Tell Us Another Weed Story, Uncle Onke!!

Ok, ok, just give me a minute to focus. Hoo boy.

Ok! Today, we’re gonna talk about hash!

Tootsie Rolls of the Gods

Hash, short for “hashish”, is a much more compact form of marijuana. Remember before when we talked about trichomes? Trichomes are little dried resin crystals that contain the lion’s share of a plant’s THC and other cannabinoids. Hash is what you get when you fuse a bunch of those trichomes into a single mass. The color and consistency of the hash will vary with its purity and production method but the best stuff is typically a dark, golden brown.

The key to making hash is getting all the trichomes away from the rest of the weed. You can do this by accumulating the shake from your Hazemaker, but for most hash this is done by drying the plant material, grinding it up, and then blending it with either a solvent or ice water. Solvents (like rubbing alcohol or butane) dissolve the resin so that the plant matter can be filtered out. Then, the solvent is boiled off (or just allowed to evaporate) until you wind up with pure hash. The ice water process is the chemical opposite of the solvent process. Instead of dissolving the trichomes, the ice water causes the resinous little darlings to harden up and stop sticking to the plant material. Once the plant material is filtered out with a coarse screen, the water is run through much finer screens to capture the trichomes. The nice part about either of these two processes is that you can start with any part of the plant – many growers collect the otherwise-useless leaves for their hash – and still wind up with a high-quality product.

The form your hash is in at this point will depend on your method. If you used a solvent, you’ll have a tarry sludge that you’ll need to scrape up and re-spread a few times just to make sure all the solvent has evaporated. If you used the ice-water methods, you’ll have a clumpy powder that somewhere on the sticky (yay!) to gritty (boo!) spectrum. You can take that clumpy powder and compact it with a Hash Press or you can heat it to melt it into a single mass. Then, you’re ready to smoke!

You got your Big G's....

If you’re on-the-go, you can mix little bits of hash into tobacco or weed and smoke it in a joint. I have nothing against either of these methods, but I think hash is best when smoked on its own. You’ll need a standard glass pipe (available anywhere fine stoner products are sold). Take a small amount of hash and roll it between your fingers into a narrow cylinder. Then, press the cylinder into the bowl of your pipe, making a crescent around the inside of the bowl. This lets you control the burning from one end of the crescent to the other so you don’t get overwhelmed by the smoke.

Now, let’s talk about how to burn this stuff. You could use a lighter like some kind of goddamn caveman, but hash won’t hold a flame like weed will so you’re going to end up pulling a long drag of lighter air directly into your lungs. Ugh. You can use a middle-man like a Bee Line, a hemp(of course!)-based wick that holds a flame more cleanly than a lighter. Or, you can egregiously overgear and head straight for your new best friend, the Phedor.

It glows red-hot with love for you.

The Phedor is a handheld ceramic heating element, which is pretty much exactly as hazardous as it sounds. If you can grit your teeth through visions of accidentally setting it down on your lap or causing some other kind of stoner catastrophe, though, you’re in for a treat. The Phedor provides an extremely accurate source of high, even heat for your hash consumption needs. Once the element heats up, you can place it on the glass right next to the tiny tube of hash in your pipe and watch the delicious smoke come pouring out. While I’m not wild about every aspect of the product design (couldn’t they enclose the ceramic element in a spring-loaded sheath so it would be protected when you let go of the gizmo?), the end result it totally worth the effort. Since good hash has a THC content of anywhere from 50 to 70%, a tiny little lump of the stuff can treat you very well.

Revenge of the Plinkett

Mr. Plinkett’s final installment of reviews of the latest Star Wars films (which I mentioned earlier) is complete and was posted last week. It’s more goodness from my favorite scifi movie reviewer/serial killer and it’s worth a look. Also, Plinkett gets name-checked by another of my favorite film critics, Roger Ebert.

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It’s a Christmas miracle!

An unexpected meeting with an old friend has led to joy at the Wendigo household. Happiness reigns, Rankin-Bass Christmas specials were enjoyed, hot dogs were consumed. In a completely unrelated topic, here’s a clip from the Asylum Street Spankers’ concert DVD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3tqwNcfOhA

First person shooters have lied to me

Apparently, real-life soldiers do not bunny hop around the battlefield. They don’t stop and stand still in the middle of an open field due to lag. Nor do they call their teammates “n00b” and “gaywad.” Most of all, they apparently do not run straight at an unknown enemy, firing from the hip as they go. When unexpected gunfire hits, they apparently hug the ground, try to figure out where the shots are coming from, and attempt to bring heavier weapons to bear while spending a bare minimum of time anywhere other than “heavy cover.”

