Cocaine. It was VERY fun. I fucking loved it.
I haven’t touched it since. I just knew the hole it would lead me down.
I had the opposite experience. It just gave an earwax taste, killed my beer buzz, and the next day i felt like a spike had be driven through my skull.
Same result, never touched it again.
…how do you know what earwax tastes like
Every day I’m reminded by the lack of curiosity of the average person.
M8 just try it, it’s not like it’s toxic. Sometimes you just gotta put the weird shit in your mouth.
If that’s what you consider useful curiosity…then im the one worried for “average” people
Earwax (usually?) is not toxic if thats what you are worried… So you can pretty safely put it in your mouth (or just the tip of your tongue) and then spit it, that way you will know the taste.
HAHAHAHA I was a child once 🤣 it’s not a taste you forget. It’s not bad per se. Just unique, wouldn’t particularly suggest it…
I tried to watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory once 🤢
—sees a woman in a game store—
“Ummmm is she lost?” —scoff—
—laugh track plays—
Unironically actually in the show.
The laugh track.
It ruins so. Many. Shows.
I mean … maybe I’m wrong here. But if you wrote actual funny things, I’d laugh. Idk. I’m probably wrong.
Oddly, though, you can’t just cut it out from shows that have it, especially if they actually film in front of a live audience, though even those with canned laughter are playing in the same sandbox. The pacing and the vibe gets completely thrown off because the writers and actors have to account for the laughs, and it becomes eerie without them. It’s a different style of making TV that’s seeking a different type of reaction from the TV audience, and has different limitations. Understanding that can let you enjoy the best examples of the form (admittedly almost all 20 years old or more). Stock characters slinging zingers and potentially doing pratfalls can be amusing (though the form has a direct lineage to radio shows so it tends to be light but verbal – the physicality is a huge part of what made I Love Lucy groundbreaking), but it doesn’t shine when trying to do cringe, nuance, dramedy, or densely packed humor.
This is not to say that you should watch The Big Bang Theory. You should not. It’s awful. The easy tropes and low cost of production (other than stars’ salaries if a show takes off) means that so much garbage has been done in this format, I daresay higher than single-camera “movie style” shows. It’s just that it’s not quite so simple as “write more funnier.”
IMO, it’s almost like telling a musical theater writing team that their play would be better if the characters weren’t constantly breaking into song. For the record, my instincts and tastes leave me sympathetic to that last point, so I just don’t watch many musicals, live or recorded. It’s not that they’re bad; the appeal is just lost on me. Same with multi-cam sitcoms with laugh-tracks.
MASH is one of the best TV shows ever made and that has a laugh track through most of it, although I’ve heard it aired in Europe without it and was mostly better for it, but that is the show that first started challenging the need for a laugh track in the first place and successfully ditched it when they went harder into dramedy.
Laugh tracks are needed… It just bothers me.
I once saw a video of the wonder years with out the voice over.
It’s not great. So the added voice / laughter has value. I just don’t enjoy it.
Without it most of them are just condescending and misogynist. It’s always sunny in Philadelphia has no laugh track and is just great.
My father got big into that show. Destroyed his ability to hold a conversation, because Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. You. Say. To. Him. "Reminds me of this thing that happened on Big Bang Theory where Sheldon…
He’s got a litany of shitty sitcoms he can’t just fucking stop with. “Character says something.” laugh track “Well other character says sumn else!” laugh track. “Maternal and/or love interest character walks across room, touches character’s arm, says something about feelings.” canned manufactured pindrop silence “Character says sumn else!” laugh track
Fuck your ventricles.
I stopped watching TV when my favourite channel lost access to several shows and turned into a TBBT re-run channel. Four. Fucking. Episodes. Every day. The series looped about once every two months.
I gave up on television sometime around the end of Stargate SG-1, somewhere in the middle of Eureka!.
It was right around then that only the 24 hour news networks were what they said they were; there was no Sci-Fi on SyFy, no history on History, no music on MTV, no discovery on Discovery…adult prime time television was going to the humorless “gritty realism” phase, and the only topic anyone would smalltalk about was Game of Thrones.
To this day I watch basically nothing but Youtube.
It’s been so many years for me too. Can’t even remember when I actively watched TV. If I try to watch some today, I’m immediately put off by the amount of ads and all that reality garbage, that has surprisingly little to do with actual reality. Can’t we just call that low production value trash instead?
I even tried some of the official apps these channels have, and they were about as awful. The good thing is, you can DNS filter the ads on your tablet, so at least you can watch without being constantly interrupted. Sadly, that still didn’t address the underlying issue of finding worth watching. Some documentaries and movies were ok though.
