Truths about Nutmeg

Okay boys and girls! Let's have a little lesson in how to get high! Yay!

Nutmeg is to Shrooms as Mouthwash is to Beer.

Remember that.

Last night I was feeling kind of blah and was really hoping to smoke some dope, but those plans fell through. I went on the internet to try to think of another way to get high that didn't involve huffing paint thinner, (I have done that before... not intentionally... but I was high nonetheless,) and I came across nutmeg as a mild hallucinogenic.

I read that if you eat between .75 grams and 1.25 grams per body weight, you will get high with the effects being similar to being stoned on weed. I read reports where people had skewed auditory trips, but very few people seemed to have any psychedelic visual trips.

A few people had bad trips and had to be hospitalized for nutmeg poisoning. (Those people obviously didn't do their research.)

I read reports of people having convulsions, acting like they were having a seizure, vomiting, constipation, and being dehydrated.

Those side-effects didn`t seem like a big deal to me. People reported being paranoid or aggitated, but giggly, feeling good, having trouble urinating, trouble walking and talking. The most fascinating thing to me was the `thought disorder` or word salad.

I was reading medical journal type articles about nutmeg as well as personal experience stories. The medical journals were saying that you can`t test someone to see if they`re on nutmeg because it`s not going to show up anywhere. Plus, nutmeg isn`t a popular way to get high because of the taste, so nobody really thinks about it when they have some dude having a seizure in front of them.

So health care workers are told to watch out for word salad and thought disorder. Word salad is just a stream of real English words that don`t make sense together in a sentence. And thought disorder is just disordered language and thinking.

Some examples that I found are:

e.g. the question "Why do people comb their hair?" elicits a response like "Because it makes a twirl in life, my box is broken help me blue elephant. Isn't lettuce brave? I like electrons. Hello, beautiful."

During mid speech, the subject is changed in response to a stimulus. e.g. "Then I left San Francisco and moved to... where did you get that tie?"

Replying to questions in an oblique, tangential or irrelevant manner. e.g:

Q: "What city are you from?"

A: "Well, that's a hard question. I'm from Iowa. I really don't know where my relatives came from, so I don't know if I'm Irish or French."

Conclusions are reached that do not follow logically (non sequiturs or faulty inductive inferences). e.g. "Do you think this will fit in that box?" draws a reply like "Well duh; it's brown, isn’t it?"

Speech that is very delayed at reaching its goal. Excessive long windedness. e.g. "What is your name?" "Well, sometimes when people ask me that I have to think about whether or not I will answer because some people think it's an odd name even though I don’t really because my mom gave it to me and I think my dad helped but it's as good a name as any in my opinion but yeah it's Tom."

Failure to show a chain of though to a natural conclusion. e.g. "Why does my computer keep crashing?", "Well, you live in a stucco house, so the pair of scissors needs to be in another drawer."


Back to this blog now... I can`t type a question mark on this computer. It just shows up as a É and it`s frustrating me. I don`t know how to fix it. I was going to ask, isn`t that crazy.

I thought it would be fun to try nutmeg. This morning I swallowed 1 teaspoon. It wasn`t terrible, but it wasn`t good tasting by any means. I dumped it on a taco chip and shoved a bunch of chips in my mouth so the salt would counter act the nutmeg. Then I swallowed it down with orange juice. My goal was 3 teaspoons. I ate half a teaspoon to start and decided that I`d only take 2 teaspoons. I ate the other half a teaspoon and that was it. I didn`t want to participate anymore!

It`s just as well I supposed. Too much nutmeg can give you liver damage and if you ingest too much or too often (which I wasn`t at risk for) and you can actually go into a comotose state and die.

Kitty Porn

Little Dale had to go to the vet yesterday! He was a champ about it. For about a week and a half now he'd been coughing. Not at lot, but at least once a day, maybe twice. It sounded like an old man with lunch cancer hacking. It was pretty gross.

I looked up on the internet to see if I should call the vet or not. Basically, if your cat coughs, and you know for a fact that it's not because he's choking on something, you should bring your cat to the vet. The cat could have bronchitis or something like that which cannot be treated at home.

And apparently you can even give you cat children's cough medicine, providing it doesn't have tylonel or a bunch of other medical ingredients in it that can kill your pet.

I packed up my kitty in the pet carrier case I bought just in case I ever need to transport my animals. I'm glad I did. I didn't have access to a vehicle that day so I had to walk to the vet. It was only a few blocks away, not a big deal. Plus, it was really warm out.

We get to the vet and Dale's going crazy in his carrier, sticking his paw through cage door, trying to get out. I let him out and he goes wild trying to squirm out of my arms. He scratched my chest and shoulders, that little bastard. I foolishly wore a low v-neck shirt that day and totally flashed my bra to the other two women in the waiting room when Dale was flailing about. I laughed about that later.

The nurse brought me into a little room to lock Dale in since he was having a hard time settling down. I haven't heard my little kitty meow that persistently since the first day I brought him. God, he wouldn't shut up! He was crying like he was about to be executed!