Garfunkel and Oates

In case any of my peeps haven’t heard of these gals, they are a barrel of foul-mouthed acoustic monkeys. Named after two of rock’s great also-rans, Kate Micucci and Riki Lindhome write and perform funny songs. Wait, don’t run away. They really are funny, unlike 90% of novelty song acts. Micucci has also done some comic acting on shows like Scrubs and Raising Hope.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXPcBI4CJc8

“Sex With Ducks” is probably their best video–one of the only actual videos they’ve done. They’re not particularly rich and are semi-famous on a good day, so many of their clips are just homemade clips of them performing together in a living room. Other songs to check out are “Fuck You,” “My Gay Boyfriend,” and “This Party Just Took a Turn For the Douche.”

One thing about the cold

It focuses you. Fast. No matter how groggy, how distracted, how indolent you were feeling, 12-degree air and a biting wind snaps you with an immediate awareness of your own body. I say this with no intention of snideness–my Southern brethren and sistern do not know what this feels like. It’s just after sunrise at 8 in the morning, you’re hoping at least one of the car doors isn’t frozen shut so you can get the others open, you’re praying the extra $30 you spent on the high-amp car battery was worth it, you grab the scraper to get the ice off the windshield, but it’s the stubborn hard frost that doesn’t want to slide off so it just gets scored by the plastic scraper and takes three times as long, your legs go numb even beneath the thick work pants and long johns, after five minutes the car heater still won’t actually come on and do any good, and you fervently wish to not need your ungloved hand for even a second. There’s a certain triumph to all this, though. Even with modern technology there’s a sense of accomplishment, organization, survival. You’ve got your charged cell phone, blanket and water in the car, the $400 set of snow tires, white knuckles on the wheel, your eyes are darting ahead on the road for anyone who’s slid off (not that they’ll necessarily need help, but it warns you about the slippery patches), you’re squinting a little through the slice of windshield that doesn’t keep wanting to frost over, and you know that with a full, warm belly and your best reflexes, you will BEAT WINTER for one more day.

What’s Wrong With Your Faaace?

Red Letter Media‘s film reviewer Plinkett is an obscene and slovenly, garble-mouthed shut-in. He is almost certainly schizophrenic, he is definitely a predator of women and its likely he is a serial killer. Chief among his deprivations are his tendency to kidnap and terrorize women, his nihilist attitude and his reverent obsession with Totino’s Pizza Rolls.

In spite of these enormous failings he delivers some of the most shrewd, compelling analyses of science fiction films in particular and narrative format in general. His earlier critiques focus on the Star Trek: The Next Generation films, but his reviews of the first two Star Wars films is where he transcends the role of typical reviewer and becomes an actual artiste of the form.

What follows is an utterly devastating sequence of take-downs, point-by-point, of The Phantom Menace and The Clone Wars punctuated with Plinkett’s own Silence of the Lambs-like back-story. There are some call-backs to earlier reviews of his Trek films, but they dovetail so nicely that little explanation is required. It’s plainly obvious Plinkett loves Star Wars and Star Trek, and his appreciation for them provides the fuel for his disdain of what has become of both franchises and what could have been.

Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace (7 parts)

Star Wars Episode 2: Attack of the Clones (9 parts)

Come and join me, delicious friends…

Lately I have been pretty obsessed with a new browser game. No, it’s no Farmville. I’ve discovered Echo Bazaar, which is kind of a noir Victorian London RPG.

Here’s a description:

“Echo Bazaar is basically a choose-your-own-adventure narrative story that you can play on your web browser. You start in Newgate Prison, with a single focus: get out. There is a deck of six cards but you can only look at one. Deal a card and decide what to do: play or discard?

Most cards offer you a choice: it will outline an action or two with your likelihood of success based on your skills. You can choose one which will use up an action or dismiss the card and then discard it and pull another one. Your cards refresh every seven minutes so once you’ve gone through the initial six, you may find that you have to wait a few minutes for more.

Red-bordered cards have a specific effect and use up an action simply by viewing them. Generally, however, you do not use an action by viewing a card. Either way, you’ll need to use up cards and actions to find a way to get out of Newgate Prison.

As you make choices, you’ll see storylets appear. These are specific to your qualities and connections, so they will change as you progress. In this particular case, you’ll begin to see options for escape based on the choices you’ve made with your Opportunity cards. You’ll need a combination of cards and storylets to make it into Fallen London.

The game is constantly changing with tweaks and new content being added every day. As a result, it’s hard to provide a walk-through of the initial experience…and impossible to detail later gameplay as it is completely dependent on the choices you make.”

You connect to it with either Twitter or FaceBook, but it never posts to your feed without your permission. The creators are a small startup in London and they seem to be staying pretty ethical. There are some interactions you can do with your friends, but mostly the game is played on your own.

If it sounds interesting, come and play with me!