#it's called prescription by mindless self indulgence

[wet-canid]

if you love me, like i love me, everybody will be sorry.

[farao-atka]

saccharine | a seccolata playlist

pronouns and stuff are adjusted x)   [ the link is  h e r e  ]

saccharine — jazmin bean: everything you do/ i'm obsessed with you/i don't mean to scare/ but you're just so cute/ every move you make/ you're fucking sweeter than a cake/i wanna cut you up/ and put you in my oven just to bake/ this shit is scaring me/ the thought of caring/ for anyone makes me want to scream/ looking at you makes me wanna/ gouge out my eyes/ bloody surprise/ like cherry pie/ will you be mine?/ saccharine, feeling kind of sick vomit in my teeth/ i don't want this responsibility

baby eyes — green day: they say my middle name is danger/ the guy you keep away from strangers / i’m out of control/ oh baby when i see your pretty face/ god rest your fucking soul/ 'cause baby, baby I was born to kill

prescription — mindless self indulgence: i'm the doctor, i'm the patient/ don't forget that, it's important/ if ya love me, like i love me/ everybody will be sorry

nine inch nails — closer: i broke apart my insides/ help me/ i've got no soul to sell/ i wanna fuck you like an animal/ i wanna feel you from the inside/ my whole existence is flawed/ you get me closer to god

fuck time — green day: take a look into my eyes/ i wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed/ oh baby, baby, it's fuck time/ you know i really want to make you mine

dna — little mix: no scientist or biology/ it’s only natural that i'm so affected/ and my heart won't beat again/ if i can't feel him in my veins/ no need to question, i already know/ it's in his dna

turn me on — nicki minaj: doctor, doctor, need you back home/ doctor doctor, where you at? give me something/i need your love, i need your loving/ you got that kind of medicine that keeps me coming

the dismemberment song — blue kid: hold still, my sweet/ i'm trying to measure the space between your molar and your jaw/ this caliper– no cause for fear/ no, it... it doesn't hurt/ it only helps me measure how much skin you have

can’t decide — scissor sisters: i can't decide/ whether you should live or die/ you'll probably go to heaven/ please don't hang your head and cry/ no wonder why/ my heart feels dead inside/ it's cold and hard and petrified/ lock the doors and close the blinds/ we're going for a ride

culling of the fold — the decemberists: cut him up boy/ he's a wicked disgrace/ and he said it to your face/ you better cut him up boy/ take him by the teeth/ get him down on his knees/ with your hands all shaking

what do they know? — mindless self indulgence: beat me up/ beat me down/ mess me up/ beyond all recognition/ for what it's worth/ i'd do it again/ with no consequence/ i will do it again

adrenalize — in this moment: i must confess i'm addicted to this/ shove your kiss straight through my chest/ i can't deny, i'd die without this/ make me feel like a god

love buzz —  shocking blue: would you believe me when i tell you/ you're the king of my heart/ please don't deceive me when I hurt you/ just ain't the way it seems

cascade — siouxsie and the banshees: the air was shining/ shining like a wedding ring/ barbed like sex/ i felt ten thousand volts/ my chest was full of eels/ pushing through my usual skin/ i opened up new wounds/ pouting, shouting

tear you apart — she wants revenge: he wanted her and this was bad/ he wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy/ now a little crush turned into a like/ and now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell her/ i want to hold you close/ skin pressed against me tight/ lie still, and close your eyes, boy/ i want to fucking tear you apart

drain you — nirvana: i don't care what you think unless it is about me/ it is now my duty to completely drain you/ chew my meat for you/ pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss/ from my mouth to yours/ i like you

touch — lights fade low: no one will stain you/ no one will pain you/ i'll keep you clean until my end/ no one will hurt you/ the way that i hurt you/ nothing will feel the same again

polly — nirvana: i think she wants some water/ to put out the blowtorch / let me clip your dirty wings/ let me take a ride, cut yourself/ want some help, please myself

qual — xmal deutschland: deine qual ist meine lust/ meine liebe ist dein tod/ nachts wenn du schläfst bin ich lebendig/ mein tag ist deine dämmerung/ meine wiege ist dein grab

clown — switchblade symphony: crying loud, you are crawling on the floor/ just a beautiful baby/ you're nothing more/ close your eyes/ you are crawling into sleep/ i swear i won't break you/ if you let me take you/ where the willows never weep

church of no return — Christian death: in the beginning there was sinning/ and in the end, well, let's pretend/ blessed is the fruit i dare you/ to take another bite of it/ and somehow i think you will/ in spite of it

