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Does what it says on the bong.
posted by Hardcore Poser at 9:33 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by Hardcore Poser at 9:33 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
After nearly 40 years since my last toke... I've an urge to light up...
yeah sure... try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old...good luck with that! damn!
posted by HuronBob at 9:33 PM on September 30, 2011
yeah sure... try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old...good luck with that! damn!
posted by HuronBob at 9:33 PM on September 30, 2011
Wait what? I swear this is your 320th post, or am I really high.
posted by Ad hominem at 9:34 PM on September 30, 2011
posted by Ad hominem at 9:34 PM on September 30, 2011
yeah sure... try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old...good luck with that! damn!
That's me. Ya should'a said something..
posted by Cerulean at 9:35 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old
Larry David can show you how it's done.
posted by Trurl at 9:36 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Larry David can show you how it's done.
posted by Trurl at 9:36 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Holy shit, it says 100th post now. I can tell, I am going to the dark place. No bueno.
posted by Ad hominem at 9:38 PM on September 30, 2011
posted by Ad hominem at 9:38 PM on September 30, 2011
So it's not just a clever name!
posted by drjimmy11 at 9:38 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by drjimmy11 at 9:38 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Retire in California, not Florida.
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:42 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:42 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Cerulean, you're not doing me much good being a day's drive away... do you overnight mail?
posted by HuronBob at 9:44 PM on September 30, 2011
posted by HuronBob at 9:44 PM on September 30, 2011
Very artistic.
So how do they not get nailed for possession of paraphernalia?
posted by BlueHorse at 9:48 PM on September 30, 2011
So how do they not get nailed for possession of paraphernalia?
posted by BlueHorse at 9:48 PM on September 30, 2011
There is nothing illegal about the tobacco pipes on display here.
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:53 PM on September 30, 2011 [7 favorites]
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:53 PM on September 30, 2011 [7 favorites]
Hmmm...if they can do a blue horse they can probably do a Pink...ie Pie one...
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:55 PM on September 30, 2011 [2 favorites]
posted by furiousxgeorge at 9:55 PM on September 30, 2011 [2 favorites]
You can tell I'm a boring person because (a) I thought this was a website about laboratory glassware and (b) I did not think it unusual to have a website with 200k pictures of common laboratory plumbing.
posted by Dr Dracator at 9:55 PM on September 30, 2011 [13 favorites]
posted by Dr Dracator at 9:55 PM on September 30, 2011 [13 favorites]
Most of those pipes look really hard to clean.
posted by ook at 9:56 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by ook at 9:56 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old...good luck with that! damn!
You should live by me, HuronBob. I might be a stripling of 56, but the local street dealers were pitching Amnesia Haze at me just last week.
(Pretty sure it was because they saw me reacting to how potent the smell was. I don't smoke pot any more either, but if I did, I'd be beating a path to the doorway of those young kids.)
posted by PeterMcDermott at 9:58 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
You should live by me, HuronBob. I might be a stripling of 56, but the local street dealers were pitching Amnesia Haze at me just last week.
(Pretty sure it was because they saw me reacting to how potent the smell was. I don't smoke pot any more either, but if I did, I'd be beating a path to the doorway of those young kids.)
posted by PeterMcDermott at 9:58 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Do you overnight mail?
Hey man, I'll do anything even ATM. But let's keep on topic.
posted by Cerulean at 10:00 PM on September 30, 2011 [3 favorites]
It's 1:07am on a Saturday morning and I've got nothing else to do...
Growing up in the '60's (graduated from high school in 1966) was like riding a fast ride of escalating social acceptance of smoking pot bumping up against old school frowning upon being a pot-head, it was a tough rope to walk...
I managed to avoid the evil drugs through high school, finally giving in to beer when I was a senior (if you live near Toledo, and remember the bar Bennie's BullFiddle, you are familiar with the spot where I lost my substance virginity).
Drugs didn't enter my life until I was a Junior in college when a friend showed up at our married housing apartment with his new girlfriend and a bag of pot.
Damn, I had no clue what what supposed to happen at that point.
We spent a couple of hours drinking Ripple and Boone's Farm and Rick eventually lit up a joint. Drifting into that mellow oblivion is still vivid in my mind... the confusion of relationships that resulted is something that none of us talked about after that night.
High (low?) points in old skool pot smoking:
purchasing a grocery bag of pot in Korea for $10 in 1971 (lots of harvesting going on along the banks of the Han River, stuff was CHEAP!)
Waking up flat on my back in the middle of the Yong Son Army post in Seoul, having no idea how I arrived there.
