Fatman feel free to use this thread to keep us up to date on your life. Your therapy progress, your med regimen, your weight loss, your ruminations on teachers and orphans, football, brooklyn strippers, terabytes downloaded, cat status and what-not. Really just whatever strikes your fancy. Heck, post a few pics if you want.
Seriously, just drop in and post a few lines whenever the urge strikes. Couldn't take too much of your time and it will save me from having to search in every thread in every forum to find out how you're doing.
I, for one, am keen to find out more about your career in law enforcement ( CLICKY ) it seems so much more interesting than your career in HR, IT, corporate reorganization, drafter of the UN Charter or your most recent stint as a house-bound mental patient.
I have lost 11 lbs since July 4th after some adjustments to my diet that were suggested by a rather attractive female XPT poster. I'll be giving up red meat come October at her suggestion. I hope to incorporate more soon, but some items are a bit pricy ... and with Ceara's cell phone to pay for ....
Stopped counting the Tbs for now since I'm trying to organize what I have. Broke 200 full features from the 70s & 80s. Many of them foreign [Brigitte Lahaie, for example]. Closing in on 60 Ginger Lynn titles.
My trial should be two weeks from today. The witness against me has refused to cooperate with DA.
Sorry my past life was more exciting than yours SG.
Right now it's none to fun. I'm disabled with a mental illness, so I have little better to do than to recall my glory days posting on a porn site.
What's your excuse?
btw, earlier in the year when I talked about my time with the AG [1988-1998] got a PM from a "poster" who currently works for law enforcement in NYC challenging me that I was a-fibbin about my time there. I passed the questions on a mutually agreed upon warrant with flying colors. btw, I was a "civilian"/"technician" not an "officer", but the the ID badge has the same effect ... as would a tax collectors, etc. ... and "officers" need not fear going back.
Just to annoy additionally, I was also a delegate to the NYC-CLC from 1993-1998. Don't forget my labor leadership! The whole thing seems empty without it!
I you want to find someone impartial to review documentation that backs what I've said about my career, I'll more than welcome it. We'll have to discuss how much I get if I'm telling the truth, though ...
The Moderation has decided to apply a sticky adhesive to this thread to allow The Fat man easy always on access to share with us his most morose minutae.
The Fatman discusses his terabytes of porn with someone he met on his daily 3 mile walk.
can we fucking deal with warp speed - 09/12/0710:08 PM
no one likes his avatar, its not edgy, its not dangerous, its fucking obnoxious and forces everyone to squint as we scroll down to the body of his post, how bout one of you mods do something about it, if not oh well but it makes this place less readable.
Re: can we fucking deal with warp speed - 09/13/0704:52 AM
Quote: no one likes his avatar, its not edgy, its not dangerous, its fucking obnoxious and forces everyone to squint as we scroll down to the body of his post, how bout one of you mods do something about it, if not oh well but it makes this place less readable.
Ya know, the concept of this thread was pretty straightforward...
Re: can we fucking deal with warp speed - 09/13/0704:58 PM
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Quote: no one likes his avatar, its not edgy, its not dangerous, its fucking obnoxious and forces everyone to squint as we scroll down to the body of his post, how bout one of you mods do something about it, if not oh well but it makes this place less readable.
Ya know, the concept of this thread was pretty straightforward...
But ya can't argue with his reasoning Vizz.
Fatman..what ya charging - per square inch of shade - these days? What with the Sun at the angle it is and all.
Re: can we fucking deal with warp speed - 09/14/0705:18 AM
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Quote: no one likes his avatar, its not edgy, its not dangerous, its fucking obnoxious and forces everyone to squint as we scroll down to the body of his post, how bout one of you mods do something about it, if not oh well but it makes this place less readable.
Ya know, the concept of this thread was pretty straightforward...
But ya can't argue with his reasoning Vizz.
Fatman..what ya charging - per square inch of shade - these days? What with the Sun at the angle it is and all.
Yeah, I think Warp's avatar is frightening too, but talk about left field, geesh....
this thread is the equivalent of an opposum that ignores whatever amazing and enticing bait you put in a trap for weeks and just wanders around brazenly eating the neighbor's bulbs and licking empty yogurt cups that fell from a trash truck. i enjoy learning about what the fatman thinks and does daily and it's annoying we've offered a chance to do so since he enjoys it. this thread would be peanut butter and apples if he were an opposum. frustrating.