But the vet came in and did his routine. Said that Dale just needed to get his vaccines and the coughing would go away. But if it didn't, I need to bring him back. At the end of the month Dale would need to come back to get his booster shot and then he'd have to get neutered.

In Winnipeg, all cats must be spayed or neutered. The only exception is if you have a permit, that cost $50 per cat, per year, stating that you are allowed to keep your pet intact. I didn't know this. Both my cats are intact. I'm not sure how anybody would find out, but if for whatever reason somebody does, you can be charged for unlawfully having intact cats.

I guess the point is to reduce unwanted pregnancies and keep feral cats from mating with other strays and creating a ton of kittens that grow up to be strays and get a disease and continue the cycle.

This wouldn't be a problem if HUMANS were responsible with their pets. Neither of my cats go outdoors and they are both male, so I shouldn't have to castrate them. If my cat frequented the outdoors, then I'd say it's probably safer to get the procedure done. It's too bad the entire city has to get their pets fixed just because of a few idiots that don't know how to take care of their pets properly and let their furry companions roam the city and enter the feline sex trade.

You have to make sure your cat knows the dangers about promiscuity and cat nip.

Rollar Blading

When I was in high school I begged Mom to buy me roller blades because there was a girl on my bus who had roller blades and I thought it looked really fun.

I'd been roller skating before, and of course I'd been ice skating. I thought it was pretty much all the same. But when I got the blades for my birthday, I realized quite quickly that not only did I live in a tiny rural town with hardly any smooth pavements, and mostly rough asphalt and gravel around, but that I could not roller blade as smoothly and effortlessly as I imagined I'd be able to.

Now I live in the big city. I found my old roller blades and put them on. I practiced around my apartment - I have hardwood floors. Then yesterday, I bladed outside for the first time in like 5 or 6 years. I was shaky. I needed Dave to help me out a little bit - I don't know how to stop - but I caught on quick and it was super fun!

I am now in love with roller-blading. I want to do it all the time. Providing I stick to residential streets so I don't get run over and die, I think it will be a great way to get some exercise and enjoy the sunshine!

Family Tree

A few months ago, I bought my Dad a book about the history of the Kumka name. It didn't provide any facts about anyone named Kumka, but it did give a bit of an overview of how possible relatives may have come to North America, and how approximately how many of us came, and stuff like that.

Dad read it and got really into it. He started digging up old documents and things, using the information from the book as a reference to figure out stuff about his family specifically. There's a section at the back of the book to map out your family tree information and he filled it out as best he could.

He has his grandfather's passport, but it's written in Ukranian and Polish. Someone spelled America with a K, like Amerika in it. It's so cool! And there's all these hand written dates and stamps and things in it.

Dad says there's supposed to be a boat ticket somewhere from when his grandparents came over by ship, but he can't find it.

And on some documents it says my grandparents were from Galecia, Austria, which as David found out, is not a real place, it's the name of a Region covering over Ukraine and Austria.

It's all very cool to look it, but what I'm more interested in is my immediate family. I know very little about my dad's sister and my dad's nephew and neice. I have many third cousins that I have never met and don't know anything about.

I had a Great Uncle and and Great Aunt who had children and grandchildren that I've never met before and know nothing about. It's all so mysterious and I really want to meet these people and listen to stories about them and my family and what everyone was like back in the day.

I've been researching for hours on end, looking up names in the Canada 411 online to find mailing addresses for long lost relatives. I've also been scouring Facebook in search of any of my third cousins who are young enough to be addicted to social networking sites.

I really hope I get somewhere with this. I've been disconnected from my dad's side of the family all my life and now I can't wait to find them and meet them!

I haven't been to the gym in a coon's age. Instead, I've devoted all my time off to watching Full House reruns. I'm through the entire first season and have watched two episodes in the second season.

One of the reasons why I'm not at gym and instead watching TV, is because I broke my laptop.

I was drunk and pushed my laptop off my bed with such force is slammed into the wall and pushed my D-Link wireless card all the way inside my laptop. If you notice the picture I have added, that entire card was inside my laptop. The whole thing. Normally, the grey bit that reads D-Link is on the outside of the laptop. I was somehow able to jam it all inside!

So, Dave pulled it out with some pliers, but the damage was already done. I ruined the video card completely. When I boot up my laptop all you see is crazy blocks of colour and dancing lines.

Apparently my hard drive is safe though. Everything on it should still be readable. That's good, but I don't have much important information stored on it. The real problem is that when I threw my laptop, I also busted TWO flash drives that DO have very important information on them! (My novel I've been writing for like 4 years for example!) Luckily, most of it saved on the internet site LuLu.com, but still, there's a lot of re-writing I'd have to do.

I haven't tested to see if they work yet. I'm afraid. I'm going to go buy a new flash drive to transfer the contents of my busted flash drive on to if it does indeed still work.

I bought a new laptop last night from Dell. Dave helped me customize the whole thing to suite my needs.