An evening spent trying to explain how gravity was pushing up against my feet, concerned that I would float off the earth.
Eventually, it was evident that a glass of Pinot was easier, safer, less stressful...
that said, smoking a joint might be a nice retro experience...
now...get off my lawn!
posted by HuronBob at 10:11 PM on September 30, 2011 [6 favorites]
Growing up in the '60's (graduated from high school in 1966) was like riding a fast ride of escalating social acceptance of smoking pot bumping up against old school frowning upon being a pot-head, it was a tough rope to walk...
I managed to avoid the evil drugs through high school, finally giving in to beer when I was a senior (if you live near Toledo, and remember the bar Bennie's BullFiddle, you are familiar with the spot where I lost my substance virginity).
Drugs didn't enter my life until I was a Junior in college when a friend showed up at our married housing apartment with his new girlfriend and a bag of pot.
Damn, I had no clue what what supposed to happen at that point.
We spent a couple of hours drinking Ripple and Boone's Farm and Rick eventually lit up a joint. Drifting into that mellow oblivion is still vivid in my mind... the confusion of relationships that resulted is something that none of us talked about after that night.
High (low?) points in old skool pot smoking:
purchasing a grocery bag of pot in Korea for $10 in 1971 (lots of harvesting going on along the banks of the Han River, stuff was CHEAP!)
Waking up flat on my back in the middle of the Yong Son Army post in Seoul, having no idea how I arrived there.
An evening spent trying to explain how gravity was pushing up against my feet, concerned that I would float off the earth.
Eventually, it was evident that a glass of Pinot was easier, safer, less stressful...
that said, smoking a joint might be a nice retro experience...
now...get off my lawn!
posted by HuronBob at 10:11 PM on September 30, 2011 [6 favorites]
Well HuronBob, things are different today, I don't usually smoke, I am into much harder stuff, I am drinking a Watermellon FourLoco right now, but I have seen my share of buys recently. These days you make a call, give a pin and a guy shows up at your house.
They start pulling clear plastic containers from a case, the kind of clear plastic containers you see in craft stores. Each one is labeled with a name, like "Purple Haze" or "Cookie Monster". Each container contains a perfect bud, the kind of shit you saw in Cheech and Chong movies. They start with a pitch, along the lines of "This is a great hydro sativa, featured in High Times three months ago" and "This one is a great body high". They open some containers to let you get a whiff, this will make your entire house reek of pot all day. Like all dealers, they stick around for a bit, shoot the shit about sports or talk weed. It is much much different than the olden days, each of these plants has a pedigree. Not like when I smoked, when you bought a tiny bag of something vaguely vegetable looking and hoped it got you fucked up.
posted by Ad hominem at 10:27 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
They start pulling clear plastic containers from a case, the kind of clear plastic containers you see in craft stores. Each one is labeled with a name, like "Purple Haze" or "Cookie Monster". Each container contains a perfect bud, the kind of shit you saw in Cheech and Chong movies. They start with a pitch, along the lines of "This is a great hydro sativa, featured in High Times three months ago" and "This one is a great body high". They open some containers to let you get a whiff, this will make your entire house reek of pot all day. Like all dealers, they stick around for a bit, shoot the shit about sports or talk weed. It is much much different than the olden days, each of these plants has a pedigree. Not like when I smoked, when you bought a tiny bag of something vaguely vegetable looking and hoped it got you fucked up.
posted by Ad hominem at 10:27 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
really, a PIN number?? I'm suspecting I will never wrap my head around that concept.
posted by HuronBob at 10:36 PM on September 30, 2011
posted by HuronBob at 10:36 PM on September 30, 2011
Yep a PIN number.
I'm not sure if this is the case these days but as of a few years back some dealers uses to circulate flyers that specified what strains they had in stock. You would get a "garden supply" card, with an oblique reference to each strain. If they sold ecstasy or mushrooms or acid they listed that too.
By the by, the person I know that buys and sells the most is a woman in her late sixties who mini-deals for various New York celebs. One day I was at her house and a well known supermodel called. She told me not to stare, or make any comments that would indicate I knew who she was. They hit up the vaporizer right there while I was watching animal planet.
posted by Ad hominem at 10:52 PM on September 30, 2011 [3 favorites]
I'm not sure if this is the case these days but as of a few years back some dealers uses to circulate flyers that specified what strains they had in stock. You would get a "garden supply" card, with an oblique reference to each strain. If they sold ecstasy or mushrooms or acid they listed that too.