Quote: We did everything right, elaborator. The rest is up to fatty.
To Bornyo: Sorry my man. Got busy with other things.
I may be writing a book with my psychiatrist on the history of my disorders and their misdiagnosis for 30+ years. It seems that he believes that people will be interested in my story. My idea was to write a chapter on something and then have him analyse the chapter from a clinical psych mode and discuss the reasons why some meds worked and did not, for example.
He has a college classmate who is in publishing who had us in to discuss what I would need to get together to have such a thing considered by publishers. It seems a bit intriguing to me and I have begun some draft writings.
At the moment, it's a bit more interesting to me than XPT.
Per Bornyo's request: Bornyo asked me to post the fact that I had not been posting in AWOP since I did not get a chance to catch up on the posts. I have no idea why. Even I don't find it interesting ....
If I am away for a short period, such as I was for the Jewish Civil New Year, I enjoy reading every post made to the XXX Porn Talk Discussion Forums.
To that end I use the board's bolding of unread threads with the # of posts to read in parantheses. Since once you enter a forum it clears this information, I need to do this when I have enough time to read all the new posts in the entire thread in one sitting.
I had hoped to do that over Wed to Thurs last week. But, I found other things more pressing/interesting.
Like tonight I will be watching episode 4 of Ken Burn's "The War" on PBS. I've enjoyed the series very much so far.
To Ms. Swift: On the selection of pic … I look more like an ex-jock offensive lineman. When I actually did play football in junior high I was shorter than most my age and quite thin do I did not play lineman. I would sacrifice my body well. I was a second-string full-back in a wishbone, starting punter and defensive halfback [they didn't call it a cornerback]. I lost my defensive positive when I let a flanker [that's what they were called] get behind me when I bit on a odd rule variation. It seems in our high-school rules you could have 2 forward passes on a play as long as the 1st was behind the line of scrimmage. Since I was not coached on that and only knew pro rules I charged the back who threw for a touchdown.
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My football career ended when I was roughed from two sides while punting. I re-injured my knee which I initially hurt in 5th grade. I broke my wrist and dislocated my right thumb upon landing. I suffered a severe concussion and was unconscious when I was put on a stretcher. I was brought by ambulance to the hospital. When my parents were called about my injuries, they are livid since my mom had flatly refused to sign the release required for contact sports since she was sure I would get badly injured. On Monday they found out that I had forged my Dad’s signature.
I’m fairly strong and somewhat agile. I have an arthritic right knee and a slight tear in my right rotator cuff. Other than that I have no physical limitations.
On Thursday last week I brought 305 lbs of cat supplies up 5 sets of stairs:
* 5 40lb tubs of clumping litter – they were on sale at Costco with a limit of 5 w/coupon;
* 2 40lb bags of regular Fresh Step litter – my landlord prefers to use this when changing my cat’s litter when I’m away. I will be returning to FL for 10 days early next month.
* 1 25lb bag of cat food.
I do a lot of walking. I've been enjoying a walk I created I call the “â€Weehawken Mile of Death†which ends with a slow jog up 2 sets of stairs ascending the Palisades that are like 141 steps in total. About 75-80 steps before "forced" to I slow my pace to walking at present.
Climbing up stairs is no problem. Walking down them is excruciating.
To SG: My recent "criminal" activity was brought up by ME. I'm not hiding from it. I wrote about it in a thread about "Have you ever been arrested" a couple months ago. Bornyo or James or Willie might take the time to search, but I'm not interest.
The note was an "update" to those following the events ... which was likely no one ... but that's never been a factor in my posting.
In April I had a altercation with a bus driver who said, when queried, that she stopped in Weehawken. She then drove on past it. When I tried to find out why she told me that she forgot this route doesn't stop there on that particular day and she forgot. Instead the 1st stop is about 5 miles away in the valley east and 100s of feet below the Palisades on which I live.
The next bus back was in about 4 hours [it was after 2AM]. I had no cash anyway and no ATM card on me. I had on my favorite dress shoes that now would be ruined.
