commented on The Lying Disease
Some internet wags also call it Munchhausen by Proxy Server.
Having been online since the early 90s, I've seen more than my fair share of it, too. It's made me far less likely to bother with support groups.
commented on Warming Up with Icy Hot
That sort of stuff can be dangerous for men too. An ex of mine decided to play with some pleasure balm that was supposed to help him last longer. He slathered himself with it and then put on a condom - and ended up with second-degree chemical burns (most of his dick was one big painful blister).
commented on How To Actually Help the Philippines
I like to put my money somewhere that spends it on real results, not advertising or temporary fixes. As a result, I usually go with Mennonite Disaster Service and Mennonite Central Committee (North America & worldwide respectively). They do immediate food & water relief, but they also rebuild homes, long after the other agencies have left.
I would normally avoid religion-based charity like the plague, but this one's earned my respect.
commented on The Pioneers
Well, I guess that answers the question about Med Mix (the current restaurant at that corner) rebuilding after the arson.
Hope he keeps the car wash open though, it's the only one near us.
commented on The Ideal Legal Joint: Low in Potency, High in Flavor
Yep, I echo many of the stories here. Modern weed turns me into a mute ball of panic and twitchiness.
I'd love to try one of the high-CBD/low-THC strains, but I'm not willing to fork out for a medical card, and my regular doc doesn't authorise.
If I knew I was good with it, I'd scrape up the money. I don't really want to blow that much money just for an experiment though.
commented on Reason 12 Million Why Seattle Taxis Deserve Competition and Are Losing the War Against Ride-Share and For-Hire Vehicles
Tried to get a taxi home from the Hill one day when my car refused to start. I was parked on the east side of Cal Anderson park with a full load of perishable groceries topped off by a pint of Molly Moon's.
The first taxi company refused to come at all because I couldn't give a house number for the car (apparently a bright red Geo with the hood up in a 1/2 block stretch of parking was inadequate).
The second one agreed to pick me up, but only if I schlepped the groceries down to the corner and stood next to a business. Several of their cars drove by me there, none stopped. I waited an hour.
I finally made it home, on the bus, with melted ice cream and a deep and abiding hatred for major Seattle taxi companies.