By the by, the person I know that buys and sells the most is a woman in her late sixties who mini-deals for various New York celebs. One day I was at her house and a well known supermodel called. She told me not to stare, or make any comments that would indicate I knew who she was. They hit up the vaporizer right there while I was watching animal planet.
posted by Ad hominem at 10:52 PM on September 30, 2011 [3 favorites]
Meanwhile up here in Canada my friends buy their pot from a mid 60s guy with a ZZ Top beard. If they can't arrange a time to meet, he leaves it in a flower pot by the back door.
posted by Lorin at 11:05 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by Lorin at 11:05 PM on September 30, 2011 [1 favorite]
Who says it makes you unproductive?
You know you smoke too much of that shit, that shit's gonna rob you of your ambition...
posted by PapaLobo at 12:07 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
You know you smoke too much of that shit, that shit's gonna rob you of your ambition...
posted by PapaLobo at 12:07 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
purchasing a grocery bag of pot in Korea for $10 in 1971 (lots of harvesting going on along the banks of the Han River, stuff was CHEAP!)
Yeah, that bag of ditchweed you bought in Korea and the stuff the kids smoke today -- the potency difference is so great, they're almost like two different drugs.
I wish someone would grow pot that has all the flavour and aroma, but none of the psychoactive effects. I'd smoke that all the time.
posted by PeterMcDermott at 1:56 AM on October 1, 2011
Yeah, that bag of ditchweed you bought in Korea and the stuff the kids smoke today -- the potency difference is so great, they're almost like two different drugs.
I wish someone would grow pot that has all the flavour and aroma, but none of the psychoactive effects. I'd smoke that all the time.
posted by PeterMcDermott at 1:56 AM on October 1, 2011
We need a good session weed. But yeah, those pipes are for serious ritual smoking...
posted by roboton666 at 2:38 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by roboton666 at 2:38 AM on October 1, 2011
No.
*laughs*
I mean, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
What were we talking about again?
posted by mediareport at 2:48 AM on October 1, 2011 [4 favorites]
*laughs*
I mean, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
What were we talking about again?
posted by mediareport at 2:48 AM on October 1, 2011 [4 favorites]
Meanwhile up here in Canada my friends buy their pot from a mid 60s guy with a ZZ Top beard. If they can't arrange a time to meet, he leaves it in a flower pot by the back door.
I thought that was the only way to buy bud.
posted by Cerulean at 3:53 AM on October 1, 2011
try figuring out who the local dealers are when you're 63 years old...good luck with that! damn!
My grandmother sourced her own medical marijuana at the age of 70 - she drank it as tea.
posted by jb at 4:21 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
My grandmother sourced her own medical marijuana at the age of 70 - she drank it as tea.
posted by jb at 4:21 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
I've never encountered a PIN number. The first time you call or text you just say how you got the number and it's fine. I have a feeling you could say "Agnieszka from Greenpoint" and they'd still show up. The rest sounds right. Code words are the funniest part. I forget what ecstasy was, mud, or something like that.
posted by nathancaswell at 5:16 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
posted by nathancaswell at 5:16 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
Oh and once you call a service they store your number and will text you shit like "diesel jeans back in stock" to tell you that they got a shipment of a certain strain.
posted by nathancaswell at 5:19 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by nathancaswell at 5:19 AM on October 1, 2011
>Yeah, that bag of ditchweed you bought in Korea and the stuff the kids smoke today -- the potency difference is so great, they're almost like two different drugs.
Assuming that it came from a massive harvesting effort along a river bank, with the attendent leaves, sticks and dirt mixed in, yeah, this is a fair assumption. But not all weed in 1971 was schwag. This was the beginning of the sinsimella era, with an effort to cultivating seed-free female buds. And service people in the Far East had access to Thai sticks.
By contrast, the stuff kids smoke today, they tell me, isn't always knock-you-on-your-back chronic. Many kids--especially the older ones with a cultivated palate and a medical issue or two--might prefer an indica or indica-hybrid with a smooth body high. The "potency"--if you define it as mental or "psychedelic" effects--of this strain can probably be equated to the ditchweed from the Han River (albeit with a succulent flavor in the smoke and pleasant physical sensation mixed in).
posted by Gordion Knott at 5:33 AM on October 1, 2011 [2 favorites]
Assuming that it came from a massive harvesting effort along a river bank, with the attendent leaves, sticks and dirt mixed in, yeah, this is a fair assumption. But not all weed in 1971 was schwag. This was the beginning of the sinsimella era, with an effort to cultivating seed-free female buds. And service people in the Far East had access to Thai sticks.