But, what pissed me off was that she wouldn't give me back my ticket. She didn't perform the service. I wanted my ticket back. When she left me off in the middle of nowhere over an interstate, I took her plastic ID plack from it's holder and threw it down the embankment next to the exit ramp.
I then started my long uphill walk home.
Within 2 minutes I was surrounded by 3 police cars and charged at by the 3 policemen.
I was quite surprised since, for some unexplainable reason, I didn't think that anything was going to happen.
I admitted to doing the act and they tried to find the ID, but they wouldn't let me show them where I threw it. It was pitch dark and the weeds were 1-2 feet high. And, it wouldn't have mattered. She was filing a complaint anyway.
They had a tough time getting me in the car with handcuffs on since the cop who arrested me was another barrel shaped big boy. They would not let me lie down in the back and it was very hard to spin in the back seat with the cuffs on.
At the station they became angry at the bus driver when they caught her in 2 lies [they talked to her over radio - which is how the cops got there so quickly]. They were quite abusive. But, even I admitted that this did not mitigate my misbehavior.
The cops took a liking to me, rolled in laughter at my ID where my face is 95% blocked with hair and beard, enjoyed my sense of humor and I actually delayed my release - and their return to duty - while I recounted stories about the Dial-A-Mattress search warrant ... all the while cuffed to the floor.
I was surprised I was not fingerprinted or photographed. I did not have to post bail or anything. The lieutenant directed them to drive me "beyond the city limits" - which was their code for driving me home. So I was taken in a police car with another police car "escorting".
Since they did not have a good relationship with the Weehawken cops, they dropped me at the edge of Weehawken ... blocks closer than the bus would/should have.
They even gave the "stiff hand" wave when driving off.
Today with help from my attorney, I agreed to plead guilty to a disorderly persons violation and a fine.
The damn thing cost double with all the costs they added.
She filed a complaint about cat odor with the landlord right after "the incident". But, my landlord LOVES me now. [She did file to evict me in July 2006]. And, the girl said the smell had been there for months. But, she's the type that complains about everything and never mentioned it before.
Since I now go into the city daily, I sometimes end up at the bus stop at the same time as they. She won't even look at me, but her fiance gives me a reluctant "hey" reply.
She no longer frequents the deli across the street since after she complained about GD Clyde and his family the "regulars" know the tale.
I've recently been taking in by her ice blue-grey eyes ...
Tomorrow night is Sukkot, which I used to observe as a child but don't now. Sukkot is described in the Bible as the "Feast of Tabernacles" in many translations, though it has nothing to do with the Tabernacle.
..."On the fifteenth day of this seventh month is the Festival of Sukkot, seven days for HaShem. [Leviticus 23:34].
The 15th day of a Jewish month is the "full moon" since all months start with the "new moon". Starting on the full moon makes sense since the holiday is also called "Festival of Ingathering" - think of "Shine on Harvest Moon". Sukkot is also called the "Season of our Rejoicing" since many consider it the most joyous Jewish holiday.
Outside of Israel observant Jews treat the 1st 2 of the 7 days as holy days - no work, etc. In Israel only the 1st day is observed in this way.
Sukkot means "booth" or temporary shelters. You assemble the shelter or "Sukkah" yourselves. It must have all least 3 walls and the roof must be made of cut materials that grew from the ground [branches, bamboo, etc.] Kids take part in decorating the Sukkah with colorful natural items.
During the holiday you are to spend as much time outside as you can in a booth. Many just have their meals there.
Prayer services include the use of palms and a lemon-like item called an "Etrog". Some scholars of the new testiment believe Jesus' procession with the palms occured during Sukkot and not the week before Easter, since this is when traditionally the Jews parade around with palms.
Most US Jews whom I know don't observe the holiday.
Jews outside of Israel split this day into 2 separate holy days: Shemini Atzeret and Simkhat Torah. In Israel both are celebrated on the same day.
Shemini Atzeret means "the assembly of the eighth (day)" and is also commanded by Scripture.
"On the fifteenth day of this seventh month is the Festival of Sukkot, seven days for HaShem ... on the eighth day, there shall be a holy convocation for you." [Leviticus 23:34]
The rabbis consider Sukkot a holiday which is open to all mankind. So after you riff-raff leave, , HaShem invites us to stay an extra day for a private celebration.