bloody mary — lady gaga: love is just a history that they may prove/ and when you're gone/ i'll tell them my religion's you

spiritual cramp — christian death: crosses burn your temples on slaughter avenue/ it takes too much time to say 'i refuse'/ time is digging graves for the chosen few/ children dig graves for me and you/ describe the illness i'll prescribe the cure

cavity - first communion — christian death: nailing you to the wall/ nailing you to the spanish mystic/ i sit and hold hands with myself/ i sit and make love to myself/ i've got blood on my hands/ i've got blood on your hands

where did you sleep last night — nirvana: my boy, my boy, don't lie to me/ tell me where did you sleep last night

lithium — nirvana: i'm so happy/ 'cause today I found my friends/ they're in my head/ and i'm not scared, light my candles/ in a daze 'cause i've found god/ i like it, i'm not gonna crack/ i miss you, i'm not gonna crack/ i love you, i'm not gonna crack/ i killed you, i'm not gonna crack

carpe diem — green day: carpe diem, a battle cry/ are we all too young to die?/ making a living/ making a killing/ what's worth forgiving?

dirty rotten bastards — green day: calling all the demons, this is the season/ next stop is therapy/ we're the retarded and the brokenhearted/ the season of misery/ gonna take it further/ get away with murder/ and no one here is getting out alive

witness — mindless self indulgence (yes, unironically. no, i’m not writing down the lyrics.)

brain stew — green day: my mind is set on overdrive/ the clock is laughing in my face/ a crooked spine, my senses dulled/ passed the point of delirium/ on my own, here we go

minority — green day (my big cio song!!): i pledge allegiance to the underworld/ a face in the crowd unsung, against the mold/ without a doubt singled out the only way I know/ 'cause I want to be the minority/ i don't need your authority/ down with the moral majority

dr. feelgood — mötley crüe (dealer cio dealer cio dealer cio): i've got one thing you'll understand/ he’s not what you'd call a glamorous man/ got one thing that's easily understood/ he’s the one they call dr. feelgood

ich will — rammstein: ich will dass du mir vertraut/ ich will dass du mir glaubt/ ich will deine blicke spüren/ ich will jeden herzschlag kontrollieren/ ich will deine phantasie/ ich will deine energie/ ich will deine hände sehen/ ich will in beifall untergehen

gimme chocolate — babymetal: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

candy candy — kyary pamy pamyu (see above)

body — mother mother: take my eyes, take them aside/ take my face, and desecrate/ my arms and legs/ they get in the way

spellbound — siouxsie and the banshees: from the cradle bars/ comes a beckoning voice/ it sends you spinning/ you have no choice/ following the footsteps/ of a rag doll dance/ spellbound

someone’s in the wolf — queens of the stone age: he steps between the trees, a crooked man/ there's blood on the blade/ don't take his hand/ tempt the fates, beware the smile/ it hides all the teeth, my dear/ what's behind them/ so glad you could stay/ forever

gutter glitter — switchblade symphony: iridescent eyes, of the seahorse rise/ treasure he loves, others despise/ braceletes of silver adorn my wrists/ candy kissed from sugar lips

l’insetto — hiroshima mon amour: io voglio il cuore, io voglio il sangue/ voglio bruciare, voglio uscire/ io voglio andare dove mi porta la coscienza/ di essere un insetto/ voglio fuggire, voglio tornare/ é sempre il tempo per sognare/ ed ai miei occhi un fiore è differente/ un insetto è differente dagli occhi di un insetto

a day — clan of xymox: where are you/ when i am needing you… so far away/ i think you're the most important to me to me/ my sunken footsteps put themselves on/ through this gallery of deceased

restless heart syndrome — green day: i've got a really bad disease/ it's got me begging on my hands and knees/ so, take me to emergency/ 'cause something seems to be missing/ i'm elated, medicated/ lord knows i've tried to find a way/ to run away/ you’d be surprised what I endure

wallflower — switchblade symphony: something is happening underneath the ground/ for he’s been waiting to bloom/ thinking and wondering/ of his climb up to the sun/ “let me grow… the soil, it strangles me”

[fangsforfags]

Shameless Characters as Songs I like:

Frank Gallagher: Prescription by Mindless Self Indulgence. It talks about needing to take pills, and Frank Gallagher loves pills. Honestly it just suits him. 🤷

Fiona Gallagher: To Build A Home by Cinematic Orchestra. We shoulda seen this coming. I mean come one, she seriously went since she was 6 to keep her family together! She always tried for them and was always there for them--pretty much becoming like a mom, a parent, a "home" to her siblings. She's worked so hard to keep them home from Dcfs whenever they got separated. She was the only person close enough to a parent that cared for the kids, and she deserved so much better. She became a better mom than Monica and a better dad than Frank. She became the parent her siblings needed. She made sure they were safe because they are her life.

