BUT DDB, "TEKSERVE" HAS ALL THE CHARM OF A COUNTRY CORNER STORE

I reccomend everyone goes on and gets a firewire disk for their powerbook. Keep it at "the office" or somewhere secure that you don't have your powerbook often. Image it once or twice a week. If your shit goes crazy you can always boot off the FW disk.

SEXY OTM!

JON OTM.

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Not under AppleCare/warranty? I would have gone to AppleStore I think.... Is there any reason not to?

Also, I am excited to possibly pick up a multi-processor G5 on the cheap when Apple dumps their old machines for the x86 change.

I must say folks last night was the most intense night of my life. I was released from the hospital this morning, the doctor said i was lucky to be alive. With furthur tests i might have suffered slight brain damage, the doctors are at this moment unsure.
Yesterday me and a few buddies decided to drop acid, and during our trip we decide to smoke bowls. We were having a great time up until my friend said "hey i heard on a phish board that if you put gasoline in the bong it will get you way faded." So being the stupid ass stonner that i am, i decided to indulge. We went to the local Chevron and put in $1 of premuium with techron into my 3 foot roor. I took the first hit. At first i felt really dizzy, i started vomiting, and then i passed out. That night i woke up in the hospital with the worst headache i have ever had. Needless to say i am luck to be alive.

I must warn everyone to never try anything like this again. I realize i have a slight drug problem and i am now enrolled in a treatment center. If i can give anyone advice it would be to never try anything that is out of the ordinary, no strage drug combos. BE SAFE OUT THERE PEOPLE!

Rectal Robo

Okay, I was stupid, very stupid. Don't do this. And if you do, read everything I say!

11:15 injected about 7cc /water 4cc/generic light dry rum and approx 500mg pure dxm into my rectal cavity

11:43 slight discomfort in within my lower intestinal region, similar to normal DXM gas

12:03 rush to the bathroom without even getting dressed, landing on the pot without even closing the door releasing more anal force than i have ever experienced, including my recent encounter with food poisoning

Okay, this experience is very similar to severe hershey squirts, with the addition of dxm ejecting itself from your body. I dont know how many times ive chatted with people before during and after they snorted dxm, and not to forget my own near death experience doing it as well, just imagine that 100x!!!

I know the exact moment the powder hits my asshole, I bite my lips really hard while trying to scream, but I cant because all sensory is focused on the Birth of Satan. THis is truly horrible but not long lasting, and solved by wiping my ass with toilet paper. Unfortunatly I took this to be the alcohol coming in contact with my asshole....

12:15 all showered up and laying in bed in disbelief of what i had actually done, listening to music, suddenly noticing a very slight enhancement and serenity to to my overall consciousness, with a deeper focus and involvment towards it.

1:03 after several trips to the pot to 'blow off steam' remaining inside me, i contemplate on Gdog's enema recommendation and grin to myself thinking how could i possibly have anymore fecal matter waiting to be born? considering trying it again, this time with a lesser dose.

1:05 That becomes a reality and this time i find myself shoving about 300mg pure in a cap up my ass as far as it could go

1:11 reconnecting with feelings recently experienced, i found myself quickly squatting on the can hoping i dont poop out the dxm. yup. it happens. i quickly clean up and get myself showered and just sit on the toilet smoking cigarette after cigareette.

1:50 Realized that almost a very small fraction of my intestinal merchandise had been excreted the first time, and considering that maybe having shit deep within my bowels might be my problem i decide to give myself an enema, and try again.

2:00 on the dot i shove another pill up my ass, this time about 500mg

2:40 i sit here and think, man what if i took to much? what if i get so completely fucked up, this is the longest ive gone without discomfort of any kind yet, i guess ill wait and see. im pretty accustomed to running to the toilet and releasing pressure now. ill just lie down and ride it out.

2:50 okay fuck this bullshit. i got all gassy and shit again. only this time it was fucking BLOOD.

