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Thursday, January 30

The Suorin Drop flavored nicotine salts and juices inhaler. Versus [comparison] Fuchai 200W | Puff Bar e-cigarettes.

The Suorin Drop nicotine inhaler is an attractive rechargeable nicotine inhaler.

The Suorin Drop Nicotine juice inhaler by Shenzen Bluemark Technology comes with a USB cable, package inserts, quality certification, and, of course, the Suorin Drop 2-piece body: one piece is the battery, USB port, and I/O juice charger; the other is the juice receptacle with a wick for the juices, an airhole, and the other end of the I/O charge pins 
The Suorin Drop hits pretty smoothly with a puff-puff sort of suction intake. I went to several stores around the DTLA area after I became fascinated, once again, with nicotine inhalers after I had found and lost one over the previous several days at the beginning of the month; and, as well, while undergoing midsummer shopping-haul shipping mania; whereas I think that shops had been doing an alternate Black Friday set of deals for faithful customers. 

I also (luckily) received an in-line (while checking out; that is), of a genuine Apple iPad Smart Cover from a very nice lady who noticed that I was having some trouble with getting my PIN number to work during the transaction. 

The lady who offered (and succeeded in offering), to extend a helping hand in my Target purchase paid only $11.00 plus tax for this iPad Smart Cover case. It was $39.99 originally.

I stayed the night in Pasadena (ostensibly probably Blogging, as well), and the next morning I came across a Targus tough shell iPad case, as well.

It was going down, at Target, on this Sunday night (July 26th, 2019), as far as spectacular sales prices on Apple products. The deals weren't listed online, and they weren't taking rain checks. 

That being said, I've still to unravel the debacle of not having my ID to pick up the next weeks' deal, which was an iPad for $249.99; down from $329.99 MSRP. 

Short of that, I don't quite look too young to purchase a nicotine inhaler; the Suorin Drop, which I had found, previously, around the USC area during some of my trash dive hauls in fortunate times of luck, or by considerate design, [as, it turns out, oftentimes, it seems], in that it feels like people leave out considerate trash dive "hauls" of cool stuff, such as a trial previous Suorin Drop and juice container (separately, though). Persistence and perseverance had paid off in finding a new favorite nicotine inhaler solution. 

I got juices and the Suorin Drop for $50 in Skid Row's tobacco and smoke shop specialty district around 3rd at San Pedro. I'll have to find the name of the store. The man was nice enough to accommodate my budget.

Cirque du Salt Strawberry-flavored nicotine salts juice.

Updates: regarding trash-dove’n gained nicotine (e-cigarette) inhalers. [It's about time]. 

The latest craze around the University of Southern California | discarded e-cigarette | trash-diving context is the über-stylish and compact Puff Bar, which is obviously any one of the four rectangular e-cigs pictured above. These nicotine inhalers really haven't been beat, in my experience, as far as flavor. Their "ice" flavored varieties, such as Banana Ice, Peach Ice, and the Cool Mint one, for that matter, are truly icy-cold puffs of flavored nicotine. My favorite, so far, has been Lychee Ice. 

 The big-hitting Fuchai-200W variable wattage nicotine inhaler. Many people have seen them. The guys who effortly blow massive clouds of nicotine juice vape outside, while non-partakers figure that they could blow a cloud that big, if they only but tried. 

I found this one on a trash dive today, out in Silverlake. It was perhaps intentionally discarded, as I checked out the internals and I/Os about it, and it's a non-recharchagable, special battery-powered unit. I was determined to find some batteries for it, the same night, and see it working, despite the fact that it had been dropped in water, and the batteries inside it had become rusted (not corroded, though). I trekked out to Hollywood Blvd., since the stores around Skid Row are 9-5 type shops, wholesale, that kind of thing, for the most part. Thankfully, I happen to look like a guy who can finagle a mark-down, just on account of my apparent visual poverty. The first guy who had the batteries was trying to do them for $15 a piece - an unfair attempt at markup, based on the prices I'd seen online for the batteries. I managed to wrangle the second vendor in on the notion that I was making him a sale, of perhaps "just sitting there" inventory. He had a lower starting price to begin with, - $20 for two (the thing requires two batteries), and I had $14. It was a done deal. He told me not to push the button and try it, before I got any juice in it, but when I got home and tried the thing out, it was a blessed power-hitting, cloud-blowing massive one, just like imaginably. A person could probably be gross and stick alternative choice materials in the juice container, but I'd think that that would become objectively distasteful. I'll stick with the nicotine juice. 

