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Thanks friends.
Got the flowering chamber of the life support pod fed up and under control.
Everything seems to be more or less properly humming and good for another week by itself. It took a long time. To be fair, several localized vapour clouds were encountered, vision was obscured and the road to progress was a crooked one.
Eleven strains in there at the moment and all sorts of different ages to mix different concoctions for. Plus the res and juggling the rainwater cisterns, pissing around with the hexapus lines and the manifold, which clogs sometimes, and all sorts of other demanding little jobs. Fun though. I'm always happy doing that sort of work. But there's quite a lot of it sometimes.
If, as I was blathering recently, my grow is like a sort of patched together but functional spaceship and self contained cannabis life support pod, existing surrounded by the hostile and treacherous vacuum of prohibition, the occasional enforcement drone, and the occasional pirate, then I think that most of us on 420 are like that. Captains of our own little ships, communicating to each other via the net through a vacuum, forming a giant life support system enthralled and enslaved in a symbiotic relationship with our beautiful female masters/slaves. All working to improve and accelerate the evolution of one plant species. It's a good story and an interesting time to be around here. Maybe we will miss these times when it's all safe and legal, who knows. I give myself a pat on the back to have slithered my way intact through a lot of stressful paranoia-inducing growing conditions, but I'm having more fun now, cause the legal chains are a bit looser and I'm not so paranoid.
Got the flowering chamber of the life support pod fed up and under control.
Everything seems to be more or less properly humming and good for another week by itself. It took a long time. To be fair, several localized vapour clouds were encountered, vision was obscured and the road to progress was a crooked one.
Eleven strains in there at the moment and all sorts of different ages to mix different concoctions for. Plus the res and juggling the rainwater cisterns, pissing around with the hexapus lines and the manifold, which clogs sometimes, and all sorts of other demanding little jobs. Fun though. I'm always happy doing that sort of work. But there's quite a lot of it sometimes.
If, as I was blathering recently, my grow is like a sort of patched together but functional spaceship and self contained cannabis life support pod, existing surrounded by the hostile and treacherous vacuum of prohibition, the occasional enforcement drone, and the occasional pirate, then I think that most of us on 420 are like that. Captains of our own little ships, communicating to each other via the net through a vacuum, forming a giant life support system enthralled and enslaved in a symbiotic relationship with our beautiful female masters/slaves. All working to improve and accelerate the evolution of one plant species. It's a good story and an interesting time to be around here. Maybe we will miss these times when it's all safe and legal, who knows. I give myself a pat on the back to have slithered my way intact through a lot of stressful paranoia-inducing growing conditions, but I'm having more fun now, cause the legal chains are a bit looser and I'm not so paranoid.