Simchat Torah is a celebration of the completion of the Torah cycle and the beginning of a new Torah cycle. The Torah is the first 5 books of the Old Testement combined into one long scroll. The holiday reminds the Jews that study of the Torah never ceases.
It's a very joyous holiday and my second favorite after Passover.
HaShem means The Name. It represents the 4 letter unpronounced name of God which many mispronounce as "Jehovah" [I'm looking at YOU, Ceara!] and many think is pronounced "Yahveh".
Jews usually say Adonai, which means The Lord. Using "The Lord" was adopted my the Christians as well. Some very observant Jews will not use Adonai or "The Lord" unless it is during prayer or observance. The use HaShem or "The Name".
I like refering to the tetragrammaton as "The Name" more than as "The Lord" since it brings attention to that fact that it is a name and not a title. So this is almost always what I use.
The Jewish Civil Year starts in the seventh month of the Jewish Religious Year. The Religious Year starts in the spring with the month of Nissan which contains Passover.
Quote: I'm fascinated. Consider this a warmup for your book.
Yeah. Right.
I cannot see anyone being interested in my "journey" or my writing. For now, relating stories that deeply affected my Life for a couple of people who understand the struggle and enjoy my writing is satisfying. But, this, too, shall pass ...
think of this thread like your voice recorder fatman. just drop your thoughts here for later collection.
How many cats do you have to require all that litter? Do you scoop manually or do you have an automatic litterbox? Are all your cats spayed/neutered? Have you ever used a fry-daddy spatula to scoop cat litter?
Quote: I cannot see anyone being interested in my "journey" or my writing.
We are!
I'm pleased to see your criminal life has come to a close.
Sometimes I like to think that you posting here is good therapy for you. The rest of the time I know it isn't.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 09/27/0712:26 PM
Quote: How many cats do you have to require all that litter? Do you scoop manually or do you have an automatic litterbox? Are all your cats spayed/neutered? Have you ever used a fry-daddy spatula to scoop cat litter?
Fatman, back in the late '80s, I used to buy Hash Oil from this guy Dan who had both of his cats toilet trained. No kidding, I watched this in action several times. Ever consider this?
I found a slideshow of a blond flashing at a gas station. She looked like one of the Milton twins only she was attractive. It reminded me I needed to check this thread.
Quote: How many cats do you have to require all that litter? Do you scoop manually or do you have an automatic litterbox? Are all your cats spayed/neutered? Have you ever used a fry-daddy spatula to scoop cat litter?
* I currently have 4 cats. The elder two are 15. Their "kittens" less than 8 months younger than they. There were originally 4 in the litter. 2 of them have passed.
* I manually scoop daily.
* One male is not neutered. I had taken them in 2 at a time. I had 2 males left to neuter and 1 got very ill and I had to postpone his neutering. Once he recovered, there seemed little point in neutering them since they never leave the apartment. My sister was not pleased with this since she felt this indicated that I thought that pregnancy was only a female's responsibility. The cat who was ill is the one who remains in my apartment un-neutered. He is still slim and tears around like a kitten.
* Fry-Daddy?? Never used anything but large plastic scoops.
**** Interesting tidbit. All the males, including the 2 who passed, have/had occasional "grand mal" epileptic seizures. The last was over 7 months ago. It rarely occurs, but it does happen.
The cat I had before these used the toilet, but only for peeing. He wouldn't use it for "#2". He actually liked to show-off his peeing prowess and occassionally would howl to get a visitor to watch him.
He was a VICIOUS but brilliant cat!
These are incredibly gentle, but they aren't too bright. The elder male still hasn't quite got the hang of understanding gravity.
Mr Clyde.. I have to commend you.Not only on this threads success but because you deserve it.
That being said..The erroneous bus trip story is but a metaphor for your life it would seem(minus the cat piss and not so much the social derision).I trust your consultants recognize this for what is.
I have no idea what is possibly interesting about this thread. For the life of me I don't.
The only good thing is that labelling it with "Fatman" and tacking it to the top allows people such as Gia to avoid it.
Today was rather successful.
I had a good meeting with my psychologist.
She is a fairly cute blonde in her 30s. She appears to have an eating disorder. She is sooooo thin. No tits to talk about at all. WASPy, Southern . She runs miles every day and never seems to eat much. And, then it's all bunny food.
