I've heard those Haku are nice.
I'm still planning on getting one of these V3 Entheon RDAs sometime here: https://us.gearbest.com/vapor-styles/pp_1107141.html
Just has that old-school look to it. If I could squonk my Veritas, I'd be in heaven.
Because $45-90 for a WaSqueeze is utterly silly, IMO.
One of the main selling points to the combo was it was cheap and worked well. Perfect to introduce to new squonkers.
This "NarSqueeze" cost me like $20 and vapes great:
Evening Bonkers, was browsing Trinity Glass's website and seen they had Glass caps for the Wotofo Profile so I picked up a couple to try
Not exactly 1 to 1 on the cap but the air slots hit the mesh in just the right place
I know the glass from the Velocity type decks does wonderful.
..., & there will be the curmudgeonly crew of @The Cromwell , @JuicyLucy , @MyMagicMist to grumble about how all the shiny doesn't matter if it don't squonk and vape but costs a dog's left testicle.
Or have nothing better to do?Just proves that Squonkers are bonkers
All of the above?
Just proves that Squonkers are bonkers
I'll drink to that
Would that be an RTSA?
I hope you're a writer IRL, because if not, you really missed your calling. Not sure I've ever encountered anyone with a way with words like yours.
I am a writer, just not gotten anything major published yet. I have some struggles with it.
Well, I did get a book of poetry published once, long while back. Did scrawl out about 90,000 words of a horror novel first draft. The medium I had it stored on got misplaced with us moving here or there, or it became unreadable. Besides the media issue with that manuscript, the story needed a full rewrite & I felt that I could not do that while keeping it the same story. My wife is an impatient first reader and for her there were a dozen too many plot holes on page one to keep reading. She didn't understand that the story had to tell itself, as it was read. Or maybe I didn't understand I want an editor caught, seduced, bound, gagged in thirteen seconds on page one.
Poets, we try to economize or spare words. Novelists, my goodness they sling a big old sloppy mess out there and then just piddle all day. At times that was a bit of toe stubbing experience for me. I got frustrated needing to use so many words when I could use two or three to cover say fifty. Another minor issue I struggle in is writing about smells, tastes. I really do not have a sense of smell, no olfactory nerves. My taste is then also very limited. I think maybe I know three basic flavors, well maybe four. Cooking for me is easy though, use texture but don't make stuff all fried up hard gristle. I'll put it in a slingshot to fight off the blue jays.
I keep hemming and hawing with a few ideas for a story or few. I am just not getting there. I come up to the point where I write then the (dum dum dum) question of death (dum dum dum) comes along. "So what," I ask myself, why should I bother, what makes this story unique from the hundreds of other stories about such and such? And I know if a writer cannot care about the story, no reader will either. Then, a defenestration frenzy sets in that is almost psychotic & I am a very mild tempered man ... but. Well, you know us quiet ones.
So, I am a writer but as far as of yet I'm not capable of stringing the words together to get a story to save my hide. Can spin all kind o' yarn though about how the WWE wrestling is a benefit to my wife weather she knows it or not. Tall tales? Sure, can weave those out too. Nearly have had some old hillbillies go out naughy hunting with me. It's akin to snipe hunting. *chuckles* But they plumb rearing to go a few. I think I'm a cross between Peter the Pan, Tom Sawyer, and a 1930's era hard core old school gangster without the fancy threads, just plain old wife beaters and jeans for me.
No, I don't beat my wife. She or I may say I do in jest but I never could raise a hand to her like that for quite a few reasons. One being I agree with The Duke , a man does not hit a woman. Another, I saw too much of that growing up and helpless to stop it, well except for one time. He started again later though. Maybe ought to, ... but there were reasons to not. I kept busy working firewood. *grins* I could split all day and night with a 16 pound maul, he'd go five minutes with it and it'd kill him. I was just a scrawny little boy. He was the 250 pound gorilla. Go figure. *grin*
Excuse me, Jack Webb is downstairs telling Raymond Burr that he will not prosecute the Juan guys for bunko rackets in bringing coffee. Mr. Burr on the other hand is smoothly explaining how the Juan guys are cut throats and murderous scum of the earth. Jack he needs the Juans to book another low down hyena that's running the pills, and is even more cut throat calling themselves "the Docs".
I need to, ...
Or if you don't, you will, once it's out there in front of you.
the organization into rules is nothing more than a task that could be done by an educated anyone, if the author could stand the pain.
It explains a lot that you've written poetry. You obviously have a talent for getting out of your own way.
Why worry, though, about the appreciation of other people? You know what's going on in there.
Not a dare, just a feeble attempt at encouragement...
Those who can, do. Those who can't, encourage.
I'm nearly twenty years from my last visit from a muse.
Muses are terrible creatures, as is this "so what" beast. Muses can flee and laugh at you for chasing along firing an industrial staple gun at their robes to pin them down. Scarier still, you get one pinned and realize they're an incubus or succubus, there but act as harpies. The "so what" beast, ugh, it lances all five main sails right as you get underway. No more can you sing, "schooner, schooner sail me along on my way." No, your ship she sets in water as solid as concrete to go nowhere. You have to let the crew off for liberty. A mutiny of the imaginary crews is much worse than a mutiny of real crews. Why? Well, because they're imaginary, "all in your head" and so folks don't understand it when you get sad that first mate Victor refuses eating with you. "It's all in your head, get over it." "Well, d'uh, yeah ... doesn't make it any less hurtful than if you get upset over Dan Marino dropping a football." Even a dare would encourage. I think the muses are mad at me because I figure them out. They figure me out too. 
Jai the not so fav reviewer has ,
LOL
, I think he's just trying to appease the followers
Just a matter of perspective!
