things that happen to fat people? She was a tiny, skinny woman. She stood barely five feet tall and only weighed about 92 pounds. So by the logic of the anti-fat brigade, should she have not lived forever?

I'm five foot six and weigh closer to 292 pounds. I'm a nurse, so I know the importance of keeping an eye on certain basic readings. I'm doing fine. My doctor says I'm doing fine. He's a wise man. He says the only time weight is a concern to him is if there are sudden marked increases, which generally indicate fluid gain. Fluid gain comes on with issues such as kidney dysfunction. It's sad, but my doc is in the minority.

My cousin has lost about 30 pounds working out in the therapy pool at the facility where she works. Having worked in health care for many years, both of our bodies are pretty beat up. I'm going to ask the rehab center affiliated with our hospital if there's any chance I could work out in their pool after hours. If not, I think I'll take my cousin up on her suggestion that I could use the pool at the facility where she works. They allow the public to use it for a fee.

Here's something to note. My cousin was not TRYING to lose weight. I will not be TRYING to lose weight. The thing that sold me was not the weight loss, it's the increased flexibility and range of motion that she's been going on about. Flexibility is so important and so underrated. It's always the last quality addressed in exercise, but is as important as strength or stamina.

Certainly it's more important than "being skinny." As a nurse, I end up seeing people who become "skinny" for life and health threatening reasons all the time. Sudden weight fluctuations in either direction are always red flags. Weight measurement should be used for catching problems like endocrine dysfunction of other health concerns. It should not be used as a means of berating people.

Seeing as blaming and shaming always work so well, you'd think that other health care professionals would get a clue, right? So many times I find myself facepalming at the idiot remarks made by my own kind. They make them while I'm sitting right there, not intending to hurt me, but simply out of ignorance and brainwashing.

Maybe you can never be too rich, but you can sure be obsessed with being too thin! The poison of our thin-centric society is more than obvious. Eating disorders in young people, particularly young women, are more rampant than ever. Now that is a serious problem, but people are putting on their blinders. As long as these girls are skinny, they're healthy. Right?

It's time that we start berating the douchebags who think that insulting fat people is okay. Those who use mean humor are not funny. Let's quit stroking their limp egos.

My body happens to look a lot like the body of the larger woman. My husband, who stands about six foot two (took after his father in the height department) and weighs around 175 pounds, has no qualms about touching my body. He is not a "chubby chaser." The woman he was with before me was a model. She had a body that women in this society (myself included) envy.

We ended up together after he broke up with her. We worked together and had been friends for nearly three years. He asked me if I'd be his date to a fund raiser that he was involved with and I said "sure." That evening, we both realized how much we really enjoyed being together and decided to try another date, this time to the Museum of Natural History, which is something we both love. 

We were walking through the minerals exhibition and he took my hand. I hoped that he wouldn't let go. We bought tickets for a show at the planetarium, and partway through, he asked if he could kiss me. He didn't stick his tongue down my throat or try to grope me. But his lips stayed on mine for what was a good long time, and yet not nearly long enough.

When he dropped me off at home, he didn't try to get in my pants, but we held onto each other for quite a while. He asked me why we hadn't done this before.

"Because you were with someone and we work together," I said.

"Ja, there's that," was his answer. "But I don't think this shall be a problem. You want to do this again, I'd like that. You don't want to do it again like this, we are friends still."

I wanted to do it again.

Of course I worried that he was "settling" for the fat broad because he couldn't make things work with the gorgeous model, who happened to be trying to change him into something that was more cosmopolitan, more visually appealing in her eyes. I wondered how he could "downgrade" from her to me.

When I eventually confessed my fears to him, he was genuinely surprised. He said he never saw me as a downgrade. He said that we enjoyed each other's company and he never felt like I was trying to change him into something he wasn't. That was what was important to him. Not the number that came up when I stepped on a scale.