Gave birth.
Yup. One-and-done.
I went to a Young Life gathering to try and meet people at uni freshman year. The first one was a slightly awkward BBQ at someone’s off campus house. The second was on campus event that dropped off into that Uncanny Valley of mormon-like sing-alongs and activities.
My buddy and I surveyed the room, felt the hair on the back of our necks prickle, and we got out of there.
If you’ve seen Heretic or The Endless, it gave off those religious vibes. Too happy/smiley. Too weirdly perfect. Everyone talking about volunteering at kids camps over the summer and how fulfilling it was.
Like, I’m glad that people found something they liked. But it wasn’t people talking about real stuff, like their awesome mountain biking adventure over the summer, or volunteering overseas to rescue animals, or even getting over alcoholism. It was all hyper religious forced positivity, and this is coming from someone who grew up religious.
i went to subway recently… the sandwich place. holy hell what a pile of expensive dogshit.
When you could get $5 foot longs it was worth it. But sammiches are like $15 now.
And then I read once there is so much sugar in the bread that in Europe it would be considered cake.
Maybe next time try the expensive tuna instead of dogshit.
A couple years ago I was out hunting with a friend and we saw a porcupine. My dad had always told me they were delicious and it was in season so I took my shot. Once we had the meat I thought I would take the hide home and harvest the quills.
Good. Lord. Porcupines are filthy creatures. I had a Rubbermaid full of soapy water and I was pulling the quills and guard hairs out and then trying to wash them free of literal shit.
But basically all I was doing was shit-needle acupuncture all over my hands. I was sure I was gonna end up with some sort of porcupine aids or something.
I spent a good 3-4 hours trying to clean the largest of the quills and guard hairs, and then I said fuck it. Took my fistfull of “clean” quills and put the rest in a few old paper bags and into the green bin.
I found quills in my clothes almost a year later. While visiting a friends house in jeans I had NOT been wearing, while out ice fishing (in the bibs I wore), in my sock one day.
I’m sure there aren’t that many people on here that have been considering taking a porcupine and trying to weave/craft with its quills. But please, don’t do it.
I need to go right now and wash the few quills I received from a porcupine zoo experience. They keep quills that are shed and hand a few out to folks. Poop acupuncture, omg. Since you appear to have survived, your poop antibodies must be off the charts now. 😅
I’m basically invisible.
I should have just gone to your zoo… I ended up with maybe 40 quills or something, my friends collection from pulling them out of her horse and dog is bigger…
But was the porcupine delicious?
Very sadly, it was not. I’m not sure if it was my fault, the prep or what. I do eat all sorts of wild game that I’ve hunted or salvaged. I love squirrel and pigeon, I’ve eaten road kill deer, bear, moose, goose… Cotton tail and snowshoe hare… Wild Turkey… Basically if it’s made of meat I’ll give it a go. Still waiting to try raccoon and beaver, which I do wonder if they won’t share some similarities…
But I found it very unpleasant. Raw the meat was so… gelatinous? Delicate? Like pressing with a finger would leave a sad dent. It spread out on the cutting board like gravity was too much for it.
We did it as taco meat so I just threw it in the instant pot with onions and maybe some chili spices I can’t recall… it had that skunky gameyness that I’ve started to associate with older animals and poorly handled meat. She may have been a great Grammama but the meat was well cared for and eaten fresh.
We shredded and ate it on tortillas with onions and homemade salsas. My sister and brother in law didn’t mind it and my partner said it was ok but I’ve sworn them off for now. They are very charming creatures so it’s not all bad.
I’ve been informed by a relative that had partaken in eating one, that the meat of a porcupine is mostly flavorless on its own.
I had porcupine when I was a kid. I found it gross, the meat smells gross and it’s super gamey. Was cooked by my grandparents who are native and hunted all their lives so it wasn’t cooked wrong or not cleaned, I just thought it was gross.
Unrelated but moose meat is the best meat in existence IMO. I could eat that every day for the rest of my life and die with a smile on my face.
Moose meat is so good. I’ve had a few supplies over the years. A neighbour got a roadkill once, and a friend’s dad hunted one, but he doesn’t hunt anymore.
I’d love to go get a moose, but I don’t have anyone in my social circles who hunt, and you basically have to have a party to hunt moose in Ontario.
I gotta say I love deer and moose, but black bear is surprisingly good. I smoked some honey black bear hams from my last bear and ma.gawd. Only downside to bear is it’s like pork, can’t have it rare.