Lip Gallagher: Get It Up by Mindless Self Indulgence. I really didn't want to use another MSI song but there's a part in the song that says, "...just whatever you do don't talk about your fucking boyfriend while we're having sex..." And it just reminds me of Lip because there are times where his partner is talking about someone else while they do it and it just makes this song choice for him even more relatable.

Ian Gallagher: Wires by The Neighbourhood. I think this song goes good with Ian because there's a part where the singer talks about giving someone their medicine and I think of Ian. And the whole song reminds me of Ian and his bipolar because "the wires got the best of him," where the "wires" is his mental illness.

Debbie Gallagher: Smack a bitch by Rico Nasty. I was debating on songs because I dislike Debbie by a lot and was debating in using Lily Allen's song "fuck you." But I chose Rico's song because honestly Debbie isn't afraid to throw hands with someone. In s5, she went and beat up Holly and Ellie (for no reason bc Debs is a bitch like that) and fought that homeless lady in s7 over that corner. So, Debs throws hand.

Carl Gallagher: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Honestly, Carl is a tough, intimidating, ruthless person who could beat the shit out of you. I mean, even in early seasons Carl was kinda ruthless to people and pets. This songs just works for him.

Liam Gallagher: Cool Blue by The Japanese House. Honestly I see Liam as this song because Liam is this quiet, calm, collected kid and this song is soft and calm. Yes i know it's used in s1 of 13rw, but this song reminds me of Liam. It's just a nice song to listen to and Liam is pretty quiet and he's a nice kid too.

Mickey Milkovich: Mistakes Like This by Prelow. This song gives me closeted!Mickey vibes man. When the singer is pretty much saying how they can't stop thinking of a person but they know they shouldn't get involved, it reminds me of Mickey before he started actually caring about Ian. Because he wanted Ian, but he knew he shouldn't want him because of his dad. So he tries to keep Ian away with the "feelings" and all that shit.

Mandy Milkovich: Not Your Barbie Girl by Ava Max. We know that Mandy doesn't let guys use her. In s2 Mandy tells Lip that after a 3rd time they either figure it out or stop, meaning she wasn't gonna be someone that was used only for sex. She had plans for a relationship, and doesn't let boys control her. She's also held a shotgun to T*rry so respect for that. :)

Veronica Fisher: OMG by Iggy Azalea and Wiz Khalifa. I think this song goes to Ms. Veronica Fisher because nobody can compare to her. She's absolutely beautiful and she knows it. She's a bad ass bitch too and doesn't fuck with anybody that tries crossing her. A. Fucking. Queen.

Kevin Ball: Never Gonna Give You Up- Rick Astley. Haha, get Rick Rolled bitches. ✌😄 nah jk but Kev deserves this song because he's so fucking loyal from loving V and only V, to helping the Gallaghers when they need it. Kevin is a really loyal guy and loves everyone and is a protector for his friends and family. Everyone needs a Kevin in their life. :)

Karen Jackson: Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood. Yes another song by them, deal with it. But this songs reflects Karen perfectly because her dad did humiliate her in front of a group full of people. He called her a whore and made her think he loved her again. It caused her to fuck up a lot and not care for consequences. But with her dad being a dick and her mom not really being there for her to see her succeed, it fucks you up.

Sheila Jackson: Ms. Jackson by The Outkast. "IM SORRY MS. JACKSON. NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU DAUGHTER CRY..." Lol but seriously i see Sheila with this song, well because she's Ms. Jackson. And that part I have quoted makes me think if Lip and Karen. But the song overall makes me think of Sheila. Sheila if you're reading this we miss you and want you back. :(

Yo if you got any songs you think would work better with them just comment! :)

[viktcrr]

THE CHARACTER STATISTICS —

FULL NAME — viktor philip samuels

NICKNAME — vik, icky vicky, just viktor really :/

D.O.B. — january 2nd, 1996 i think

LINK TO THEIR PINTEREST BOARD OR TAG ON YOUR BLOG — pinterest // character tag

STAR SIGN / MOON & RISING — capricorn sun, gemini moon, aries rising

MBTI —  ISTP // the virtuoso

MORAL ALIGNMENT — chaotic neutral

MARITAL STATUS & SEXUALITY — single & pansexual

LANGUAGES — english :/

TALENTS / HOBBIES — sculpting / painting, piano, sfx makeup, eat hot chip & lie

TOP 5 MUSICIANS — mindless self indulgence, harley poe, lil peep, the cure, christian death