Nils and I had our ten year wedding anniversary this year. Because of his mother's health issues, we really didn't have much of a celebration. We decided to postpone our anniversary celebration proper to the anniversary of when we first started dating, back on December 15, 1999. Maybe we'll spend Christmas in the mountains, making out to Riding the Storm Out. 

Some might think the thought of a skinny, knobby-kneed, tow-headed fortyish Norwegian guy with a slightly receding hairline making out with a fat, fiftyish American brunette who looks far more like Rosie O'Donnell than Mila Kunis or whoever is the Hollywood flavor of the month these days, is "disgusting." Neither of us look like supermodel manikins. But I happen to think that two people in love is beautiful, no matter what they look like.

I get more turned on seeing my husband naked than I do seeing any Hollywood actor or G.Q. model, and his actions would indicate that he's far from disgusted with my body. He once said "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would want to fuck yourself."

Perhaps I should do that--and let him watch, of course.

Yeah, it's disgusting, I know. At least to all the namby-pamby little wimps who want a blow-up doll who won't do annoying things like talk or demand to be treated like a human being. A fat woman having sex, and a partner who enjoys having sex with her. Ewwww....gross!

Know what? I don't care what they think. My amazing husband is on call at the hospital today, so I better get on this, just in case one of our colleagues happens to call in with Beer Fever, as is prone to happening on weekends. 

Wishing you love and peace, no matter what your size.

Aurora

Pepper

Remember this one? I really need to hear some nasty, angry music today. Not necessarily loud or raucous, but anti-establishment. Ya know?

It's been a real boner year. Dad died on July 8 at 79 years old. And now Nils' mom passed away on October 4. She was 82. I flew to Norway with him and his brother for the funeral. It's always so beautiful there, but this time the occasion was a somber one. I think his dad will be okay. He's a stoic, resourceful man. I'm really not sure how Nils and his brother ended up being so warm. Their parents were anything but demonstrative with affection.

More of this to come. 

Typical Conversation with Mom

We Are Family

For my Writing Sisters and Misters!

Pink: Family Portrait

Minecraft Parody set to Coldplay

My son plays Minecraft. Here's one for him.

Something I Need to Work On

I've always said that if you want to do it and it isn't hurting you or anyone else, do it.

I did not get that from my family.

My family was the kind of family where you always needed to justify what you were doing. If it served no practical purpose, you would get no support.

I have tried not to impart that horrible feeling to my own children.

It's one thing to encourage someone to have a practical trade that they can do while working on the arts. But at least let them choose a trade that they like.

I got pigeonholed into nursing, and I hate it.

Let your kids be themselves. Don't try to force them to be who you think they should be.

The Bitch is Back

Hi friends. I decided to follow in the footsteps of my writing sisters and make one of these spaces so I don't fall behind the times. So, here I am.

As many of you know, my brother Adam Everhard's and my father died on the night of July 8. He had a serious heart attack two days before my birthday. His heart was badly damaged. Because of his age (and the fact that he isn't Dick Cheney and can't pull those kinds of strings) he was not a candidate for a transplant, which is really the only thing that could have saved him. So he went into congestive heart failure, and he died.

Dad's body was cremated and we will have a memorial service tomorrow evening. It will probably be a lot more sentimental than he would have liked. Dad was very pragmatic. I'm not sure how he ended up with a couple of wet blankets like Adam and me. Our eldest sister is a lot more like he was. Mom isn't a particularly sentimental person either. 

I just know I'm not going to sleep well tonight. I'm glad that I have a husband who understands my weirdness and doesn't tell me how I should be. 

You have not ceased to exist, Dad, you have just flown beyond the horizon where we can't see you any more in this life. But we will see you again.

We love you.

 

31 Years ago Today

July 16, 1981

My brother and I were up at the crack of noon, like usual. He was seventeen, I was fifteen. My nineteen year old sister had just left for her job at Dairy Queen, and Hank and I figured we'd go to the pool, then go see Ursula and get some ice cream and piss her off because we got to go to the pool and she didn't. Pretty typical summer day.

