Get your copper tubing (use all copper not only for safety but the heat flows nicely in or out whatever you choose) and get "tube bending sand" I wish I could tell you the grade of sand but I'm not sure, fine grain though. Every rare once in a while you might find sand actually marked that way. Anyhow you fill the tube before you use a roller bending device so corners don't crimp. I'm sure Capt has some brake line tricks that work too.
If you can get the control down, you want to try and get 1 degree farenheight above alcohol boiling and pipe that vertically up a copper tube stuffed with copper wool (inexpensive brands that are real copper are best) @ around 2 foot per gallon in the base pot. Then a rounded 90 degree down turn and jacket that pipe in coils with another water jacket over that. Pump 33 degree water through it, drop into a second sealed pot with a simple glass chemistry distilling set ($40).
Mind the gasses, they explode.
See I've just wasted your time. I'm not going to do any of that. I want to. But if I put that on the list she'll kill me. Here. I whipped up this little note to explain my attitude and my interaction and I'm going to stop reading this because I could spend the next couple of days on this and love every second of it.
You have a real community here. I will not be part of it. I will be on the periphery. I'll document my plant and I will solicit comments.
I thank you for your attempt to include me, even after I displayed being an asshole occasionally.
I won't work to achieve in-group status to get some seeds or genetics. My desire to grow is absolutely zero. It's simply part of what I do to achieve certain results in my life. I have more weed than I could possibly imagine. Many different flavors. At this point I'm set for life if I just stop.
Now, it's simply a matter of sharing knowledge and maybe gaining a little bit of cash as part of the process. Maybe I run a bunch of different genetics through my current set of assumptions and see where it goes. Maybe somebody pays me to build a grow room. Legally. For the medical patients around the corner, not commercially. I don't expect much. I already give away the oil to anybody in pain who wants it.
I want experts to poke holes into anything I do. Hopefully they don't attack me directly, but the bottom line is I welcome adverse opinions.
I will not know what I don't know until someone tells me.
I don't know shit about growing.
I simply stumbled across something that produces phenomenal results yet displays in a way that experienced growers hate. The inside of a bud is tan yellow and that indicates death.
It's for indoor people since it needs far more light than the sun but outdoor people can bring their outdoor knowledge in because they can watch for mold. Indoor people have never had to deal with this unless they put too much in their tent. Outdoor people have to deal with rain.
Please don't grow with cat shit or anything else like that. It was an accident and I'm not including that into anything in the future. But I'm not going to lie about what happened. It's got cat shit in it.
If I comment in the train wreck, it's because it's enormously attractive. It's an attractive nuisance. It's a time sink. It's an invitation to get lost in amazing thoughts and visuals and humor.
God damn it. I got shit to do. My wife will kill me if I spend time on a website playing.
I am assumingly older than most of you and I am far less physically active or able. You do shit I can't dream about. My youth is over.
My expected lifespan is another 6 years. I might last longer but based on genetics and healthcare availability I got another 6 years. I got to make use of it.
I can play with tools. Occasionally. Hopefully I won't hurt myself too badly. I try to judge my mental state before picking up anything I plug in. But sometimes I need to make that same judgment with hand tools. I cut my finger cutting an onion today. I ran out of oxycodone but a double Soma is a hell of a painkiller when you smoke a hit of hash on top of that. But you really shouldn't be cutting onions then. I love fluorescent gaffers tape wrapped around non-stick bandage for when you cut yourself. Band-Aids are worthless.
I'll put together a construction project where I put the plant in a pool on a turntable so I can spin it while I work on it. I only see work now. I see thousands upon thousands of finger pulls everyday so I'm going to try to get as comfortable as possible.
I'm supposed to be rebuilding my kitchen right now. So I can't hang and enjoy this place. I'd like to.
Okay, can you handle an occasional drop by and not be too insulted?
I came here to document and to gain expert advice when people saw a plant and certainly knew far more about it than I possibly could. Simultaneously I'm discovering stuff that most people have never seen.
I get a certain amount of quiet hours in the dark due to my schedule when I'm supposed to be doing my research and design and small tool activity, not wandering the web.
Oo