FAVOURITE BOOK — coraline

FAVOURITE FILM & TV SHOW — beetlejuice / scream & the haunting of hill house

FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME — silent hill

WHAT DID THEY DO THIS PAST SUMMER? — they were in a treatment center :D

WHERE HAVE THEY TRAVELLED? — new york ... connecticut .. the only two states

DO THEY TAKE ANY PRESCRIPTIONS? — they’re testing out lithium atm

DO THEY HAVE ANY DIAGNOSIS’S? — bipolar disorder

FICTIONAL CHARACTER THEY ARE MOST LIKE? — so like. mix together beetlejuice, sid from toy story, and dennis reynolds. yeah.

ARE THEY EMPLOYED? WHERE DO THEY WORK? — he works in an art gallery :D

WERE THEY POPULAR IN HIGH SCHOOL? — i wldn’t say popular but like. well-known for sure. DLKFSHLDGLKHDS

DO THEY DO DRUGS? — trying not to but <3 yes

DRINK? — yeah <3

SMOKE CIGARETTES? — yes :/

SMOKE WEED? — absolutely

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE DID THEY GROW UP? — rochester, new york but grew up in lovell, connecticut

DO THEY PLAN TO GO TO GRAD SCHOOL? — yes but also maybe no?

WHAT ARE THEIR PLANS POST-GRADUATION? — have pieces in art gallery, preferably his own. make money HDLKFSLKADGHLK

PARENTS NAMES — john samuels & i honestly never thought of a name fr their mom she’s like background character #34. let’s call her fkn ... carol for now idk

DO THEY HAVE SIBLINGS? NAMES & AGES? — yes! tatiana samuels, 23 when deceased / rosa samuels, 20? viktor doesn’t know how old she is <3 truthfully <3 / mili samuels, 21 ??

DO THEY HAVE PETS? TYPES & NAMES? — he owns the ugliest snargletooth dog you’ve ever seen and he’s tiny and vicious. pinky and brain WHO?

ARE THEY RELIGIOUS? WHAT IS THEIR RELIGION IF SO? — christian but kind of goes back n forth when it comes to faith

HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE THEY SLEPT WITH? — i won’t lie to you it’s probably. in the 100s+.

WHAT VEHICLE DO THEY DRIVE? IF THEY DON’T DRIVE, HOW DO THEY TRAVEL AROUND TOWN? — they drive a custom hearse <3

DESCRIBE THEIR FASHION — pretty much only wears black, some white, maybe some red if he’s feeling particularly spicy. black jeans ... always ... or any sort of black pant. sweatpants ... turtlenecks ... he has pants w white vertical stripes ‘cos. beetlejuice. sometimes he wears button downs <3 leather jackets are a bit Much for him he wld actually probably wear a black denim jacket instead. vans or docs, or a good steel-toed boot. the original e-boy. he does like painting his nails and wearing earrings <3 bare minimum <3

DO THEY PREFER TO BE BEHIND THE CAMERA OR IN FRONT OF IT? — either / or rly ...

DO THEY BELIEVE ANY OF THE STORIES ABOUT RADCLIFFE? WHICH ONES? — no but he likes to feed into them for the fear factor

DO THEY THINK THE MOTHMAN IS HOT? — absolutely

A QUOTE THAT DESCRIBES THEM —  “You can be merry with [him], you can share a joke with him. But as Thomas More used to say, it’s like sporting with a tamed lion. You tousle its mane and pull its ears, but all the time you’re thinking, those claws, those claws, those claws.”

A SONG THAT THEY WOULD RELATE TO — the stand, mother mother

[lat479]

Music Meme

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people. no skipping!

I was tagged by @fallenqueen2

They Call me Tiago- Tiagz

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs- FOB

Candy Store- Heathers Musical

Dear Futur Self (Hands Up)- FOB

Cannibal- Ke$ha

Forget- Pogo

Bob Dylan- FOB

Prescription- Mindless Self Indulgence

Master Mind- Mindless Self Indulgence

Boss Bitch- Doja Cat

I’ll tag a few people! @a-vvriter-in-the-dark @holocrypticdreamer @romantichopelessly @plaidshirtjimkirk

[lemon-mold]

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag followers you want to know better

I was tagged by @westcoastzoid ♡

Age: 24

Birthplace: I emerged straight from the good ol' salt lake itself, like any child from Utah.