At two o clock, everything went to hell.

Mom came to the pool in a panic, screaming that Dad had been in an accident and was at the hospital.

He was dead on arrival.

The guy driving the pickup truck was going close to 100 miles an hour. He was on the wrong side of the road to pass the car in front of him. Turned out that he'd been drinking and tooting up. He went to jail for 13 years. I try not to even think about him. I don't know where he is and I don't want to know. It wouldn't help me to know.

Dad was riding his motorcycle. He was wearing his helmet. But when you get clipped by a vehicle going that fast, it doesn't help.

I always thought about how Dad's death didn't make much difference in the scheme of things. He was just another blue collar worker, a forklift operator. He never went to college. He and Mom had my sister right out of high school. They were only 18 years old, twenty when my brother came along, and then 22 when I arrived. We lived in a little suburban house that my parents did their best to make nice. We were nobody, but when that one average Joe died, the world went to hell for four people.

Hank tried to suck it up and be the man of the house. I resented him telling me what to do. Ursula had already been bossy, but now my best buddy was trying to act like my father. I did my damndest to let him know that he wasn't. 

I became a handful, and I feel bad about it now. I started cutting myself. My mom, brother and sister didn't understand. They didn't handle it very well, but back then people weren't given a lot of guidance. Things are getting better, but there's still a long way to go.

I will never forget the way I felt on that day. The world stood still and I wished the everything would just be erased, because I didn't want anything to exist if my dad was gone.

It was like standing in the middle of a tornado and just wanting to yell "stop!"

But it didn't stop.

I did a lot of drugs and drank a lot to try and get it to stop. It would slow down for a while. But partying isn't going to take away the pain. It just numbs it for a time.

It took me a long time to get my shit together. I'm still flying by the seat of my pants a lot of the time, but at least I have some kind of an idea.

My dad never made it to 40. I'm almost ten years older than he was when he was taken.

That's kind of a weird thought.

I've come to terms with what happened as best I can. This morning I had the thought that Dad is just chilling in Heaven waiting for the rest of us. He's playing a few hands of poker and drinking some beers with the other angels. That's the kind of guy he was. That would be his kind of Heaven.

I'll be seeing you again, Dad. I know I will.

Sometimes Life is Just Sad

Beautiful young woman, both in appearance and personality. Sadly taken before her time should have been up.

I remember dancing to this song with my sister Sandy. (I dance a lot--I don't claim that I'm good at it!) It was my 31st birthday, and we were both completely trashed. We laughed a lot. We usually do when we're together. The older we get, the less alcohol is involved, which is probably a good thing!

The party was at my place, and everyone had thick heads the next day. Which, by party standards, means it was a success.

Dinner Table Conversations

One more and I'll stop being an antisocial bitch and get back to my family. If my sisters had been lesbians, this totally could have been a dinner table conversation. 

I came out on Thanksgiving the year that I turned 17. My middle sister Sandy (Aurora) was the only one who knew before that. I told her when I was 14 and she totally supported me.

Older sister Lisa was home from college and looking forward to some good home cooked food. She didn't expect it to be served up with a tearful revelation from her little brother. The conversation went like this.

Dad: Something wrong with your appetite, Adam? You getting sick? You're off your feed.

Me (holding Sandy's hand): Mom and Dad, I need to tell you something. I'm gay.

Parents stop and stare. Lisa keeps loading food onto her plate.

Mom: Oh...

Dad: Huh--you sure?

Me: (nodding, tears running down face) Yeah.

Dad: Oh. Well, fine. Stop this sob sister nonsense and let's eat dinner.

My dad was never one to say "I love you" in words. "I'm proud of you" was rare too, but when he said it, he meant it with all his heart.

