I have three dry herb vapes. I’ve had the Cloudious9 Atomic9 the longest, it was my first dry herb vape. When I got it I really kind of thought it was a toy. After I used it about five or so times I figured out it very much isn’t a toy. It does the job it’s built to do for basically sixty dollars. Honestly it’s a steal at the price listed. It has a full ceramic chamber, decent battery, and it has a pretty reasonable design. It’s no-frills, but decent enough. Instead of displaying temperature with a digital screen it lights LED’s along a number line on the edge of the device when you set the temperature. When I first got it, I did take a while to get used to the notion of dry herb vapes. It took me more than ten sessions to figure out that the device had to warm up past the “green light” signal. No vibration notification here, the LED just changes from red to green to let you know the chamber is up to temp. You’ll notice the first handful of rips won’t even feel like clouds. But you can definitely get decent rips. The chamber is ceramic, which I absolutely appreciate, but it’s not wildly fancy.

I’m honestly grossly dissatisfied with the way things are. As it stands, I currently make heaps of money for people “above me” in status. I personally see a small fraction of the fruits of my labor in profit. I could give a shit less about the rich assholes in charge, and if I had my way, I’d reap the entirety of the fruits of my labor.

I hear a lot about how this “land of opportunity” is just waiting to be seized by anyone entrepreneurial enough to grab hold of it. These assholes who say shit like this clearly haven’t felt the full force of someone wealthier than them levying the legal system against them. The reality is that the United States is geared to protecting elite dynasties, just like any other shitty system, even communism.

For the first time in my entire lifetime, I have a partner. I have a real actual partner who is absolutely my better. A partner whom I’m proud to call my partner and brag about and publicly affectionate with and I can be happy for the rest of my life to be with. I’ve always wanted to have that with someone, for someone to be that for me and have that from me as well. Up until now I’ve not had the opportunity. But I’m so grateful to finally have this in my life.

I think I’m going to write about something at least tech related, soon. I know I’ve probably said that about a million times at this point, but I think I might be kind of serious. I’m considering maybe learning NixOS or ProxMox or something interesting and new, and then documenting things I can’t just easily “google” and putting the information up here so that it’s still available. I like to do that, to fill in gaps of knowledge wherever possible, but it’s not always possible. Things are better documented now than they ever have been. You’re rarely if ever left in the dark with damn near any product, whether it’s FOSS and has no warrant, or if it’s proprietary and backed by customer support.

Christ almighty, I’m so fucking bored right now. I’m stuck in fucking Colorado in a hotel with a broken ass TV and fuck all to do, because the Colorado weed scene is pathetic compared to home and I am not a fan of the outdoors.

I’m going to go insane from boredom.

Worse yet, I have to travel for work all week next week, so I get to be trapped in a fucking hotel room all next fucking week, too. I really feel like this isn’t appreciated even remotely, but whatever.

It’s been a minute since I’ve updated. I figured since I have what feels like many hours free to dedicate to whatever the hell I feel like, I might as well update this old damn thing. At this point I’m going to have to keep this fucking thing up forever. I guess that’s not a bad thing, it’s honestly very therapeutic.

I am deathly afraid of being such an awful person that my kids cut me off and never speak to me again when they become adults. I know I could never cut my kids off, and I hope that they feel that they can approach me any time if they want or need to talk to me about something. I know my youngest feels that way because he’ll nag the shit out of me over whatever petty thing his ten year old mind is completely fixated with at the moment. I constantly worry that one day they’ll move out and I’ll never hear from them again. No calls, no texts, just radio silence. I want to know what’s going on in their lives and I love my little people.