Current time; 4:20 pm

Drink you had last: v8 pineapple mango I think ?

Easiest person to talk to: literally everyone in my description

Favorite song: right now it's Prescription by Mindless Self Indulgence

Grossest memory: [emetophobia warning] I remember puking for 12 hours to the point it was bile and blood

Hogwarts House: huff puff

In love?: Nah

Jealous?: yah

Love at first sight or walk around again?: basically the 2 songs First Day Of My Life vs. The Gambler. Both are good.

Middle Name: Danger

Number of siblings: I'm the 7th child

One wish: so many moneys

Person you last called: uhhh idk but it looks like an important number

Question you are asked most?: “u ok?"

Reasons to smile?: I have friends and people who care about me and that's wonderful ❣

Last song you sang?: Gloria by Green Day in the car

Time you woke up: 7am and I went to the bathroom and came back out to the living room and turned off the light but forgot that my eyes aren't adjusted to the dark anymore so I was so scared I thought I was gonna cry

Underwear color: orenj

Worst habit: I chew on my skin and peel off my nail polish and not eat when I should

X-rays: I've had xrays for my arms multiple times, hand, lungs, collar bone, teeth, and knee cap

Favorite food: hnng... taco bell........

Zodiac sign: beefy water bear

I tag (but don't have to if you don't want to): @feardorchalean @masochistfox @rickrollingtroll @queerlakes44 @lovelykitkat @headstuckduck @duplexide @lame-kid-on-couch @everyone else who wants to, just say I tagged you ♡

[aimeeisadisaster]

idk i felt like redoing this again lmao

nickname: kazuichi/kaz

zodiac: taurus

height: 5′1

hogwarts house: slytherin cause im mean

last thing i googled: wattpad.com

song stuck in my head: lotta true crime by penelope scott

number of followers: 3

amount of sleep: sleep is dumb and idk tbh

lucky number: dont have one but my unlucky one is 444

dream job: i wanna be a lawyer

wearing: pokemon shirt, basketball shorts and white socks uwu

favorite song: uh lotta true crime by penelope scott or prescription by mindless self indulgance

favorite instrument: no

aesthetic: reading wattpad, bullying my cousins, talking to my gf

favorite author: my cousin (jk gwen your pokemon fan fic fucking sucks)

favorite animal noise: meowth thats right

random: my aunt called my cousins birthday party where we all cosplayed a furry convention

idk why i am the way i am

[billciipher]

Whatthefuckever | 15 tracks

8tracks / playmoss

Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother ”I made a fist and not a plan Call me a reckless wrecking ball”

Pumped up Kicks by Breathe Electric “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun”

Gasoline by Halsey “These voices won't leave me alone”

One Foot by Fun. “I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die”

Are You Satisfied? by Marina and the Diamonds “It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die“

Prescription by Mindless Self Indulgence “Give me more Pretty please, a prescription“

Stockholm Syndrome by Muse “And I won't hold you back Let your anger rise“

Dead! by My Chemical Romance “No one ever had much nice to say I think they never liked you anyway“

Talons by Bloc Party “And I didn't think I'd catch fire when I held my hand to the flame”

Hang‘em All by Carpenter Brut

Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence “I can't wait for you to shut me up”

Therapy by All Time Low “Arrogant boy Love yourself so no one has to They're better off without you”

Hold me Down by Halsey “Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown”

Kids by MGMT “But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not”

Vancouver Beatdown by Zomboy

[faggling]

2, 12, and 22 for the music ask thing?

2:A song you like with a number in the title

Heel Turn 2 by The Mountain Goats

12:A song from your preteen years

Calling You by Blue October probably was the most played song in my Preteens. Actual Teen Me listened to Black Orchid by Blue October daily though, so take your pick

22:A song that moves you forward

Recently when I go on drives and I feel depressed or really nervous I play like the same 6 Mindless Self Indulgence songs over and I get so fucking pumped and ready to fight the world. Those songs are: Fuck Machine, Lights Out, Prescription, Shut Me Up, Never Wanted to Dance, and Hey Tomorrow Fuck You and Your Friend Yesterday.

