Equanimity
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Final report, the white room. Third officer reporting. The other members of the crew; Joanne, Carla, Josie, Cheryl, Leanne and Kerry are dead.
Cargo smoked and destroyed.
I should reach the next harvest within six days. With a little luck the single dry bud on the rack will pick me up.
This is Thompson, last survivor of the white room, signing off.
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Strains
{
Lemon Kush (4);
Sleestack x Skunk (2);
}
Environment
{
Cheapest carbon filter
About 2 feet of aluminium flexible tubing
Black Orchid 125mm In-Line fan
3 Scythe PC Fans (intake)
2 Desk Fans (circulation)
Nutrients
{
Canna Coco A & B.
Cal Mag.
Mollasses.
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I've been looking at the same staircase and three humans for what seems like the majority of my adult life; stuck in a loop they're destined to repeat. I'm three stairs from the top when she lurches backward from the locked lift doors - her Security Access Tuner is banjaxed and needs a new data cell; an easy fix, like balls it is.
I avoid the gunshots and can now run straight in to get the object; history has shown me that she will run away. always and forever. To get her cohorts. They will hunt me and I will be cowering inside a black tube. I must sneak past. I keep getting Killed. Procrastinating; As i'm supposed to be moving my grow shit... I can hear it shuffling about in the walls...
So, I had to move my grow room to somewhere I can better manage the climate - it's own room.
I've kept the white room wardrobes and just moved them. This was a complete and utter nightmare. The thing is a pig.
The second wardrobe is in with it; this is now shaping up to be a permanent nursery and it currently has three wee babbies in it. These are sprouts from my own bagseed (as in accidental seeds from my own grows); 19 were planted and three sprouted so the strike rate is fucking shite, it makes me curious to see how these three hunger games survivors get on in life.
These new plants have no names.
They had names but the labels all fell off.
I lost track of which strain was which VERY early on; way before the move.
They have already grown some reasonably sized buds which have been removed.
The girls are back in to bake a while longer to give the young'uns a chance to thicken up.
I've overexposed these images on purpose to combat the HPS hertz banding bollocks.
Desert weed. Mmmm.
It was round about new years, maybe some time after.
It was cold out and I was not able to get purchase outside; sliding about like a penguin with buttered feet.
I should have known, I should have closed the window...
I forgot; missed it, spaced because I was too busy smoking my brains out on my recent harvest.
The temperature dropped and stayed in the low single celciuses for at least two days; the girls responded with nanners, lots and lots and lots of fucking nanners.
I fought bravely against the nanners; destroyed them all and ate most of them.
I missed some, but not many.
There will be some second generation bag seed this time as well.
Also...
The Bitch Rack is back!
That's right. My poorly planned bitch rack has found a new purpose and is now an integral part of the 'staggered harvest' approach I'm trying out.
The rack has thus far shit out some rather tasty buddage that hasn't really needed much jar time.
I'm happy with that.
So that's all there is to report right now.
I'll leave you with a few shots of my favourite nugs so far (I only selected dry ones for photos)
Back I go now, Into the dark, on my own...
Cargo smoked and destroyed.
I should reach the next harvest within six days. With a little luck the single dry bud on the rack will pick me up.
This is Thompson, last survivor of the white room, signing off.
----------------------------------------------------------
Strains
{
Lemon Kush (4);
Sleestack x Skunk (2);
}
Environment
{
Cheapest carbon filter
About 2 feet of aluminium flexible tubing
Black Orchid 125mm In-Line fan
3 Scythe PC Fans (intake)
2 Desk Fans (circulation)
Lighting
{
1 600W Dual Spectrum HPS (in a cool tube)
1 300W Dual Spectrum CFL
9 x 35W Cool White CFLs
LED Panel (90 x 3W Diodes; off brand)
}
Horticulture
{
3 Litre black plastic pots.
Recycled coco coir from the last grow.
Mycelium bags hanging about.
}
}{
1 600W Dual Spectrum HPS (in a cool tube)
1 300W Dual Spectrum CFL
9 x 35W Cool White CFLs
LED Panel (90 x 3W Diodes; off brand)
}
Horticulture
{
3 Litre black plastic pots.
Recycled coco coir from the last grow.
Mycelium bags hanging about.
}
Nutrients
{
Canna Coco A & B.
Cal Mag.
Mollasses.
Feeding Schedule
{
Seedling (up to 2nd node) - Honestly, the're getting parts of the adult feeds.
** Vegetative Stage Skipped **
Flowering (Just Switched to 12/12) - 16mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Actual Baby Flowers Exist) - 32mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Big Flowers, Medium Trichomage) - 64mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Full Trichomage, Dying Pistils) - Just water.
}
}{
Seedling (up to 2nd node) - Honestly, the're getting parts of the adult feeds.
** Vegetative Stage Skipped **
Flowering (Just Switched to 12/12) - 16mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Actual Baby Flowers Exist) - 32mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Big Flowers, Medium Trichomage) - 64mls Each Nute into 12 Litres of water.
Flowering (Full Trichomage, Dying Pistils) - Just water.
}
----------------------------------------------------------
I've been looking at the same staircase and three humans for what seems like the majority of my adult life; stuck in a loop they're destined to repeat. I'm three stairs from the top when she lurches backward from the locked lift doors - her Security Access Tuner is banjaxed and needs a new data cell; an easy fix, like balls it is.
I avoid the gunshots and can now run straight in to get the object; history has shown me that she will run away. always and forever. To get her cohorts. They will hunt me and I will be cowering inside a black tube. I must sneak past. I keep getting Killed. Procrastinating; As i'm supposed to be moving my grow shit... I can hear it shuffling about in the walls...
So, I had to move my grow room to somewhere I can better manage the climate - it's own room.
I've kept the white room wardrobes and just moved them. This was a complete and utter nightmare. The thing is a pig.
The second wardrobe is in with it; this is now shaping up to be a permanent nursery and it currently has three wee babbies in it. These are sprouts from my own bagseed (as in accidental seeds from my own grows); 19 were planted and three sprouted so the strike rate is fucking shite, it makes me curious to see how these three hunger games survivors get on in life.
These new plants have no names.
They had names but the labels all fell off.
I lost track of which strain was which VERY early on; way before the move.
They have already grown some reasonably sized buds which have been removed.
The girls are back in to bake a while longer to give the young'uns a chance to thicken up.
I've overexposed these images on purpose to combat the HPS hertz banding bollocks.
Desert weed. Mmmm.
It was round about new years, maybe some time after.
It was cold out and I was not able to get purchase outside; sliding about like a penguin with buttered feet.
I should have known, I should have closed the window...
I forgot; missed it, spaced because I was too busy smoking my brains out on my recent harvest.
The temperature dropped and stayed in the low single celciuses for at least two days; the girls responded with nanners, lots and lots and lots of fucking nanners.
I fought bravely against the nanners; destroyed them all and ate most of them.
I missed some, but not many.
There will be some second generation bag seed this time as well.
Also...
The Bitch Rack is back!
That's right. My poorly planned bitch rack has found a new purpose and is now an integral part of the 'staggered harvest' approach I'm trying out.
The rack has thus far shit out some rather tasty buddage that hasn't really needed much jar time.
I'm happy with that.
So that's all there is to report right now.
I'll leave you with a few shots of my favourite nugs so far (I only selected dry ones for photos)
Back I go now, Into the dark, on my own...