5:36 pm. Yesterday, I took 18 Dramamine pills and drank two 8-oz bottles of cough syrup. As usual, the cough syrup was pretty disgusting going down, and I was nauseated for about two hours afterward. I have a lot of experience with DXM. It's usually not that bad for me, and it's usually worth the discomfort anyway.

I had toyed with the DXM/Dramamine combination before. The first time I took 1400 mg DXM with 200 mg Dramamine (four 50 mg pills). That experience had been a real teaser. There was definitely something there that wasn't from the DXM, and I felt on the verge of having some great, weird experience.

So of course I wanted to try the Dramamine again at a higher dose. So I took ten pills (500 mg) with no DXM. That experience had been a little disappointing. I never really got high, and I fell asleep after only a few hours. I had noticed some unpleasant side effects of the Dramamine. It seemed to inhibit my ability to burp and urinate. Doesn't sound life-threatening at first glance, but believe me, it can be pretty uncomfortable if you suddenly lose the ability to do these things you take for granted. Anyway, the symptoms went away soon enough that night.

So I settled in yesterday afternoon determined to realize the full potential that seemed to be there for me in the DXM/Dramamine combination. Dramatically upping the Dramamine dose and adding the DXM back into the picture should do it, I figured.

I like to write trip journals on the computer while I'm having my experience, but it was difficult last night. My vision deteriorated quite a bit. I think both drugs played a role in that. It was also difficult to keep reporting on my experience because I was encountering some of the forgetfulness that has been mentioned in other reports. I often forgot what I was doing, or got sidetracked on various pointless missions. Eventually I had to give up on the trip log because I was not competent to operate the computer anymore.

I drank lots of coffee that evening to try to stay awake. The Dramamine did make me sleepy, but the DXM and the caffeine managed to keep me awake.

I kept feeling on the verge of losing control, but I never really got a full blown trip. It was mostly confusion and forgetfulness. I tried to boost my experience with some nitrous, but that didn't work very well and I eventually fell asleep in my bed with the nitrous canisters next to me.

From the moment I woke up this morning, I knew I was in trouble. I had the normal DXM hangover dizziness, but it was moderate, and I've gotten pretty good at functioning in that state. My ability to burp had returned overnight, but my ability to urinate had not. Try as I might, no matter how long I stood or sat there, nothing would come out. This was very frustrating and uncomfortable, since I could feel that my bladder was quite full. I hoped it would straighten itself out in a couple of hours. I had breakfast, and brewed a pot of coffee. I wasn't sure if the coffee would help or hurt the bladder situation, but I decided to give it a try. It didn't help.

After a couple of hours, I started to accept the idea that I was going to have to take myself to the emergency room. I hadn't peed for about 15 hours. Besides being extremely uncomfortable, I figured it was pretty dangerous too.

Luckily, I was able to drive myself and I wasn't too embarrassed to go in and confess what I'd done and ask for help. They were really nice in the emergency room. They inserted a catheter into my urethra, which allowed my bladder to drain and relieve my discomfort. I was upset to learn that the doctor was going to recommend I keep the catheter in all weekend and have it removed by my regular doctor on Monday. Apparently, the muscles in my bladder have been stretched past the point of insult, and they will need a couple of days to recover.

Now for those of you who have never had the pleasure of being catheterized, let me describe the experience for you. (Females, please adapt this description to your own anatomy).

First, the nurse 'introduces' a rubber tube into your penis and through your urethra until the tube reaches your bladder. The nurse knows the tube is in there when urine starts coming out the other end. A large bag is attached to the other end of the tube. I laid down on the examining table for 20-30 minutes while over a liter of urine drained into the bag. Then she switched me over to a smaller bag which was strapped to my thigh, so I could move about and spend my entire weekend with the catheter inserted. I get to switch myself back to the larger bag for sleeping.