I had a moose meat burger, it was the softest burger I ever ate
<3 your username
Anal(probably)
No me gusto poopoo en mi peepee
Oral sex is a high-end sports car; it can be incredibly impressive based on the driver. Vaginal is a luxury sedan. A handjob is public transit; it gets you there eventually, but eh.
Anal is the jeep of sex. Yeah you might get dirty, it’s a little rough, but some people just love off-roading in their jeep. And if that’s what they’re into, then they’re probably really into it.
Woah man you’re, like, blowing my mind here
Bungee jumping.
I didn’t even want to do it to begin with, I just got in the wrong line for the big waterslide at Manteca Waterslides and said “fuck it, why not?”
Hated it. And this was in a special location, with a giant air bag under you. I can’t imagine base jumping from a bridge or on the side of a mountain of something. 😨
I got a jump for my 18th birthday and was really looking forward to it. It was a jump from a crane over a lake and you would dip your head in the water at the lowest point. The jump itself was ok but nothing I’d want to repeat in itself but once I reached the lowest point and the rebound hit me, my head felt like it was about to explode. I felt horrible for the next few hours plus my hair was wet from the dip. Thanks, just no thanks.
My ex-partner and I started skydiving together. They loved it, I was indifferent. Since I was indifferent, I dropped out, 'cuz that shit’s expensive. My partner kept doing it.
One of the people we did ground school with–that’s the classes you have to take before you do your first solo jump–died base jumping about 3 years later. In 3 years, he’d accumulated well over 1000 jumps. Nice guy. Always chasing a thrill though.
Go to a concert. I was young, but it was so loud and crowded that I cried. I know that’s the concert experience, but it’s too much for me. I don’t do live performances that aren’t theater/Orchestra.
Trust a christian.
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You guys were taught that it was god?? I was taught it was always satan or some lesser demon lying to me.
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I don’t think they’re all taught that, I think my church was just paranoid and insane, tbh.
And they never outright said it was the entire “voice”, but that pointed to so many individual things, I felt like it was. It was easier to reject any kind of negative emotions or complicated thoughts or unfamiliar opinions as some kind of outside attack than to really sit with them.
I guess it’s not really relevant to the conversation at hand, other than pointing out that christians can be all different types of dysfunctional :p
As a Christian, I can completely relate to your sentiment. I’ve found Christians to be the most closed-off, narrow-minded group of people, distrusting and even downright antagonistic of anything that sounds “non-Chiristian.”
As a Christian, I’m sorry you’ve been hurt. It’s not right.
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Tbf he was crucified by romans of unspecified religion. Also he got better.
Supposedly Pilate pissed off the Jewish population repeatedly in his governorship by pushing Roman religion and minting coins with non-Jewish imagery, so I think we can safely say he wasn’t Jewish and was presumably Greco-Roman or Mithraic.
https://coinsite.com/the-pontius-pilate-coinage/
Not being a literal expert on the topic I’m not sure whether the imagery used implies one but not the other.
Definitely not Jewish though!
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I have not read a Bible beyond Genesis, would appreciate an actual quote rather than just the citation.
I think he’s saying that because the original cult would have considered themselves Jewish the Pharisees (understood within the text to be the contemporary Jewish theocratic leadership but it’s a bit more complex in reality) arguing for his execution are basically the same thing as Christians.
Which is silly.
I assume he lost the context of the argument or wasn’t raised in… Any Abrahamic faith because wow.
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Salvia Divinorum
At one point in time I could probably have been convinced to try a lot of things. Fortunately for me (probably) Salvia Divinorum was the first thing I tried after marijuana, and it so thoroughly destroyed any notion I had that I could control my experience that it put me off trying just about everything else I was curious about.
Thank god the entire experience is single digit minutes.
I’ve long been interested in this and dph for the large number of “don’t do it” stories. Same with h, but that one tends to be “don’t do it because it’s so good”.
Don’t think I ever will, but stories like yours always give me a tingle.
Clearly for some folks it’s great. I dunno maybe I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind. It hits you all at once, there is no buildup, and that may have contributed to me freaking out.
Don’t get me wrong, I intended my comment as a warning, but with a trusted sitter in a safe space maybe someone else will have a better first time.
My understanding is it’s not a particularly high risk drug, despite how intensely it kicks you (or at least me) in the face. (but again, don’t take my word for it)
I haven’t heard that it’s high risk either, merely that it’s usually miserable. Part of me wants to know what that feels like though.
Honestly, hats off to those who enjoy it
It’s a very weird drug. I only know one person who actually likes the experience.
