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eerietomI did something spectacularly dumb on a music project which, when completed, I’ll blog all about. For now, let’s just say I irrevocably lost about 30 hours’ worth of work on an audio file and will have to start again from scratch. Needless to say, I was very upset afterwards. I tried to be philosophical about it, but I could also tell I was ready to ugly-cry or start throwing breakables or both. Not wishing to subject my partner to this, and since we hadn’t made plans yet for the evening, I explained what happened, the state I was in, and asked if he’d mind if:
1. I either got tipsy or stoned, and that he was welcome to join me (though he doesn’t usually partake).
2. We watch an episode of Mystery Science Theater. He’s not a fan of the series, but it usually guarantees me some good laughs.
He said yes, though remarked that getting tipsy might unleash the tears and the throwing of breakables, and I agreed it would be better to get stoned. He also asked if we could also watch an episode of The Benny Hill Show, which didn’t require any arm-twisting for me to agree. He also offered to walk to the local Plaid Pantry and pick up a Hostess treat of my choice. (what a sweetheart!)
Recently, I’d been puzzling over how sometimes my regular dose will make me extra loopy, and other times the same dose seems to have little effect at all. I’d read that ingesting a tincture with some fat will cause it to metabolize better or some such. So, while my partner was at the Plaid Pantry, I took my usual dose and chased it down with some of his pecan sandies. Dinner was leftover Japanese curry (from a boxed roux) which was probably on the fatty side, but I added some peanut butter and peanuts to make it faux-Thai, and served it over noodles. Well! The tincture certainly had a potent effect on me! For our viewing pleasure I chose:
Attack of the Giant Leeches (MST3K version), dir. Bernard L. Kowalski, 1959
Since the whole point was to relax and just have fun, I didn’t keep notes like I usually do, but I kept thinking Leeches—between the hero’s deadpan droning dialogue, the static scenes and endless exposition, the growls and grunts the MST3K gang made whenever the sheriff was musing, and the sometimes odd music—felt almost like a Japanese Noh drama. I will also say Joel never looked cuter than while he was singing “A Danger to Myself and Others”.
The Benny Hill Show, dir. Mark Stuart, 1975
Episode: “Jack and Jill”
Afterwards, my partner and I chatted for a while. I asked, “How do I sound when I talk while stoned? Normal? Faster, slower? Sluggish, hyper?” He said I sounded normal—meaning if I hadn’t been stoned he wouldn’t have noticed a difference—except my speech sounded more “musical”. I said it could be because I was very relaxed, or that I was very cottonmouthed and had to enunciate more clearly to be understood, or both.
1. I either got tipsy or stoned, and that he was welcome to join me (though he doesn’t usually partake).
2. We watch an episode of Mystery Science Theater. He’s not a fan of the series, but it usually guarantees me some good laughs.
He said yes, though remarked that getting tipsy might unleash the tears and the throwing of breakables, and I agreed it would be better to get stoned. He also asked if we could also watch an episode of The Benny Hill Show, which didn’t require any arm-twisting for me to agree. He also offered to walk to the local Plaid Pantry and pick up a Hostess treat of my choice. (what a sweetheart!)
Recently, I’d been puzzling over how sometimes my regular dose will make me extra loopy, and other times the same dose seems to have little effect at all. I’d read that ingesting a tincture with some fat will cause it to metabolize better or some such. So, while my partner was at the Plaid Pantry, I took my usual dose and chased it down with some of his pecan sandies. Dinner was leftover Japanese curry (from a boxed roux) which was probably on the fatty side, but I added some peanut butter and peanuts to make it faux-Thai, and served it over noodles. Well! The tincture certainly had a potent effect on me! For our viewing pleasure I chose:
Attack of the Giant Leeches (MST3K version), dir. Bernard L. Kowalski, 1959
Since the whole point was to relax and just have fun, I didn’t keep notes like I usually do, but I kept thinking Leeches—between the hero’s deadpan droning dialogue, the static scenes and endless exposition, the growls and grunts the MST3K gang made whenever the sheriff was musing, and the sometimes odd music—felt almost like a Japanese Noh drama. I will also say Joel never looked cuter than while he was singing “A Danger to Myself and Others”.
The Benny Hill Show, dir. Mark Stuart, 1975
Episode: “Jack and Jill”
Afterwards, my partner and I chatted for a while. I asked, “How do I sound when I talk while stoned? Normal? Faster, slower? Sluggish, hyper?” He said I sounded normal—meaning if I hadn’t been stoned he wouldn’t have noticed a difference—except my speech sounded more “musical”. I said it could be because I was very relaxed, or that I was very cottonmouthed and had to enunciate more clearly to be understood, or both.