Thank you so much for asking! I hope you’re having a groovy day

[videntefernandez]

Hell Portal Hospital Soundtrack

Vena cava Angelspit

Take me to the Hospital The Prodigy

 Monster Hospital Metric

Prescription Mindless Self Indulgence

Where's Your Head At Basement Jaxx

Bandages Hot hot heat

Take me to the hospital The Faint

I don't like the drugs Marilyn Manson

The Dope Show Marilyn Manson

What I'd Be Without Me The Paper Chase

Nurse Grenade Angelspit

Hospital Beds Cold War Kids

Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors Editors

On Call Kings of Leon

Frontier psychiatrist The Avalanches

Quarantined At The Drive-In

A perfect lie The engine room

Blood My Chemical Romance

[marviinmelton]

Pax’s clever new app stops you from getting too high

Pax, the pocket vaporizer company that’s sold more than 2 million units to date, is announcing a major update to help its customers get high. Called Session Control, it’s an update to the company’s app that lets you set how much you want to vape at once. Previously, you could vape limitless amounts of pot until the cartridge was empty.

Once you set it, your Pax is programmed with your preferences. Once you exceed that quota, the Pax vape pen just stops pumping out the vapor for a 30-second cool down while you let the substance hit your senses.

“We’re in this weird space where you have such a powerful set of compounds in cannabis, but in general or recreational use it’s impossible to know how much you’re getting,” says Jesse Silver, the company’s new VP of product who hails from Ideo. “This is one of those first steps to making sure people know how much they’re getting.”

[Image: courtesy Pax]

Pax’s update comes at a crucial time. Cannabis is slowly becoming various shades of legal across the U.S., and along with it, a sometimes potent drug is being packaged as a consumer-friendly indulgence. A loosely regulated market, full of scrumptious edibles and weed strains bred for maximum THC, is crashing up against a society that’s experimented with pot mostly casually, in the shadows. And sometimes, chaos ensues.

As a result, we all know a friend who popped a few innocuous-looking gummy bears only to get psychedelically high, and self-regulation is just as tricky with vaping. The smooth air of vapes doesn’t burn your throat, so it offers no natural titration point convincing you to stop like the smoke from cigarettes or pipes do. So you can suck down a forest of marijuana as easily as inhaling oxygen.

[Image: courtesy Pax]

“With wine, you have a sense of how many glasses you had–and you know, ‘I’m a one-, two-, or three-glass person,” says CEO Bharat Vasan. “It’s really hard to tell that with vaping.”

In response to this design problem, Pax Era is the device getting the Session Control update. What’s different about the Era than many vape systems is that it doesn’t vaporize actual flowers. Instead, you load it with a pod of cannabis oil. These cartridges are tiny and projected to become insanely popular, but their concentration means they can be loaded with hundreds of doses of marijuana extract. The size of a single fat blunt, the Era can get you high for a month, requiring just a couple of charges along the way. It’s the iPod of vaping, but 1,000 hits in your pocket is not always a good thing. Pax had built a completely polished, mindless device to get high. Now, it needed to create a limiter.

Session Control is a single screen in the Pax app that lets you choose two simple options: You decide the temperature of your vape. And you choose, from a basic menu, if you want to inhale micro, small, medium, or a large amount while you vape.

These settings are saved to your device like invisible training wheels to vaping. Meanwhile, you can actually puff however you like–no need to actually take tiny or large inhales if you don’t want to at any moment. That puff classification is just for your own ease of understanding. Because on the back end, Pax is working on a measurement of total volume. It can track how much you’ve inhaled of your pod, no matter how few or many puffs it takes. Then whenever you hit the volumetric threshold, the vape stream cuts off for 30 seconds.

[Image: courtesy Pax]

Testing it with a THC-free blueberry pod (Hunter S. Thompson, I am not), I was able to set my session (medium!) in seconds. I could put my phone away and puff at will, or pull out the app to actually watch a bar fill to my 100% max. As the bar quickly filled, my conclusion was, yes, I could overdo it on this device easily! And puffing after the limit was reached, the Pax had just a bit more resistance, and no vapor. That means there were no kitschy beeps or alerts involved, just a somewhat unsatisfying result of the Pax turning itself off. It went inert like a dead smartphone. In my opinion, it was a case where zero feedback was the perfect feedback. I was ready to be done.

Of course, Pax has made its name in a competitive landscape as more than just a vaporizer. Its Pax Era system is a whole platform, with dozens of partners who make cannabis oil pods of varying strengths and strains. In this sense, Session Control doesn’t offer nearly the customizability you’d think might be possible. For instance, I would love to see a future update that could take full advantage of the closed pod-to-device ecosystem. I imagine plugging a pod into the Pax, maybe Cheetos Kush from Frito-Lay (a man can dream, can’t he?). The software would see that it contains 500 mg of THC. And with that info, it could allow me to set my sessions, not by volume of vapor, but by pharmaceutical dose. I imagine this would be especially helpful with medical marijuana users. Instead of a 2.5 mg THC pill each day, they could know that their Pax would offer the same ration with a puff.