He was proud of me when I graduated high school, when I got my drug use under control, when I got my bachelor's, when I got my master's, and when I got serious with Dylan. His response when I announced that Dylan and I were engaged was "Nice work, Son. You finally chose one that wasn't a complete idiot."

I wish that I'd understood my father better when I was younger. I wasted a lot of time being mad at him. There was no changing him and it would have been better if I'd known that. He was who he was, and he loved his family very strongly in his own completely non-sentimental way.

It's easy to see these things when you're on the outside looking in. Sometimes when you're in the situation, there is no amount of letters behind the name that can make things any clearer.

LCSW, and sometimes still blind to my own issues.

Dad's most comforting words were "quit worrying about it, nobody's perfect."

I'm going to try and take that wisdom to heart in the coming days. 

Hi Dumplings, It's Me on Posterous

The girls (my writing sisters) have been at me to start one of these Posterous blogs. Today seemed like a good time to do so.'

Thank you to my lovely Writing Sister Tempest LeTrope for her condolences regarding my dad's death. He passed away last night at 9:51 P.M. He had been struggling after having a massive heart attack on Valentine's Day. Just two days before my middle sister's birthday, which is really harsh. He was 79 years old.

I'm mucking about on the Internet for a while, kind of in shock, trying to pretend things are normal, misspelling every other word. I didn't sleep well last night. So here I am, creating this new blog in the most fucking faggoty colors I could possibly choose, because nothing bolsters my spirits more than pissing off homophobes. Even if no homophobes ever end up reading this blog, the idea that they might see it in all it's pink glory gives me a nasty little zing of glee.

I'll probably talk about my dad here. Our relationship wasn't perfect, but actually, he wasn't a homophobe. He was just super pragmatic and practical, and being gay in this world isn't very practical. He didn't quite get how anybody could be gay because he wasn't. But he didn't give me any shit about it. When I came out, he said "you sure?" and looked at me like I was nuts. But he already thought I was nuts because I'm such a wet blanket. He let it go after that.

Dad actually liked my fiancé. I think he really liked Dylan being a physician's assistant because he could ask all kinds of medical questions for free. Like I said, he was pragmatic. He also liked the fact that I finally chose a guy who wasn't a complete shithead for a change. He found my previous choices a little questionable. He wasn't the only one.

I know I need to try to get some sleep or I'm going to fall apart. I need to hold it together for Mom, and my sisters. I don't feel really sad right now, just numb. As a counselor I know how this goes. It will come in waves. Right now my mind is in denial.

Death isn't the end, it's just a transition. I'll see you again, Dad. Rest in peace.

Proud to have been your son, even if we didn't always see eye to eye.

Here come the tears.

Adam

For My Dad

An Inherited Love for Jazz

Check out Polar Bear – Beartown http://www.last.fm/music/Polar+Bear/_/Beartown via @lastfm

My late father gave me my love for jazz and swing. He wasn't quite so keen on the funk and dazz that I came to love as well, and he definitely wasn't into the death metal that is also on my list of favorite music, but we sometimes discussed song lyrics by bands that weren't really his cup of tea. He was an English professor and was always interested in all forms of writing. I miss him terribly.

Stolen Sunday Steals: The Imaginary Meme, Part 5

I'm stealing the meme, and this beautiful picture, from a blog called. Sunday Stealing. Now, oh excitement unbridled, you can get to know more about me!

 

Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part Five

81. What’s your favorite action movie?

I think of it more as a horror/sci-fi movie, but Aliens has plenty of action and it's one of my favorite movies. Right now I've been one of the Writing Sisters helping the madcap Cie Cheesemeister get back in the game. She's been creating this absolutely over-the-top insane, funny fanfic that only the craziest folks could get into. It's a blend of the characters from her universe, the Aliens characters, and a whole bunch of other funny shit. Must be seen to be believed!

