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Steps to Obtaining a Medical Marijuana Card in Oregon

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Written by Sketchy Justin   
Thursday, 25 February 2010 16:20
For interviews with people explaining how they got their cards, visit I Got Medical.

Update: Justin has written a newer, more detailed article on this subject that can be found here.

Important Note: I am not a Physician or a Lawyer. The content of this article should not be used as medical or legal advice.

It is difficult to find basic information on obtaining a Medical Marijuana card in the state of Oregon. But the process itself isn't difficult. I learned via trial and error, but you can obtain your card by simply following four simple steps.

 

Tommy's Gets Cleaned Up, Now Glimmers

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 18 February 2010 16:19

So far things have been looking up in 2010. I've left my apartment once or twice in the new year, and on those occasions I've noticed that the cat piss on my front porch has unusually delicate overtones in its scent, almost like a fine red wine, but with a hint of Tobasco. Even more surprisingly, the dog shit in my front yard seems to have a sparkly sheen, and the little piles are all shaped like crusty brown smiley faces. While standing at the bus stop near my house the other day I saw that Tommy's, the little old run-down strip club sandwiched between another strip club and a fish market on Powell Boulevard, had a new paint job, and the sign out front now said “Glimmer's.” Everything just keeps getting better and better!

 

A Valentine's Day Horror Story

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 11 February 2010 16:20

WARNING: This week's blog is a truly horrific tale. If you are easily scared or offended, we recommend you read no further.

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After ordering his third beer, Vinnie decided that meeting a blind date from craigslist at the Yamhill Pub on Valentine's Day had probably been a poor decision. Showing up twenty minutes early hadn't been a great idea either. Still, it had been her idea to meet at this dive, and he'd been grateful for the cheap meeting point since he was technically unemployed. Now that he was here he figured he should at least stick around long enough to meet her.

 

Rooster's

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 04 February 2010 16:20

Update 2013: Rooster's has changed ownership and reopened as Jag's Clubhouse.

Last Friday, Vera Mysteria and I went out in search of a strip club in North Portland that was rumored to be wild and generally hardcore. Rooster's is in a two-story house painted red to look like a barn. On the side of the building there's a large painting of a leather-clad rooster riding a chopper and brandishing a large gun, and if you look closely you'll notice there's a bullet shooting out of the gun. Well that's just badass. The parking lot is pretty small, only really fit for motorcycles. Vera parked on the street. There was a light rain as we approached the building, and a couple guys were puffing on cigarettes under the covered smoking area outside.

 

Stripper Economics

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 28 January 2010 16:20

Last Saturday I attended a lecture at Reed College on the economics of stripping. I've lived extremely close to Reed for the last few years,  but this was the first time I'd had an excuse to check out the campus. Just like when I was in college six years ago, I ended up rushing to get out the door on time. I'd had a “business meeting” the night before that involved heavy drinking downtown, and I woke up a bit late and foggy-headed. I didn't have time to shower before I left, so I just threw on a ratty old Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and some jeans and headed out.

 

Interview with the Chat Bot

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 21 January 2010 16:20

The Ultra Hal Assistant, created by Robert Medeksza of Zabaware Inc., is supposed to be one of the most human-like examples of artificial intelligence available. Their conversational system, commonly known as a chat bot, won the Loebner Prize in 2007 after completing the Turing test, in which computers and people respond to text questions, and judges try to determine which responses are coming from a human.

 

"World's First Sex Robot" FAIL

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 14 January 2010 16:20

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Like many young pervs, when I was a little boy I fantasized about having a sex bot to fool around with. I don't know where the idea originated. Maybe I came up with it because I didn't really know what female genitals looked like, so I needed something abstract to focus on, or maybe it's just an idea that most nerdy, sexually deviant boys develop naturally on their own. All I can say for sure is that those fantasies kept me going for a good couple of years, at least until I found my dad's porn stash and started fantasizing about real girls.

 

Happy New Year!

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 31 December 2009 16:20

Well, 2009 wasn't too bad a year for me personally. I got a couple of projects rolling that I'd been working on in my head for years – the first being this website, the second being the novel I got started during National Novel Writing Month (I failed miserably trying to write 50k words in a month, but I got about a third of the novel written, which for me was no small feat). I got laid off, but that turned out to be kind of a good thing. I was sick of that crappy job anyway.

 

Christmas Hell

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 24 December 2009 16:20

I've never been religious, and my family wasn't what you'd call Christian, but we did celebrate Christmas. As a kid I sure loved the hell outta that holiday. My sister and I had a running agreement that whoever woke up first on Christmas morning would wake up the other kid, and we'd creep into the living room together. It didn't matter what the presents were; the lights on the plastic Christmas tree and the festive smells of the musty old stockings and scented candles and the sheer anticipation made everything perfect.

 

Cooling Gel

Pantsless in Portland
Written by AnDroid   
Thursday, 17 December 2009 16:20

Last week I broke down and bought a tube of hemorrhoid cooling gel at the downtown Rite Aid. I was particularly apprehensive about buying such an embarrassing product at that location since I buy beer there often enough that the checkers probably recognize me, but I bravely stood in line cradling the yellow box, trying to hide the label from the teenage girls milling around, and I was relieved to get the Indian guy as my checker. He might whisper to the female checkers that I have hemorrhoids the next time he sees me shopping there, but at least he never tries to talk to me. I thought about saying it was for my grandma as I set the box on the counter in front of him, but instead I paid in silence, and he gave me only a brief mischievous glance as he put the thing in a little plastic bag, which I stuffed in my backpack on my way out.

 
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