When I run this scenario by Pax, they’re enthusiastic but guarded. “I think we have a ways to go, to be honest, before we get to a place that’s more prescriptive,” says Silver. At minimum, Silver says, someone who uses the same pods over time should be able to quickly dial in, and lock down, a comfortable level of high. And it’s a first update of many to make sure that when millions of new people get into marijuana through vaping, the technology will empower them to do something other than get wayyyyy too high.

Pax’s clever new app stops you from getting too high published first on https://petrotekb.tumblr.com/

[latestnews2018-blog]

This Year's Hot New Self-Care Regimen: Sleeping Through The Whole Thing

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This Year's Hot New Self-Care Regimen: Sleeping Through The Whole Thing

It’s the summer of 2018, and America seems sapped of hope. We swap self-care techniques and links to “Abolish ICE” petitions with equal desperation. Sometimes, as Tina Fey suggested on “Saturday Night Live” last summer, the political reality looks so bad that it’s tempting to just skip the protests, hide at home and devour an entire sheet cake.

In her monologue, Fey called this technique “sheetcaking,” a way to keep at bay the rigors of living in hell. The joke, as many critics argued and Fey herself later admitted, was also a manifestation of a certain kind of privilege ― that for many white, well-off liberals, American upheaval is an external disruption that might be upsetting, but can be comfortably ignored.

In Ottessa Moshfegh’s new novel, My Year of Rest and Relaxation, the unnamed narrator takes sheetcaking to the max ― not with sheet cake precisely, but with sleeping pills, with online shopping, with animal crackers and Thai takeout and pizza. She’s a gorgeous 20-something gallery girl in Manhattan whose parents died when she was in college. At the outset of the book, she decides to spend as much time sleeping as possible in hopes of curing her existential angst. She’s been alienated, lonely, unsure why she feels contempt and boredom for things she’s expected to love and enjoy, like her best friend Reva.

At first she just wants drugs to numb her. “Life would be more tolerable if my brain were slower to condemn the world around me,” she thinks. Soon, she embraces sleep, in hopes of being reborn a new person, someone who feels warmth and hope again. “My hibernation was self-preservational,” she insists. “I thought that it was going to save my life.”

She loses her job, but it doesn’t matter: She has savings, rent from the tenants of her late parents’ home, a high credit limit, her own apartment and nothing to prevent her from spending her nights and days in an Ambien haze. Her accomplice is an unscrupulous psychiatrist named Dr. Tuttle, a slightly batty woman with a sharp strategic mind when it comes to getting as many downers covered by insurance as possible, but a general fogginess about anything else related to her patient’s mental health.

Moshfegh’s vision of a retreat from the world mimics sheetcaking in another way: It’s all about comfort, not quality. That goes for food ― either a sugary cake, or a steady diet of takeout and cookies ― and for everything else. She sleeps so much, and eats so little, that this fatty diet actually leaves her skinnier, more modelesque, than ever. The narrator eschews art, books and provocative movies. She willfully ignores the news.

Instead, she wears out her VCR watching and rewatching Whoopi Goldberg comedies and Harrison Ford action flicks she already knows by heart. “The stupider the movie, the less my mind had to work,” she notes. Feeling rowdy, sad, cheerful or any other profound emotion yanks her out of her perpetual daze; that would be a problem.

It all sounds painfully familiar. When we’re not wearing ourselves to shreds with political agita, we’re retreating into our mindless distractions of choice: “Real Housewives,” “Fortnite,” Hallmark movies, “SportsCenter,” anything that doesn’t make us feel or think something too exhausting.

Moshfegh’s book isn’t by any means a response to Tina Fey. But in the fun house mirror she holds up to the self-care fetish of the privileged, the reality of sheetcaking comes into focus: It’s the furthest thing from political.

But for this woman, politics isn’t the catalyst for her withdrawal. My Year of Rest and Relaxation is set in 2000 and 2001, at the close of the Clinton boom years. The narrator dwells in a cocoon even before her studied retreat from the world; she has a job at a gleaming art gallery, a nice apartment in an impersonal Upper East Side building, expensive gym memberships, nights to spend out clubbing. As she begins her year of sleep, afloat on a sea of Dimetapp, she notes that it’s never been easier for her “to ignore things that didn’t concern me.” “Things were happening in New York City ― they always are,” she writes, “but none of it affected me.”  