We set some priorities and goals for the 6 month intensive treatment that should start mid-month. I am hopeful to be able to work at some level after then. I would very much like that.
I'm getting myself ready for my latest trip to FL. It will be my last one until April/May when this therapy is over.
My rage is much more contained. I have more energy and confidence. But, less than 3 months from my last hospital stay. So, I'm trying not to expect too much too soon.
I witnessed 2 accidents on 58th Street today. The 1st involved a tailgating car whacking into the back of an empty cab. There was no damage to the cab. The car barely had damage to the bumper.
After therapy while sitting in a park overlooking the street, a van plowed into a parked Con-Ed truck and completely smashed his left front end into the back corner of the truck. The headlight literally exploded! POP! Colorful glass/plastic all over.
The Con-Ed driver comes out to see the damage and is quite frustrated. This can't be too good for him even though its not his fault at all. The looks-like-a-Taliban-to-me van driver points that he's going to pull up. And he takes off!!
The delay of everything that happened meant he got a good run from one avenue to the other, and though likely stopped by the light ahead, was way out of "license view" in seconds.
The Con-Ed guy started to run after him. Then came back. Tried to get his truck going only to be blocked by the people who were backed up during the first couple minutes after the accident.
The guy is gone. Poor driver! Explain all this to the Con-Ed dispatcher!
Could this be how Bin Laden got away in Afghanistan?
It will be my 5th vacation of 7 days or more in 11 months. When I worked I almost never took vacation. But, now that I'm not doing much I find I need time away from my lair to just relax.
This will be my 3rd time to West Palm. I did a short cruise to the Bahamas last year. And, I did a cruise of the Danube in March/April from Budapest to Linz with a 3 day stay in Prague.
Actually this one is required "pleasant event" before I start the 6 month program since you can't take any time off.
In the early morning I walk to this water treatment center which they made into a wildlife preserve and do a loop around the boardwalk. Then I go into the pool to float and walk. Walking in the pool is great since it's the only time I can walk without much pain in my knee.
Then it's a small breakfast. Some time on the patio. Lunch. A nap. Snack. Some computer time. Dinner. Some sort of activity. Sleep.
I just feel so much less stressed there. If they had decent health care, I'd move there.
Quote: If they had decent health care, I'd move there.
What about the Hurricanes?
Hurricanes don't bother me much.
I'm well within range of WHEN the muslims set off a nuke in Manhattan [not IF, WHEN]. And, I don't really sweat that either.
I don't like the loss of power, water, etc.
But I get that here from time to time, too. When it gets to hot, I've lost electric. Whenever we get too much rain too fast, I've got to boil water for a couple of days.
And, when the megavolcano blows in Yellowstone, it won't matter much.
yes Fatman I truly believe we will have an interesting future as the infrastructure breaks down and disasters strike. What is your opinion of using private security contractors like Blackwater USA to patrol American cities?
Quote: yes Fatman I truly believe we will have an interesting future as the infrastructure breaks down and disasters strike. What is your opinion of using private security contractors like Blackwater USA to patrol American cities?
Doesn't seem to be a much of a problem unless you're an innocent civilian.
I cleaned up a bit today. My younger male cat, Snowball of X to the Minus One, seems to have sprayed my favorite luggage bag so I had to use Odor Mute to kill the smell. As always, it worked quite well.
My landlord's relative should be looking after my cats while I'm away. He's very nice. I think he's probably gay. He looked after them when I was in the hospital.
I was on my way to PathMark to get a couple disposable litter boxes. I was waiting for the light to change under the overpass when someone flipped a lit cigarette out the driver's seat and it bounced off my right arm as I tried to moved to protect my body.
At first I had no idea what it was. I just was trying to evade it since it was lit and sparky.
I don't think he's pissed about his name that much. He answers to Snowy. He's all black ... thus the inverse "snowball" function. His daddy's name is George David Clyde.
Snowy was likely frustrated by the fact the I went into the hospital unexpectedly, thus his litter was not clean enough for him until it was changed two days later. He is a very clean cat and never uses his box to pee more than once.
Snowy is a little vengeful thing. So, he may have done it out of spite since he does not like when I'm not at home.
Not only did I not need the "extension" for the seatbelt, there were a few inches to spare!