Now of course there's the continuous stinging and pulling sensations in my urethra. But perhaps worse than that is the simultaneous feeling that I'm constantly peeing, yet at the same time it feels as if my bladder is full and I can't empty it. I suppose the full feeling could be the little saline balloon they filled up at the bladder end of the catheter to keep it from slipping out. I know it's working because the bag keeps filling up, so I have to empty it into the toilet frequently. Oh, and it cost me $50 to go to the emergency room, and it was that little only because I have good health insurance.

So if you got this far in the report, I hope you've decided to avoid the catheter experience for yourself. The ER doctor said that in older guys with prostate trouble, one or two Dramamine pills is enough to block their ability to urinate. I wonder how many pills it will take for you?

I hear a lot of people talking about Ecstasy, calling it a fun, harmless drug. All I can think is, "if they only knew."

I grew up in a small, town in Long Island. It's one of those places where everyone knows your name, what you did, what you ate and so on. They certainly knew me - I was a straight-A student involved in many school activities. I was one of the popular kids, liked by all the different crowds, involved in homecoming, regularly cast in school theater productions. Drugs never played a part in my life. They were never a question - I was too involved and focused on other things.

I always dreamed of moving to New York City to be DJ or start a band. My dream came true when my mom brought me to the city. As you can imagine, it was quite a change from home.

I was exposed to new people, new ideas and a completely new way of life - a way of life that exposed me to drugs. Most of the people that I met and spent time with in acting school had already been doing drugs for years. I guess I felt that by using drugs, I would become a part of their world and it would deepen my friendships with them to new levels. I tried pot, even a little cocaine, but it was Ecstasy that changed my life forever.

I remember the feeling I had the first time I did Ecstasy: complete and utter bliss. I could feel the pulse of the universe; I let every breath, touch and molecule move my soul. It was as if I had unlocked some sort of secret world; it was as if I'd found heaven. And I have to admit, I wondered how anything that made you feel so good could possibly be bad.

At first, buying records, extreme sports and holding down two jobs to stay afloat left little time for partying, but as time went by things changed. I DJed, had a steady job, made more new friends - and began to use drugs, especially Ecstasy, more frequently. As I did, I actually started to look down on those who did not. I surrounded myself only with those who did. Looking back on my old friends, I see how we were all so similar, not just in our drug use but in a deeper sense. We were all broken in someone way, feeling sad, hurt and alone. Whether it was from a difficult childhood, a broken heart, or feelings of insecurity. We were a crowd of lost souls wanting so badly to be a part of something. I had gone from a girl who never used drugs to a woman who couldn't imagine life without them.

Fortunately - at least as I saw it - all my friends did Ecstasy, and since my friends sold it, I rarely paid for anything. My weekends were spent popping pills and dancing at one of the many clubs in Williamsburg - but it didn't really matter where I was. Clubs, bars, apartments - anywhere, anytime became a good place and a good time to use. My weekends began on Thursday and ran until Sunday.

I had come to New York dreaming of a career in BMX biking. Drugs didn't rob me of that dream, but they did make me willing to forget about it. It wasn't that I stopped getting extreme because I was using; I just stopped. Sometimes I stopped eating and sleeping. I worked only two days a week to support my habit. The rest of the time was spent getting high, almost always on Ecstasy. The utter bliss of my first Ecstasy experience was a distant memory. Of course, I never could recapture that first high, no matter how much Ecstasy I took.

In five months, I went from living somewhat responsibly while pursuing my dream to a person who didn't care about a thing - and the higher I got, the deeper I sank into a dark, lonely place. When I did sleep, I had nightmares and the shakes. I had pasty skin, a throbbing head and the beginnings of paranoia, but I ignored it all, thinking it was normal. Until the night I thought I was dying.

On this night, I was sitting on the couch with my friends, watching a movie and feeling normal when suddenly, I felt as if I needed to jump out of my skin. Racing thoughts, horrible images and hallucinations crept through my mind. I thought I was seeing the devil, and I repeatedly asked my friends if I was dead. I was pacing frantically back and forth, incapable of relaxing or understanding anything that was going on around me. On top of all this, I felt as if I was having a heart attack. The worst thing was those moments when I could see myself, and what I had become. Somehow, I managed to pick up the phone and call my mom in the middle of the night, telling her to come get me. She did, pulling me out of my apartment at the next morning.