Moshfegh’s book isn’t by any means a response to Tina Fey. But in the fun house mirror she holds up to the self-care fetish of the privileged, the reality of sheetcaking comes into focus: It’s the furthest thing from political. The tradition it belongs to is not one of social protest, but of consolidated wealth and social status.

And it’s not a quirky new idea ― it’s part of a long tradition. Fittingly, My Year of Rest and Relaxation feels almost out of time, despite its near-contemporary setting. The cover, featuring a 1798 Jacques-Louis David portrait of a languid young woman, evokes the vintage concept of ladylike idleness, as does the genteel-sounding title. “I’m just taking some time off,” the narrator tells Reva early in the book. The framing harks back to a not-so-distant era when ladies of the upper classes did little but dress themselves for meals and complain of their ennui, and when women were frequently prescribed months-long rest cures for psychological disorders like depression.

This kind of feminine privilege was, of course, a gilded prison. Being kept in showy leisure, as accessories to signal a husband’s wealth and status, prevented women from advocating for their own interests or pursuing invigorating work. Those rest cures, as immortalized in Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s ”The Yellow Wallpaper,” were not always voluntary and could be little more than psychological torture. But compared to other roles available to women, like a lifetime of backbreaking labor interspersed with childbearing, idleness was surely preferable.

In Rest and Relaxation, the narrator’s own mother, a beauty queen who married young after getting pregnant, was also given to long bouts of sleep, while her father, a much older professor, supported the family and a housekeeper took care of the chores. “I could make a case for my mother’s rejection of domesticity as some kind of feminist assertion of her right to leisure,” the narrator muses, “but I actually think that she refused to cook and clean because she felt that doing so would cement her failure as a beauty queen.” Her mom aspired to a certain level of decorative idleness; robbed of being decorative, she clings to the idleness.

Moshfegh certainly doesn’t seem to be making a feminist case for leisure, and neither does her narrator, who is comfortably aware of her own good fortune. (“Compared to me,” she thinks of her best friend, “[Reva] was ‘underprivileged.’”) She doesn’t try to justify her rest as empowering through some out-of-context Audre Lorde quotes. Nor does she wallow in guilt about it, even as Reva snips that she’d love to take time off to “loaf around, watch movies, and snooze all day… I just don’t have that luxury.”

Alienated characters populate all of Moshfegh’s stories ― the thwarted drudge in Eileen, the cynical misfits of Homesick for Another World. This languidly lovely, monied heroine is unusual for her, though her humorously flat cruelty is familiar.

Reva, a college pal the narrator still sees out of habit but views with unadulterated disdain, is a classic Moshfegh character: despicably basic, suspiciously emotional, grotesquely normal. Reva is a striver, who “came from Long Island, was an 8 out of 10 but called herself ‘a New York three,’ and had majored in economics.” The narrator recoils from her friend’s class anxiety and quest for status, and from her messy grief over her mother, who is dying of cancer. She sniffs at the thought of Reva ending each night “probably drunk and full of Aspartame and Pepcid. In the mornings, she prepped and set out into the world, a mask of composure. And I had problems?”

Reva, by any definition, is just getting by; the narrator is rebirthing herself, or so she imagines.

As self-destructive and semi-suicidal as the narrator sounds, one expects that My Year of Rest and Relaxation will evolve into a cautionary tale of addiction and idle hands making the devil’s work. Instead, her self-medication ― which she herself treated with veiled suspicion ― turns out to be effective.

It’s seductive. While her pharmaceutical-fueled hibernation hardly seems safe or healthy (her own mother died after mixing pills with alcohol), disconnecting from work, the news and social obligations while indulging in lots of sleep seems like a great recipe for de-stressing. As I read, I struggled with spasms of bitterness. Taking a year off to sleep and slough my mind of all baggage sounded glorious: to give my mind and body exactly what they ask for, with no shame or fear, and to let them heal themselves.

That kind of vacation from stress and stimulation is available, even in fiction, only to a rarified handful. If the narrator’s self-treatment works, so what? It’s like learning a cure for cancer has been discovered and it costs $50 million. To the average patient, it’s hardly a relief to know that the cure is out there when they have no hope of accessing it.

But My Year of Rest and Relaxation isn’t, at any rate, a prescription: It’s an eerie exploration of how class dictates the degree to which we can care for ourselves, and the degree to which we must ceaselessly engage with a world that batters our souls.

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