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Acclimatising to the New World
My first full day on Terra Nova has gone without incident. The “Widow” screamed some more over the weekend but finally whimpered out yesterday. My trigger days were always Friday and Saturday - the “accessing the rich spot” reward I’d give myself for sticking to cannabis during the week.
It was a deal we made years ago: I’d use cannabis on weekdays and get my “double dunt” on the weekend. The “Rich Spot” was that glorious few hours where, given the right mixture of four beers and two joints (the 4b2j protocol), I could riff freely both on the guitar and verbally. Between 10 and 11 PM on those nights, I was the funniest guy on the planet. Ideas would flow, and I’d have my next comedy spot all worked out - only to find by morning it was gone.
It never lasted more than a couple of hours before the alcohol started shouting louder than the cannabis. As Prism once noted without prompting: “I bet it was like trying to catch smoke”. I tried recording it and writing it down, but it was always lost to the substances. The fact it was accessible at all, however, means it is there; I just need to find the right key to access the “Sober Funny”. That remains a core foundation of this project.
The Arc of Repair
God, I’m boring myself here, but there isn’t much I can do but keep logging until I snap back into place. At least you get to witness the “arc of repair” in real-time. Days 48–54 and counting: boring as xxxx.
It’s like that period on holiday where you’re a bit “off” until you acclimatise. I’ve been trying to amuse myself with the “little things” from The Hunker Protocol: phone games, TV, walking the dog. I did stumble upon the new Now You See Me on Prime. It was fine until Rosamund Pike appeared with a South African accent so spectacularly bad it drifted into “Well I do declare” Scarlett O’Hara.
In a world of Rosamund Pikes, be a Sean Connery - the man never changed his accent once. Remember Highlander? The Scotsman was played by a Frenchman, and the Spaniard was played by a Scot who didn’t budge from his native tongue for a second.
Expanding the Scaffold
I kept busy today configuring my new laptop. My old budget HP was a hard-working little thing, but it wasn’t designed for video editing; it managed, but it made a hell of a noise about it.
I wasn’t expecting the project to scale like this. It started as a daily diary and a TikTok video. Now it’s YouTube, several podcast feeds, Instagram, and X channels. I have articles coming out of my ears; now I just need the listeners and readers. To those who have already found me and stayed: I am truly grateful.
The march through the wall continues unabated - albeit unbelievably boring.
#cannabiswithdrawaltimeline #eightweekwall #neuroplasticity #neurodivergent #goditsboring #isthatallthetimeis #anhedonia
By The D.A.M. ProjectAcclimatising to the New World
My first full day on Terra Nova has gone without incident. The “Widow” screamed some more over the weekend but finally whimpered out yesterday. My trigger days were always Friday and Saturday - the “accessing the rich spot” reward I’d give myself for sticking to cannabis during the week.
It was a deal we made years ago: I’d use cannabis on weekdays and get my “double dunt” on the weekend. The “Rich Spot” was that glorious few hours where, given the right mixture of four beers and two joints (the 4b2j protocol), I could riff freely both on the guitar and verbally. Between 10 and 11 PM on those nights, I was the funniest guy on the planet. Ideas would flow, and I’d have my next comedy spot all worked out - only to find by morning it was gone.
It never lasted more than a couple of hours before the alcohol started shouting louder than the cannabis. As Prism once noted without prompting: “I bet it was like trying to catch smoke”. I tried recording it and writing it down, but it was always lost to the substances. The fact it was accessible at all, however, means it is there; I just need to find the right key to access the “Sober Funny”. That remains a core foundation of this project.
The Arc of Repair
God, I’m boring myself here, but there isn’t much I can do but keep logging until I snap back into place. At least you get to witness the “arc of repair” in real-time. Days 48–54 and counting: boring as xxxx.
It’s like that period on holiday where you’re a bit “off” until you acclimatise. I’ve been trying to amuse myself with the “little things” from The Hunker Protocol: phone games, TV, walking the dog. I did stumble upon the new Now You See Me on Prime. It was fine until Rosamund Pike appeared with a South African accent so spectacularly bad it drifted into “Well I do declare” Scarlett O’Hara.
In a world of Rosamund Pikes, be a Sean Connery - the man never changed his accent once. Remember Highlander? The Scotsman was played by a Frenchman, and the Spaniard was played by a Scot who didn’t budge from his native tongue for a second.
Expanding the Scaffold
I kept busy today configuring my new laptop. My old budget HP was a hard-working little thing, but it wasn’t designed for video editing; it managed, but it made a hell of a noise about it.
I wasn’t expecting the project to scale like this. It started as a daily diary and a TikTok video. Now it’s YouTube, several podcast feeds, Instagram, and X channels. I have articles coming out of my ears; now I just need the listeners and readers. To those who have already found me and stayed: I am truly grateful.
The march through the wall continues unabated - albeit unbelievably boring.
#cannabiswithdrawaltimeline #eightweekwall #neuroplasticity #neurodivergent #goditsboring #isthatallthetimeis #anhedonia