I’m getting excited. Not like a small child at Christmas or a married man with children and on a birthday promise, no, but excited none the less. By the time this goes live on the site I’ll be on the M1 heading to the Ye Olde Salutation in Nottingham.
I’m torn. Like a xenophobe who adores our national dish of curry and imported lager, I have conflicting feelings. Part of me would like to proselytise the benefits of vaping and encourage everyone to vape in the style that suits them best – but that doesn’t sit well with my feelings over the growing number of subohm atomisers flooding the market.
Titanium wire has been experiencing a recent surge in interest from vapers new to them. We felt it was prudent to compile some information from the public domain and our personal experience of the product. This isn’t to tell anybody what to think or do – but to allow you to draw your own conclusions.
Some people like to get hot and bothered about politics while others find religious matters cause moist collars and clenched knuckles. There are folks getting vexed over batteries, diketones and cloud chasers but none of them seem to considering the most important issues.
Eighty five percent of the universe is missing. It’s unknown and invisible – it’s dark matter. It’s there though, it has to be; the brilliantly named Fritz Zwicky said so. Not to be confused with the comedy of Doug Stanhope as that’s clearly visible.
Thanks to blustery Internet causing dark clouds in the house, I was moved to consider the week in terms of a vaping weather forecast. What brought a ray of sunshine or outbreaks of the chills in your vapeweek?
I’m not a political animal, I don’t have the patience to craft an argument and debate with those I see as morally or intellectually bankrupt. This isn’t because I don’t believe in the process – it’s that the people holding strident views I’d love to see changed are highly unreceptive to counter-arguments.
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Not according to Marge Simpson who’d hate to get a dozen crapweeds for Valentine’s Day, she’d rather have candy. Homer: “Not if they were called scumdrops.”
My wife doesn’t understand me. She isn’t alone; neither do the children, the residents of the village or most people in general. I can live with that, being different isn’t a bad thing but I struggle with the notion of being told I should not be collecting things.
When it comes to people’s opinions of atomisers and mods I’ve found myself wondering if I’m simply odd? Now, it’s a given that such an epithet extends to describing most of my waking moments...but how come what seems to work so well for others leaves me cold?