I did a MAD magazine style spoof when I was a kid; I'd heard of marijuana, and I knew it was a bad thing according to the TV, so I drew a little caricature of Herb Alpert for an album cover. The band was

I'd expect your neighbors to start showing up around that fence next few weeks, to stretch, pretend not to be interested in the cannabis, chit chat about the weather, and such. I do have a nibble of horsemint

Hey brandt, good to see you still around here! I actually never knew what human was available for help on my transfer mistake, it just seemed like a hopelessly vast machine that ran itself, and I had no

Ok. It's been half a year, I think I can talk about this now. About six months ago I decided to move all of 'those' coins into other places. A bit at a time, but then a bunch at once, or twice. On the

Nice! Did some guerrilla gardening a few times here and there, but could never get them as thick and lush as these. I guess it was hard to be there for the plants when they were hidden so deeply. Who knows,

I called. The recording kindly assured me that my coins were lost in a wonderful place, and that they would be very happy in their new home.

Nope- I've no idea who to contact. I presume the coins went to deepcrypto8 's account, but who runs that, no clue. I just have to think of it as part of my banking school tuition, hopefully my last installment

I still get that anxiety too, maybe got a little overconfident when I made that mistake, and to be fair, my noggin was also saturated with THC that particular night. It's my excuse for everything; 'I was

They can idiot-proof it all they want, but I may be more idioter than they'd imagined. Just recently decided to transfer some of those that's, but wasn't sure what to write in the MEMO space, so I idiotically

HEY! I recently decided to do a little writing here too. I did (see above) and it was a great healing experience. Nothing like a bike ride tho, you are right. I felt no wind in my hair, and heard no fake

I see some suspicious teeth marks on one of those little pots. Looks familiar; sometimes I have wild nocturnal animals knock over my seedling pots, maybe because the soil smells of kitchen compost or

I'm glad you're alive, and still kicking. I did have to prowl through your latest posts to get a little caught up. On top of everything else, I didn't realize that you'd been through such a long drought-

It's nice to hear your voice again- I can see that I've missed a lot since I last was here on Hive, happy to see that you're home and growing food.

I was using wrong key, finally figured it out-- thank you for replying!

Trying to un-delegate some Hive. The system always takes me to this dead-end page-- After confirming password, 'continue' doesn't seem to go anywhere from that point. Maybe I'm missing something, but I

I guess for cops, solving murders won't pay the light bill, but milking the traffic has become an accepted job, or 'essential work'. Their true function in society is becoming clear to everyone. Even though

Maybe! I guess when the control system is removed, anarchists will just be called 'humans', or 'Earthlings'.

I feel the same, I can't share it with a lot of my friends for the same reasons. I'm sure there are those who are outside the spell, but are being quiet about it for now. It takes a lot of calories to

Mob rule seemed to work for Mickey, if just for a minute. If the old cartoon corresponds with real life here, I'd say we're at the point in the story where the room is flooded, right before the actual

It is strange, we just need to think of it as a disaster, then help one another through it. We humans can't be kept apart forever.