By contrast, the stuff kids smoke today, they tell me, isn't always knock-you-on-your-back chronic. Many kids--especially the older ones with a cultivated palate and a medical issue or two--might prefer an indica or indica-hybrid with a smooth body high. The "potency"--if you define it as mental or "psychedelic" effects--of this strain can probably be equated to the ditchweed from the Han River (albeit with a succulent flavor in the smoke and pleasant physical sensation mixed in).
posted by Gordion Knott at 5:33 AM on October 1, 2011 [2 favorites]
I've got a coke dealer who won't stop texting me, it is the dumbest thing because he texts shit like "got tickets in stock if you need, 3.5 tickets for 170". What the fuck kind of code is that? 3.5 tickets?
posted by Ad hominem at 6:16 AM on October 1, 2011 [7 favorites]
posted by Ad hominem at 6:16 AM on October 1, 2011 [7 favorites]
I live in a medical marijuana state. I don't smoke myself, but all you do is walk in, show your card, and purchase pot from an attractive display behind a counter. They let you smell and handle everything and give tasting and high notes. It's more like touring a craft brewery than anything else.
I wonder how the experience of buying it on the street has changed now that thousands of shops exist that treat pot like wine or very snobby coffee.
posted by peachfuzz at 7:31 AM on October 1, 2011
I wonder how the experience of buying it on the street has changed now that thousands of shops exist that treat pot like wine or very snobby coffee.
posted by peachfuzz at 7:31 AM on October 1, 2011
The San Francisco marijuana stores have websites. Here's a well designed menu from SPARC.
posted by Nelson at 8:28 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by Nelson at 8:28 AM on October 1, 2011
I wonder how the experience of buying it on the street has changed now that thousands of shops exist that treat pot like wine or very snobby coffee.
I don't know anyone who buys it on the street, nor have I ever.
posted by The Whelk at 8:33 AM on October 1, 2011
I don't know anyone who buys it on the street, nor have I ever.
posted by The Whelk at 8:33 AM on October 1, 2011
The only real difference in CA is that the price has gone down significantly. Since dispensaries are selling eighths for $25, the illegal price has dropped a bit too. $60 was a standard for a while, but now it's maybe $40.
I've never used a PIN in my life. I call my friend (who only sells one strain--white rhino, which I think is fantastic), we arrange a time, and he drives over.
You can buy mj (baked, bags, or joints) pretty much anyday of the week in Dolores Park.
posted by mrgrimm at 8:36 AM on October 1, 2011
I've never used a PIN in my life. I call my friend (who only sells one strain--white rhino, which I think is fantastic), we arrange a time, and he drives over.
You can buy mj (baked, bags, or joints) pretty much anyday of the week in Dolores Park.
posted by mrgrimm at 8:36 AM on October 1, 2011
My friend buys it on the street all the time. I think he enjoys the black market feel of it. I see people buying from strangers at the park all the time. I don't want shitty weed, so I don't quite get it. But if you don't have a source or a card ...
BTW, I've been meaning to post an AskMe on the best way to clean a glass pipe. I use very hot water and a pipe cleaner, but there must be a better, more efficient way.
posted by mrgrimm at 8:39 AM on October 1, 2011
BTW, I've been meaning to post an AskMe on the best way to clean a glass pipe. I use very hot water and a pipe cleaner, but there must be a better, more efficient way.
posted by mrgrimm at 8:39 AM on October 1, 2011
( oh and I would say the majority of the daily use kind of smokers I know are all over 40 and quite tweedy, if you need a source, why not try the head of the story department?)
posted by The Whelk at 8:42 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by The Whelk at 8:42 AM on October 1, 2011
Back in the day, you could use straight isopropyl alcohol.
A waterpik and hot, hot water worked well, too.
posted by the Real Dan at 9:37 AM on October 1, 2011
A waterpik and hot, hot water worked well, too.
posted by the Real Dan at 9:37 AM on October 1, 2011
One of the great things about living where I do is the perfect congruence between a world renowned school for glass artists and a whole lot of dedicated potheads. You can go into any head shop in Asheville - why yes, there are just a few (that's a handy link for any locale, by the way) - and ask to see stuff by local artists and bingo, you have a lovely, functional work of art that was made within a few miles of where you're standing.
posted by mygothlaundry at 9:42 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by mygothlaundry at 9:42 AM on October 1, 2011
My ex used a series of dealers he found on Craigslist. He referred to all of them as "Electric [Firstname]".
I live in - and take advantage of living in - a medical state. I'm in the university district of Seattle; two blocks away from me there is a particular corner where there's usually a couple random black dudes offering their wares. I think there's also like three dispensaries within a two-block radius of my apartment, and a half-dozen a few blocks more away. They are, if you will pardon the expression, popping up like weeds.