I didn't know who I was or where I was as my mom drove me back to my family's hospital in Long Island. I spent most of the drive curled up in the back seat trying to keep calm. I think my mom was afraid I'd jump out of the moving car at any moment - and given my state of mind at the time, I can't say I blame her. When we finally got to the hospital, I was committed to the psychiatric ward. I spent the next 14 days there in a state of extreme confusion. This is what Ecstasy gave me - but it didn't stop there.

While I was in the hospital, my doctors performed something called a neuro-spec scan of my brain. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the results.

The scan showed several dark splotches on the image of my brain, and my doctors told me those were areas - areas that carry out memory functions -- where the activity of my brain had been changed in some way. Because I used other drugs, the doctors could not say that my heavy Ecstasy abuse was solely responsible for this. But this much I know for sure: There's nothing in my medical history that could have contributed to this.

Since I saw that scan my life has been an uphill crawl, filled with doctors, therapists, meetings and a lot of soul searching. I have been placed on several medications such as anti-depressants, anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers, all to help me live with the chemical imbalance caused by my drug abuse. Looking back, it all happened so fast. Worst of all, I know I did this to myself.

I hear people say Ecstasy is a harmless, happy drug. There's nothing happy about the way that "harmless" drug chipped away at my life. Ecstasy took my strength, my motivation, my dreams, my friends, my apartment, my money and most of all, my sanity. I worry about my future and my health every day. I have many mountains ahead of me, but I plan to keep climbing because I'm one of the lucky ones. I've been given a second chance, and that's not something that everyone gets.

wudup yall?!?!?!well 2day i had fun at mah church(lke alwayz)heheheh,and i just got done eating mah chocolate cake,heheheh,well 2day mah friend took me to a restaurant(mexican)and i dont lke mexican food,only tacos and quesadillas(cuz mah moma kaez dem),dat all!!!!so lke,i felt weird,cuz i wuz surrounded by mexicans,and im not use to it,so i wuz lke ok?yah,lolz,and in da restaurants da one dat were cooking mo wuz sm amirecanz,so wen i tasted da chiken,didnt tasted lke hispanic chiken,it tasted lke american chiken,and it wuz juzz nasty so i wuz lke"diz aint mexican food"cuz hipanic ppl,Puerto Ricanz,mexicanz,colombianz,cubanz,aaaaalll da hispanics got flava in da food!!!!all da hispanics 2getha can mak a good meal!!!!!lolz,so i didnt lke da restaurant,i felt weird cuz dey were all staring at me!!!and i wuz wearing diz skirts dat are on style now,deir long and loose,different colors,i call it gypsy skirts,so yea,i wore a caki one dey were all lke"o she looking good!!!"and stuff(dey were sayiing it on spanish)so i just left!!!heheheh,but i had fun.is 12 sumthing am so laterz loke at 10:30 am i got a breakdancing contest!!!but wit skates!!!(roller blades)da junk gon be tiiite!!!lolz,we are gon rent da skating rink,im not sure if is at dream land or land mark?!?!?!or out of town,im juzz not sure,but dey sent me a paper dat is break dancing wit roller blades or normal skates(i skate wit da roller blades cuz da ones wit 1 wheel on da left and one wheel on da right,cant do it!!!)lolz,so yup!!!!hehehe,well ima tak a bath(againz)hehe so ill tell yall bout da contest laterzz,pe out!!!muahzz

HOLLAA!!!!

+kiara+

K.A.G

WAIT...DO U WANT TO BE A DJ OR A BMX RIDER???!?!?!?

CAN I SEE AN XRAY OF YOUR BRAIN FIRST BEFORE I ANSWER?

SEX AND DRUGS AND ROCK AND ROLL WERE HUDDLED TOGETHER IN A BOTTOMLESS HOLE.