Upon arriving home, I was greeted by 3 of 4 of "the pride". Sadly I believe that the elder female's life force is winding down. She was not in her "favorite" places. She did not respond when called. It took me quite some time to find her. I started to think she had passed. She wasn't all to responsive once I found her. I petted her for a while. She purred softly but showed no interest in moving. I let her stay where she was.
After a long while she worked her way to the living room - she's completely blind with cataracts so it takes her a bit of time to find her way. Once she made it to the futon, her son Snowy rubbed heads with her and she allowed him to clean out her ears.
Both are odd since he mostly likes to torment the females, and she lashes out anytime he's anywhere near her. I think they know time is winding down as well.
She is quite thin and frail. She has been losing weight ever since she lost her vision.
She has her own place atop the left corner of the futon [which is almost always in the "couch" position"]. She enjoys sleeping there next to my head. In the morning when she wants to be petted, she waits until I slightly stir and then places her clammy paw on my face and slowly and carefully extends her claws to get my attention. It is quite annoying.
I find "Casino Indians" much more affable than "Slurpee Indians". Many "Slurpee Indians" have quite the attitude. I've never met a "Casino Indian" with an attitude let alone a bitter one.
It surprises me how few "Casino Indians" deeply hate whites ... think about it ... the "Code Talkers" fought for the country that stripped them of land, history and culture. Wow.
But, I find native "Slurpee Indians" far more attractive than full-blooded "Casino Indians". "Casino Indians" seem be be cursed with terrible pitted, pot-holed skin. Bad acne, I guess.
There's a cute little chubby girl born in Bangladesh who likes Jewish guys I might try to induce to hang with me for a couple of drinks. I think she's about 34 now.
She was abandoned at birth and adopted by a Canadian doctor while in Bangladesh. She grew up in Toronto. Her adoptive mom is American. I know more about Bangladesh than she does.
She worked briefly with me in 2000. She is likely alcoholic - she drinks far too much - so she is "easier" than most.
Is that the only connection? That isn't much to work with is it?
We've been in intermittant contact since. We used to play "trivia" every Wed at a bar in NY in 2003-4. We've gone drinking many times. I haven't seen her at all since mid-2004 when I completely fell apart.
Talked to her a couple of months ago, and she wants to hang out when I'm feeling up to it.
I doubt I have any real chance. I may lamely attempt. But, probably not.
haha that cat's expression says..."why do i have to be owned by such a geek"
I disagree.
The cat appears to be leaning into its provider of food and cleaner of its litter box, perhaps purring, and happy to be wearing equivalent tinfoil hats
Perhaps, those same tinfoil hats momentarily provided a short interspecies brain-connection where mutual appreciation of a substantial Ginger Lynn '80s porn collection was acknowledged.
Or, kitty nibbled at some of Fatty's restabilization pills...
She's an alcoholic-Bangladeshi. Nothing happened to her, as far as I know. I just added another unrealistic entity with complicating factors to "the cast".
In Feb 1974 my house caught fire from bad aluminium wiring - which has since been banned by building code.
I still remember watching the volunteer firefighters risking their lives to same what was left of our house. Thanks again, guys!!!
I still smile when I think of the wirey guy who dove to catch my darting pregnant tabby "Friskies Buffet" when she tried to run back into the burning house and how she peed on him as he brought her to my sister. [she gave birth a day or two later - the cat - not my sister.].
I still wonder about the fact that everything in my grandmother's room was destroyed except for her pictures. That drawer somehow has left untouched.
I still wish pain upon the people that robbed our few remaining possessions from the smoldering husk of a house.
I still cannot imagine the panic my dad felt when he arrived home from work in the dark to an empty fire-damaged house with no family there and no one to tell him we were all o.k.
I still dread the instant memory tag I get anytime I smell a fire. It throws me right into the depths of depression.
I still question if I hadn't gone through the fire, and if it hadn't triggered off the start of my bi-polar, who I might be today?
Yeah, but the Brits gave us the terms "wanker" and "bullocks", so they're cool in my book...except for all of the oppressing of my Scottish and Irish ancestors, but hey, let bygones be bygones.
In response to Mr. YellowFlower's wardrobe advice, I have decided to respond here.
Casually for shopping, errands, etc., I wear mostly sweats and colored t-shirts.