I went to a white and grey world where I became a bookshelf and the corner brick of a building for a bit.
I tried it a couple of times and have no desire to try it again. It’s more of a drug for people who want to explore and experiment.
My tips: sit down when doing it. Have a sober person present. People sometimes start moving around and injure themselves.
Oh man, I think it’s a fantastic and intense single digit minute experience.
My first time I turned into a big red and white circus tent. The stretching out I experienced was fucking crazy, and I screamed in laughter and horror. It was wild.
I can understand it not being someone’s cup of tea, but the hysterical laughter has been in every salvia trip I’ve done.
I had no hallucinations - they may have been inhibited by my absolute panic.
It was a very long time ago for me but from what I can recall -
I felt immediately mostly disconnected from my body, and like I was constantly falling or about to fall. I essentially laid there starfished on the bed telling myself over and over that it was supposed to be really short and wondering if I’d just killed myself until it passed, then got up and decided I’d never touch that shit again.
whoa! that’s funny – once I turned into a ferris wheel! I thought that was just a me thing, but circus tent sounds poetically close to my experience.
That same time though, my partner had a maybe too-intense time, meeting wise aliens and disappointedly coming back to this stupid life.
meeting wise aliens and disappointedly coming back to this stupid life.
Did he also happen to forget his pen?
I feel like I’m missing a reference to something…
But here’s one for ya: he came back suddenly knowing how to play the flute.
It’s a reference to Tool’s “Rosetta Stoned”. Its protagonist tells a wild story how on a drug trip he met some wise aliens who shared some very important message with him. But sadly he forgot his pen, so he couldn’t write it down, and forgot all. Consequently, like your partner, he came back pretty pissed off (or soiled, you might say).
But hey, getting secret alien knowledge on how to play the flute is still a positive, so good for your guy.
lol, nice. I’ll have to listen to that song… I got into their earlier stuff when it came out.
The flute was a reference to a ST:TNG episode, “Inner Light.” Kind of a classic… I won’t spoil it in case you watch it!
Interesting. I will check it out. ST: TNG is the only Star Trek I’ve enjoyed, and I have watched only a few full episodes, like a century ago, so I was gearing for a rewatch anyway.
Oh yeah that one’s intense. Definitely not a good one for a first trip lol
Yeah it was rough. But in the same sense that I’m glad I didn’t own a sportbike when I was young (because I’m certain I’d have hurt myself or others with it at that age), it’s probably not a bad thing that I got some firm discouragement against that kind of experimentation. It didn’t end my experimentation, but it certainly helped me realize I wasn’t immortal.
(I do none of that kind of thing for decades now. Just nothing I want to mess with these days.)
Snow skiing. After about the 50th time falling over I said “I’m not enjoying this at all,” took off my skis, and enjoyed the rest of the day not falling over.
That’s my experience with skateboarding. With skateboarding it’s pavement. Longboarding was fine, fun way to commute.
I like skiing, if you fall it’s just snow, but learning as a teenager or adult sounds miserable.
Had a wedding.
Rookie mistake… Hopefully you’re fully recovered, as I am…
Technically, I guess this was twice, but <HankHill>the mari-hwanas</HankHill>.
Smoked a little in a perfectly lovely part of Amsterdam with my wife, who importantly is NOT a chronic overthinker who was raised by uptight Southern-fried Mormons, but I just immediately got paranoid and was obsessed with the likelihood that two random Dutch guys were staring at me and planning something bad. The fact that ten years later I still think it was possible they were eyeing us, while she is completely dismissive, tells me I do not need to be smoking pot.
Also tried some edibles in the hotel room, but that just made me sleepy with nothing particularly fun happening, though admittedly nothing bad happened either. Very “Meh.”
Yeah, that happens sometimes. It happened to me the 2nd or 3rd time I ever smoked pot. Hasn’t happened since. I’m a very, very irregular smoker though, and don’t smoke much more than just enough to feel a mild buzz.
I’ve got a batch of edibles in the freezer–I made some brownies for my partner–but apparently you aren’t supposed to use a whole ounce in a small pan of brownies? IDK, apparently they’re a bit on the strong side.
I’ve heard many times that “alcohol is worse than smoking pot” or “they’re about the same”, depending on who you ask. Never smoked pot, so I can’t speak from experience there, but booze never caused me any of the weird stuff I read about smoking.
Sure, drink a lot, and you you will run into some nasty problems. Also seems to hold true for the people who smoke way too much. I know some people who have been smoking for years, and their brains are clearly fried to a crisp. Then again, if they had been drinking instead, who knows how bad it would have been. Probably very bad.