I'm a little reluctant to share the link with the Blogiverse at large, because the Cheesemeister is finally coming out of her shell after hiding away for a long time. (The story is on a hidden blog.) She was hurt very badly and is still vulnerable. Therefore, if you are a cool person who can live and let live and if you don't like it will simply leave it alone, but if you do like it will sing its praises to her, I'll give you the URL. 

If, on the other hand, I really can't get a "vibe" from you or I get a bad one because you seem to be a potential troll, no dice.

I've learned that sometimes I have to be a bitch to keep things rolling smooth. I don't let vermin into my house or my family and friends' houses.

82. Have (or are) you ever been involved someone much older than you?

Fifteen years older. I was 30, he was 45. It didn't end well, but we were able to be friends later.

83. Do you believe in lust at first sight?

Yes, but acting on it tends to be a bad idea.

84. Favorite type of venomous snake?

I really dig all snakes. I just don't think it's a good idea to touch the venomous ones. Kind of like it's a good idea not to act on lust at first sight.

85. Do you drink alcohol?  

Not at all any more, but when I was younger I drank a lifetime supply.

86. If you wanted to talk to someone who'd lift your spirits, who'd you call?

My son, I imagine. If I call my mother, it's to try and lift her spirits. She tends to be very critical, and that ends up leaving me depressed.

87. What do you wear to feel sexy?

I haven't been sexually active for the better part of 15 years. I am not sexy. I don't care about feeling sexy.

88. Do you like to learn?

If it's stuff I really want to learn about. I believe in lifetime learning.

89. Have you ever been hit on by someone who really overestimated their attractiveness?

Yes. And once I was hit on by someone who really overestimated his penis size. He told me he was most manfully endowed, and proceeded to show me even though I said I really didn't want to see it. It was not impressive.

90. Where did you last go on vacation?

Arizona, to visit my brother. This was in 2003.

91. Dallas (as in J.R. & Bobby) returns this week. What film or TV series would you loved to be resurrected?

None of them. The remakes are never as good.

92. Explain your karma beliefs.

Basically, what goes around will eventually come around. Although karma is actually more complex than this. There's karma that can be brought on you by your actions, karma that can be brought on you by your thoughts, and sometimes shit happens because you get caught in someone else's karma. There's personal karma, there's the karma of the human race, and the karma of the planet itself. But in brief, what goes around comes around. So don't fuck with other people. Being a dick is never cool.

93. When do you think that you have a hard life?

Whenever I look in the mirror and see this haggard, tired face. Whenever I look into my heart and feel the pain of loss and disappointment. Whenever I look at my bank account and feel that I will never have enough money to have a decent life.

94. Favorite comic strip?

Hell, I don't know. But I do like reading the Comics Curmudgeon website.

95. Have you ever broken a heart?

Inadvertently. I was just getting out of a bad relationship when a friend of mine decided it was time to make his move. It was not time to make his move. He was a shy, awkward fellow with a hefty build. Of course he thought that I was turning him down because of his size. That had nothing to do with it. I did not want to get involved again that soon, and my last relationship had been really, really bad.

Sadly, this put a strain on the friendship, and we ended up losing touch.

96. Should pot be legalized?

Yes. I do not partake of it myself, but it is no worse than alcohol. Utilize the same laws that are used with alcohol.

Medical marijuana should be treated more stringently than recreational marijuana. It needs to have a certain level of purity to be truly therapeutic. 

97. Have you ever gone skinny dipping with someone that you shouldn't have?

Nope. 

98. What do you do when you're down?

Pretty much the same things as I do when I'm up, except I sleep a lot more. Being bipolar, I actually do have up and down cycles. I rapid cycle, so I experience every cycle for about a week to ten days out of every month. I'm just coming off a high cycle and seem to be going into a low cycle. Hopefully it won't be a very bad one.

99. Last time you were really angry?

Last July. I still hope that the two fucking backstabbing horse's asses that made me so angry burn in hell. I'll provide the starter fluid for the barbecue.

100. What is your favorite flavor in general?

 Chocolate