Buying the stuff is wonderfully simple - no codes, no secret rendezvous, no nothing. Just walk in to a shop, show your authorization, and there are glass display cases full of jars of different strains of the stuff, helpfully labeled with their sativa/indicia mix. Edibles, a cooler full of butter, tinctures, every way of delivering THC known to humankind is on sale. Regular discounts, free samples for new customers.
It's pretty awesome. And a hell of a lot more convenient than Electric Stevie.
To return to the actual subject of the post, holy shit those are Some Pipes. I went to one of the local head shops (there are at least a half-dozen nearby, what can I say, university students go through a lot of weed and pipes) to get a new pipe and was coveting this cute little scorpion, but holy shit those just blow that little guy away. And probably have commensurate price tags of course. I think I dare not browse that site for fear of finding a pretty dragon-shaped pipe that I simply MUST HAVE.
posted by egypturnash at 9:58 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
I live in - and take advantage of living in - a medical state. I'm in the university district of Seattle; two blocks away from me there is a particular corner where there's usually a couple random black dudes offering their wares. I think there's also like three dispensaries within a two-block radius of my apartment, and a half-dozen a few blocks more away. They are, if you will pardon the expression, popping up like weeds.
Buying the stuff is wonderfully simple - no codes, no secret rendezvous, no nothing. Just walk in to a shop, show your authorization, and there are glass display cases full of jars of different strains of the stuff, helpfully labeled with their sativa/indicia mix. Edibles, a cooler full of butter, tinctures, every way of delivering THC known to humankind is on sale. Regular discounts, free samples for new customers.
It's pretty awesome. And a hell of a lot more convenient than Electric Stevie.
To return to the actual subject of the post, holy shit those are Some Pipes. I went to one of the local head shops (there are at least a half-dozen nearby, what can I say, university students go through a lot of weed and pipes) to get a new pipe and was coveting this cute little scorpion, but holy shit those just blow that little guy away. And probably have commensurate price tags of course. I think I dare not browse that site for fear of finding a pretty dragon-shaped pipe that I simply MUST HAVE.
posted by egypturnash at 9:58 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
I don't smoke anything, but I like the one in the "them" link. It reminds me of Orc Stain.
posted by Bigfoot Mandala at 10:08 AM on October 1, 2011
posted by Bigfoot Mandala at 10:08 AM on October 1, 2011
mrgrimm: try Goo Gone. A friend of mine uses it to clean her glass -- she buys a LOT of glass and she also likes to keep her glass very clean. Soak your pipe in Goo Gone for a few hours, overnight if it's really chunky, then pull it out and rinse under running water. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, and if you strain the Goo Gone you can just pour it back into the bottle and reuse it for another cleaning later.
In a pinch I find isopropyl rubbing alcohol and kosher salt work okay -- I put them in a gallon plastic bag, throw in the pipe, seal the bag, and shake the bejesus out of it, moosh it around, let it sit for a long time, whatever. It gets things cleaner, but not sparkling. For sparkling, showroom-perfection clean, use Goo Gone.
posted by palomar at 11:31 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
In a pinch I find isopropyl rubbing alcohol and kosher salt work okay -- I put them in a gallon plastic bag, throw in the pipe, seal the bag, and shake the bejesus out of it, moosh it around, let it sit for a long time, whatever. It gets things cleaner, but not sparkling. For sparkling, showroom-perfection clean, use Goo Gone.
posted by palomar at 11:31 AM on October 1, 2011 [1 favorite]
Out of curiosity anyone ever try to smoke tobacco out of a bong?
posted by Ad hominem at 2:07 PM on October 1, 2011
posted by Ad hominem at 2:07 PM on October 1, 2011
I haven't, but I'd imagine with the right bong/bowl combo and a good, mellow pipe tobacco, it would be quite nice.
posted by palomar at 2:43 PM on October 1, 2011
posted by palomar at 2:43 PM on October 1, 2011
Out of curiosity anyone ever try to smoke tobacco out of a bong?
A friend of mine does it, with "tobacco" from cigarettes. He'll also mix it with weed (like some people do woth joints I guess). It all seems stupid to me, but so do cigarettes.
posted by mrgrimm at 7:47 AM on October 2, 2011
A friend of mine does it, with "tobacco" from cigarettes. He'll also mix it with weed (like some people do woth joints I guess). It all seems stupid to me, but so do cigarettes.
posted by mrgrimm at 7:47 AM on October 2, 2011
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Who says it makes you unproductive?
posted by Trurl at 9:24 PM on September 30, 2011 [2 favorites]