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Sunday, January 28, 2007

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Gary

Thanks for reminding me why I hate traveling. Holy Christ I would kill myself if I had to be on that many planes. I was bumming just flying to Jamaica.

messiestobjects

Are you kidding? Dude, Today I rented a scooter and drove all around Ko Lanta, had THE BEST Pad Thai EVER at a restaraunt right on the beach, went back to my private bungalow and put on my swimsuit, then walked the 20 feet from my door to the beach and swam in some sweet beachin' water with the best view ever, showered, and now I'm gonna go get me some Thai massage on a table; also right on the beach. And some Thai serving wench is going to bring me a cocktail. Tomorrow, I'm going scuba diving. I have 9 more days before I have to go back to Bangkok for eye surgery. 26 hours on a plane? SO FREAKIN' WORTH IT!

Heather

"Serving wench? Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred."

Gary

It sounds great. I wouldn't turn down a chance to go, but I think I'll go to some closer places first.

If I didn't kill myself on the way there it would be great. And then the whole time I'd be thinking: "in nine days... in eight days... in seven days... etc... I've got to get back on those planes...." and then I'd overdose on black tar heroin. ;)

When I went to school in New Mexico I had planned one time to take a train there (I would have been going with 2 other people) and getting a sleeping compartment - but we ended up not doing it because it was a lot more money than taking 2 planes, a bus (for 5 hours) and a car to the campus. This is a big reason why I ended up going to ESU. I couldn't stand going out there and coming home. ESU was just an hour and a half car ride from Maplewood NJ. One time I took a 10 hour bus trip to Vermont to go skiing. Awesome time skiing but man I just can't handle a bus ride for that long. After about 5 hours I'm hoping the bus slides off the road into a canyon. That was 17 years ago - haven't gone since. It's too bad the hills in the poconos are so little.

For some reason I don't mind driving for a long time though. I've driven to my mom's in Arkansas a number of times and it's not bad - though the last time I did it something weird happened and I thought I was dying (I wasn't). So I haven't driven in a while. 2 eleven hour days of driving is getting rough on me and my brother (we're getting old) and it turns a week visit into 3 days. They finally got non-stop flights to Little Rock so now I don't mind flying there. If I have to take more than one plane I'm not going.

Gary

Oh yeah I wanted to mention that I took thorazine once. I have a friend that went mental when he was 16 (he thought he was god and his parents were demons - he was probably going to kill them but someone intervened). He was on that in the hospital and he had to slowly come off of it. He had some extras and another friend and I stupidly decided to try them (we would have tried just about anything then). We were hanging out and then I got really tired and weak - so I informed my friends that I was going to bed and to let themselves out. I found out later that my other friend had to make a herculean struggle to make it the 4 or so blocks to get to his house. I slept for about 24 hours straight - the black sleep of Kali. I didn't find it pleasant. Maybe it would be good for a 26 hour flight but I wouldn't do it.

Heather

42... 42... Hmmm...

messiestobjects

Since I bought my Archos (80 GB mp3 player; holds most of my music collection), planes trains and automobiles are not a problem for me... they never really were though. I like the act of moving somewhere. Granted, planes and buses can be tight, and might suck really bad, but Archos prevails.
42! The ultimate answer to the ultimate question! How many roads must a man walk down? What is 7 x 6? Sheesh. Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Invest.

Heather

I got it.

Christy

I just recently tried Thorazine for the first time. I would recommend a high dosage of hydrocodone mixed with alcohol over it - at least then you feel detached and intoxicated. As you can tell, plane rides requirea lot of "medicine" in my world. It sucks when I have to drive or be coherent for some reason immediately following a flight. I've made garments wet with my hand sweat.

Heather

I am clearly from another planet. The flying is the best part of every trip for me. YOU'RE IN THE SKY. WITH CLOUDS AND BIRDS AND STUFF. F-L-Y-I-N-G.

messiestobjects

Yes, you are clearly from another planet. I used to feel that way about flying, but after 100 flights or so, the glow wears off. I still like flying well enough if it's a short flight, but any more than 4 hours and I'm wishing I'd brought a parachute.
Christy, if you're actually mixing things with thorazine because you need to be knocked out more, it's time to check yourself into the crazy house. Thorazine is what they give the psychopeople so that they don't want to kill people or pull the wings off of butterflys anymore; those are the people who get the detatching effect! On normal, sane type people, well, Gary describes the effects most acurately. Sleep of the dead. I'm worried. Don't kill Will.

Christy

I was mixing things with hydrocodone - just a clarification (generic vicodin). The Thorzine really didn't do it for me - it just made me tired.

Heather

My neighbor got a prescription for Thorazine after telling her slack-ass husband that she was so tired she wanted to drive the van into a tree. With the kids in it. Just to get some rest. The next time I saw her, she was whistling and vacuuming, vacuuming and whistling. Gee, I thought, without pharmaceuticals, how would we otherwise tolerate the intolerable conditions of our lives? I say, change the culture that necessitates the taking of drugs just to endure it. You know, whenever the drugs wear off. I say, go down fighting. "You'll never take me alive, Glaxo-Smith-Kline!" Unless you really do need the meds, of course.

Heather

No. It was Seroquel, not Thorazine. It was like a little bliss pill or something. It's always good to take shortcuts to nirvana, I suppose, if you can find them.

Gary

thorazine won't make you happy - it makes you incapacitated. So you won't hurt yourself or others. Like a kind of chemical straight jacket. Of course if your take it regularly you can sort of function on it - like my friend. He was like a zombie walking around. But he didn't think he was god anymore - so it's all good. He later thought he was a gangster, but that's another thing altogether.

Heather

Oooh. I'd like to think I was a gangster. That'd be cool. I could go shooting up nightclubs with Suge Knight. Or is that gangsta? OK. Did your friend think he was John Dillinger or Tupac Shakur? I need to know now.

Gary

he thought he was Meyer Lansky ;)

Dillinger was a bank robber.

Heather

Shuttie.

Heather

I was going to say "BabyFace Nelson", but Dillinger sounded funnier to me.

Christy

I wouldn't take Seroquel for recreation - I have a family member that's on it and I read what it does in the brain - I don't think I would take that. They only prescribe that to schizophrenics and bipolar patients to my knowledge - although I've heard of kids taking it recreationally for sleep. Anyway after what I read in the hospital I'd steer clear of that one.

Heather

Oh, certainly. I myself don't take anything recreationally that can't be found in nature. My neighbor got it in the psych ward.

Heather

OK. Reality check. It's Friday. Let's have some productivity, please. Really. It's like you're on vacation or something.

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