I was going to ask about using the Magical Butter Machine to make oil but if SOG is right maybe all you need is a really fine grinder. Who needs expensive equipment when a pair of scissors will do. But I'll still probably get a MBM for other stuff if they're as handy as they look. Have you considered one Sue or is a saucepan the better (or maybe just cheaper) method?
Awsome record keeping by the way. Brilliant way to record what works best and gives the best results.
That banner over my name has a long list of
contests I've won. Each of them, with the exception of the Gallery win was accompanied by an MB2. I've given all but two away. I used the first one until the handle fell apart.
One can grind and fill capsules and you'll get cannabinoids in,band the THC will be converted to 11-hydroxy - my fVorite euphoric component
- but you won't get the bioavailability increase of the carrier oil and liquid sunflower lecithin. So, if you're using cannabis for recreation, or you're a patient with a lack of equipment and supplies, yes, this is a good option.
Have a serious disease state you're treating with an eye to systemic healing? I'd use an infused oil or a formulation like biobombs and I'd use every method I could comfortably fit into the regimen to increase that bioavailability - apignen, mandolin, green tea, dark chocolate, you name it. If it's going to keep the liver enzymes busy while I dose with cannabinoids or clean up those methyl groups blocking CB receptors, I'm gonna be all over it to give my healing ECS the best chance I can.
And the entire time, with every dose, I'll envision the celebration of joy going on in my cellular community that reserve troops have arrived.
Rec use is a valid and important part of the cannabis experience. It concerns me that the push to include cannabinoid therapies hasn't stopped this national obsession with "the dangerous side effects" of the act of feeling f*n good. I, and many more of you than I can count, function best in a heightened state of euphoria. According to our legislatitive bodies it's apparently not in the best interest of our planet that the populations heal and feel good most of the time. I'm learning to look past the concern to a brighter future without prohibitionary mindsets.
It's disconcerting to realize how easy it was for them to bamboozle an entire planet full of people. The propaganda goes so deep I can barely discuss cannabis with the seniors. I've been warned by the coordinator that this group contains individuals that will turn me in, believing they were saving me from the devil's lettace. I have my ways.
I'll start plying them with pain cream.
I don't have to tell them I grow it. I don't know a single one in the group that uses a computer.
Thank you for the compliment. The record keeping's been an evolving thing. I'm really liking the cards on the wall. It's so easy to get a quick overview. As they develop I'll have more info on the cards, and I'm thinking of redesigning the flow sheets, although they look to be doing the job well. When I started taping leaves down the right side of the front I suddenly understood why I'd designed the layout that way.
How funny that you should mention the records. I had the papers out on the floor, thinking of doing a card for every plant I've grown. Someday that may happen, but it's an extensive list.
These are the current flow sheets, dating back to late 2016
And these are the stacks of cycle flow sheets that were from the first two years of my growing adventure.
If I'm going to actually learn from the art of cultivation some sort of record keeping is necessary. With me it's easy to go overboard. I have a love of turning data into visual.
Good morning everyone 
It's miserable outdoors in the Burgh today. We've a winter storm watch going on until about 6 tonight, and it's not fit for man or beast out there in the slush and freezing rain. I think this will be an excellent day to crank up some tunes, get completely euphoric and scrub the bathroom top to bottom. Then I can get the next CBD CC flipped.
Oh! I promised pictures of Chemdawg. She's in her eighth week of bloom, getting flushed every day. Her trichomes have just started to go cloudy and her fans are making their color shift.
She's still actively blooming. This is her tallest cola.
I keep looking in here and thinking I could slip Black DOG in here while she finishes up, if I cinch her up a little.
But she's looking so fine with all the light being hers, and hers alone that I talk myself right out of it.
I've broken my new rule about not reaching for the iPad before I shower and meditate by posting this, so let me get back to starting my day on the right foot.
I'll be back later with pictures of the changes in the Spa. Until then, keep on with your own joyful adventure. Remember to grab all the hugs you can. Hugs are a healing force in their own right. The daughter and I get at least one a day in, held lovingly for three slow breaths, a practice I recommend with loved ones to create better bonding and a healthier ECS.
Be boldly joyful my friends. I'll catch up to you all later.
