The Million Miles Away mp3 weblog has stuff from the wonderful Slickee Boys today. Go look!

On 20 mg of Adderall XR, 300 mg of Wellbutrin, and 10 mg of Lexapro, I feel kind of normal. The way I felt on a pretty good day when I was 18.

This means that I have to tweak the fuck out of my dopamine and serotonin mechanisms to get to anything like a reasonable baseline, which sucks. Especially since the new drug (Adderall XR) cost me $96 for one month’s dosage, after the discount on my plan. My total monthly cost for prescription and OTC drugs for my various diagnoses is about $250 now. Add therapy and psychiatric visits and my outlay for medical costs is almost $1000 per month. Good thing I’ve managed to make decent money.

Because the cool part is that some of this stuff actually works, and I’m not covered with roaches gibbering in an alley, or being trepanned, or dead, or in jail.

“Whether you feel huggy or buggy ’bout the buzzworthy Blogebrity there’s no denying it’s making people sit up and take notice.”

I hope all these people get chlamydia from penguins.

Special unit sent into West Virginia as weight-related health problems soar

(1) Industrial lunchbox labeled “Local 290.3x Don’t Ask”

(1) T-shirt reading “this is what real punk looks like”

(1) CD of N’Sync’s “Somewhere, Someday” (one song) which is actually Firewater’s “Psychopharmacology”, with the lyrics to the latter on the outside sleeve.

Thank you so much! My day just got a lot cooler and way more bizarre!

Also the cat likes it.

“Parking a car, even it is a Mercedes, in front our your neighbor’s house is not neighborly, but it is legal. This was not an act of love, but one of civil disobedience.”

In response to my repost about the Worst Condo Association Guy, the_silent_one found pure gold in the form of Save Marina Hills!, a one-man crusade to save a planned community from an Axis of Evil.

Highlights include:

• Secret spy photos of maintenance workers!
• The Mercedes-Benz Incident!
• The Great Fence Color Revolt!

The home page itself is a delight. Compare and contrast the Association itself, especially the minutes of the meetings which are all about this guy and his crusade.

From two and a half years ago, this gem which pbd will recall vividly. It’s been long enough that I unlocked it so all can see the glory of:

Craziest Condo Association Guy Ever

This was in response to the condo association laying off the security guard. in suburban South Orange County. Near Leisure World.

There’s a room at Hanford that no one has entered since 1976. They went in today. The AP story about it is excerpted below. Hanford is the worst place in the U.S., a gigantic nuclear environmental disaster. It was our plutonium factory for many, many years. An acquaintance of mine worked there a long time ago, and a long time after that she turned bright yellow and spent a couple of years in bed with an unknown liver disease. Then she got better. Who knows why? When I drove through Washington state I passed Hanford’s fence, which is some distance from where the real wasteland starts. The idea of “cleaning up” Hanford is humorous.

Let’s salute Harold McCluskey for making it to 75, though. Tough bastard he must have been.

Workers in protective gear Thursday entered a long-sealed room at the Hanford nuclear reservation where the complex’s worst contamination accident occurred nearly 29 years ago.

The August 1976 explosion contaminated several workers and resulted in one man being dubbed the Atomic Man. Radioactivity levels in the room were so high that Hanford workers only briefly entered a few times after the blast, and the room was sealed in 1989.

Thursday’s entry began the process of evaluating the room’s hazards and marked the next step in cleaning up the nation’s most contaminated nuclear site.

[…]

The explosion blew out the quarter-inch-thick lead glass shielding workers, showering Harold McCluskey, a 64-year-old chemical operator, with nitric acid and radioactive shards of glass.

Within minutes, McCluskey inhaled the largest dose of americium-241 ever recorded, about 500 times the occupational standards for the element. Doctors isolated him for five months and injected an experimental drug to flush the isotope from his system. By 1977, his radiation count had fallen by about 80 percent.

When McCluskey returned home, friends avoided him and church members shunned him until his minister told people it was safe to sit with him, according to newspaper accounts. He died of natural causes in 1987 at age 75.

It’s hard to say anything about this other than what the fuck. This kind of thing is why no one pays any attention to the legislature, the state is run by manipulation of plebiscites, and we have a shitty Governator. Of course the editorialist makes this into a Democratic party issue, but whatever with that. The entire legislature consists of drunk clowns.

Assembly sticks nose into textbooks

Mercury News editorial

Maybe Democrats in the state Assembly should just go ahead and write textbooks for California’s students. They’re so confident they know what constitutes a good one.

For instance, who knew that making a textbook longer than 200 pages was such a bad idea that there needs to be a law against it?

Well, 42 Assembly Democrats knew. On Thursday they approved AB 756, a bill by Jackie Goldberg, D-Los Angeles, that says: Neither the State Board of Education nor a local school district “may adopt instructional materials that exceed 200 pages in length.”

what

http://www.trampjuice.tk/

This is your PORTAL! Found this during a discussion with zebulon_y of the worst beers there. They link to several other sites that celebrate the joys of “Super Lager”, the .uk equivalent of the .us “Malt Liquor” disaster.

Except these people have way less excuse for drinking this shit.

This all started earlier when Warren Ellis made fun of my first teen drunk, which was André “Champagne” chased with Moosehead.