Sunday, January 19

Reaping the benefits of the film industry being in town (DTLA)

Being that the film industry is in town,  I've been able to resolve some of my interrent crises of happenstance everyday lifestyle 

Such as:

  • I missed the food bank,  the other day,  on account of exhaustion from hauling a heavy recyclables-laden rolling luggage and,  at that,  challenging myself, on a suggested notion that I ought to jog-it-on-home, to manage my weight and for sustainability in endurance,  to come - in future treks out to DTLA for my daily work needs, of collecting recyclables and feeding the pigeons. I found some great-looking disposed-of food in the alley,  where I had serendipitously been lead to, as well as that it was a piss-alley premonition of that I needed to go pee,  after getting off of the bus (I have kidney issues due to intricate medical complications due to taking Zyprexa ODT Zydis, which is an expensive and well-executed antipsychotic). I usually try to keep good in my civic conscientiousness by peeing in to a bottle, but the exacerbation of my kidneys issue (due to that I'm extra-fond of [due to my medication] and robustly supported by [due to recycling] had been wearing down on my ethically better resolve, as of the past few weeks. Thankfully, I've been getting more rest, and managing my inflammation better,  at the same time. I also procured this new rolling luggage, of an artist's posterboard frame size, out in Echo Park,  which has proven itself to be a fortunate common destination for my recyclables-seeking. It fits inside of my current luggage, good for an emergency on-the-spot backup, in case the wheels on my old bag run ragged. 

  • My Nike AirMax shoes (highly recommended) had run worn and flat.  I sounded like an air cushion when I would walk. Although they were still walking-functional, I feel that my chronic back pain may have been exaggerated by walking them flat. I discovered some good-enough Nike Airs,  as well as a pair of New Balance shoes, also fashionable-athleisure favorites of mine. Although I have the inclination to help dress the homeless as fashionably as I am dressed, for happening upon discarded clothing in charitable Los Angeles districts and locales, I commonly find that many disheveled or otherwise burden-fraught local bums and female-homeless are too conditionally unspeakably-dumb, or acutely neurotic, largely the female homeless,  presumably on account of being pursued and taken by the notion of free intoxication of bum-fare, and obviously smoking it,  at that. One of them, whom I had been taken by,  significantly,  because of the fact that she offered me a vent Starbucks, while she was reading the Bible (with the chapters of Jewish influence added to them - the silver edition), was friendly to me,  the next time I saw her. Now, she speaks in jibberish tongues [apparently Hijri-mockup dialectical pidgin-petit a'd hoc-ism], which is unfortunate, obviously. She's been of this habit since I once offended her by showing up too commonly where she typically hangs out. It could have been so different between us - now it's barriers of [according to her] Hijri-linguistics mock-up jokes between us, even though I legitimately show up at the park, as a bum. 

  • My daily meals and food distribution efforts for the needy who hadn't been as outrigger trekker as I had been, about town,  we're exacerbated by missing the food bank this week.  I fortunately found a pizza and an Italian plate today,  still warm. They also let me sack through their dumpsters and private-party trash cans, without any down-on-bums drama about the disparity looks of a grown-man-(boyish-looks) dumpster-diver amongst them - film industry working types. 

Wednesday, August 28

Someone was particularly appropriate today in an in-trashcan finding (for the pigeons).

I found this great bag of next-day's doings for the pigeons - 

A bag of white bread, some smoky sausage and hot dogs, and a recyclable bottle of Sprite. Thanks!

I was happy to see this left out for someone. Thanks again!

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