However, smoking once can apparently have some unexpected results, whereas drinking once… Well, if you have just a few drinks, you should be relatively fine. If you drink a lot, you’ll wake up the next morning in someone else’s house with a stolen traffic sign next to you. Oh, and the Unexplained Party Injuries, embarrassing photos, hangover etc. Now don’t get me wrong, there are some serious downsides.
It’s just that smoking seems to have some truly bizarre downsides. Maybe it’s all about how much you smoke.
My understanding is that there’s no safe level of drinking, that it’s all bad for you. OTOH, I’d rather have a double single-malt, neat, than smoke pot, even if it is worse for me. IDK, I’ve just never had a huge interest in pot; it’s okay, not great, and not worth the shit I’d get into in my state if I got busted with >27g.
The guy we buy our edibles from indeed uses a whole ounce in every batch. I only have a nibble and my husband eats half of whatever it is, muffin or brownie.
Never smoked, edibles only, but anything but the weakest THC levels gives me an intense paranoia that I despise. However, if I do manage to get something with a stupidly low THC dosage, I get to enjoy it for its benefits. Mostly, it helps my brain let go of obsessive thinking. It’s a bit like a muscle relaxing after holding it tight.
But damn is that a tightrope to walk. I absolutely do not blame you for never touching the stuff again.
Also one time I took an edible that was paired with melatonin and thought I was going to suffocate and die. (Then I slept for 10 hours.)
I tried marijuana in my youth and all I got out of it was a migraine that made me want to die.
It turns out I’m particularly sensitive to carbon monoxide. So no MJ (or tobacco either, really) for me!
I went to professional thai massage therapy recommended by my colleagues. I had extreme reservations because of… well, you know, it’s a thai massage. But my colleagues swore that the salon was legit, very professional, articulate staff, no sexual component included, very relaxing, does wonders for your neck. So what the hell, as a desk jockey my neck hurts all the time, I’ll give it a try.
Cautiously, I booked a neck and shoulder massage online. When I turned up, there was no receptionist, just a harried-looking middle-aged thai lady who spoke not a word of any language comprehensible to me. She hustled me into a bare room with a forlorn massage table in the middlle, and told me via Google Translate to remove my clothes.
Startled to obedience, I removed my button-up shirt and approached the table. This did not go down well with the lady, who prodded me with a bony finger and indicated that t-shirt and trousers should go too. I tried to point out that I had booked a neck and shoulders massage but to no avail. CLOTHES OFF SIR nagged the phone screen.
So there I was, in my embarrassing tighty whities shivering in a cold room, wishing I had worn my “Sounds GAY I’m in” boxers, undoubtedly about to be ravished by an increasingly annoyed thai lady who kept prodding and poking me towards the table.
I’ll not go into details about what happened, except it was not in any way what I was expecting. She mauled me with a strength of dozen bears, cracking my joints, pulverizing my buttocks. She turned my unwilling chubby body into such contortions that I had to squeeze my sphincter shut as if my life depended on it, in order not to rip out a series of massive farts. I’ll give her that there indeed was no happy ending, but it was an hour of absolute agony and I when I finally limped out, tears in my eyes, belt undone and my shirt buttons crooked, I felt like I had been waterboarded by CIA for weeks.
I don’t think I need to say that it was the first and last massage in my life.
Yeah.
I’m just not into having a massage from someone I’m not romantically entangled with. Some people are, hard no from me.
That said, my wife is Thai. Massage skills seem to be something like Swimming is to Australians or cooking to Italians. You learn some at school but it’s such a big part of your cultural identity that everyone just knows how to do it.
She very frequently tells me that massages aren’t supposed to feel good nor are they supposed to be relaxing. Apparently a good massage hurts and you take as much pain as you can bear in order to “fix your muscles”.
We’ve been together for 13 years now and I’m still not sure how much I believe her.
Yeah, I’ve accidentally walked into a seedy massage once or twice…I mean, if you’ve got pain you want got rid of and you see a sign that says, “walk-ins welcome,” you ignore a lot of warning signs. Even though it soon became obvious that I wasn’t their typical clientele, I appreciate how they just get in there and do the job. It seems most legit places are afraid to do anything–which I guess makes sense since massage therapy can sometimes result in sexual harassment suits.
But, yeah, no more Asian massages. Sadly, there don’t seem to be any legit ones, which is a shame because you have shady businesses ruining it for immigrants who legitimately want to provide a good massage.