Since I have been going to therapy daily, I've been wearing jeans with buttondown shirts.
My preferred dress is what I call "work casual": khakis and buttondown shirts.
Most of pants are Levis brand. Most of my buttondowns are JA Bank, Polo or the like.
Even when I worked, I rarely had to dress.
I own no sports jacket at the moment. I don't like them.
My suits are tailor-made - stunning and impressive. They were made by a local of some renowned named Vihan. I get compliments every time I wear his suits. This is extremely impressive since many of you would feel it more accurate to refer to these suits as tents.
Vihan makes these quite impressive one-of-a-kind silk tie/handkerchief sets. I owned quite a few of these. Several were ruined when the ceiling of the small bedroom caved in during a rather violent Nor'easter.
My dress shirts are JA Bank or custom-made.
My shoes are shit. I fail to take proper care of really good ones, so I don't buy them. For me, I prefer comfort over style. So if I happen to find a comfortable shoe whose style appeals to me at a bargain, I get as many pairs of that style in that size as I can.
I only like black shoes.
My socks are from Costco [gold-toe]. I rarely wear underwear, but when I do it briefs [FotL or Casual Man's brand].
I only wear belts for formal occasions since I have a "belt phobia". When I was younger and got into many bar-type fights, I used to use opponent's belt as a handle to throw/control him. So, I would fear the same done to me. Now, it is an irrational fear since I haven't fought in years and years.
At the end of January, I had my hair cut and my beard removed after about 2 years or so of growth, I think.
My hair is cut fairly short now. I am clean-shaven.
My lawyer tells me she got disciplined for giving false statements to the police - just a "memo" in her file, but it's something.
What would my balls get tangled up with??
They get squashed in briefs, and boxers makes me feel like I've got two pairs of pants on - I don't like that. I find that they itch less when "set free".
You just have to make sure you zip up or it could be a felony.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 10/24/0707:07 PM
Quote: When I was younger and got into many bar-type fights
Fatman, I'm having a hard time picturing you getting into bar fights. Care to elaborate?
If I get brave I'll post a couple of pictures of me with my various Fu-Man-Chus, etc.
I was quite scary. I still can be. I have a booming scary voice and a psychotic death-stare.
I would beat up townies who came into our parties and anyone who molested our whores ... I mean our fair virtuous ladies!! Or correct any radical male bully behavior. Though most of it was of the "save a ho' from some asshole drunken bully" variety.
I liked hurting bad men. Correct that. I LOVED hurting bad men.
Little in my Unhappy Life has been as satisfying as hearing the crack of a bully's collarbone against a door post, the feel of it giving way, his surprised cries of pain & anguish, and that wide-eyed look of impending helplessness.
Quote: any real Jew would have taken that as a challenge to move forward and defeat any obsticle. - Scott Fayner on Luke Ford
This rings quite true for me ...
Among the "benefits" I find in being raised Jew are:
* I am unfazed if I am against the tide of opinion - my whole religion is against the tide of common opinion.
* Since I am almost always in the minority, I am open to and value minority opinions. [Talmud study]
* I was taught to question authority. You want me to do/believe something, convince me. [Talmud study again]
* I believe that my moral code is something I have elected to live my and applies only to ME and should not be forced upon others. [In Judaism Jews have 613 "commandments to fulfill. We believe NON-JEWS HAVE ONLY 7!]
And, thus I believe that there are many paths equally as viable and valuable as my own.
You don't really have time to bond with people in college because your studying or working. - Sergio/Chico
I bonded very closely with people in college. Part of that bonding was through studying. I was best man for 2 guys I used to tutor/study with in college and I tutored "psych stat" for one of my other friends who is a dean of a SUNY college.
I didn't do any real "working" while I was in college.
I graded 2nd year calculus and intro prob/stat homework for the dept head [min wage, like $3/hour or less for 40 hours/month].
I typed papers [pre-PCs, obviously] [pizza & six for a paper ~$8-10 - I also corrected spelling and grammar]
I sold completed Fortran and COBOL programs. [$15-50]
I ref-ed HS football and intramurals. [HS I forget - not much, IM $3/game]
I also lucked out into selling many 1 oz silver ingots I bought at $5-7 for up to $35 when silver went absolutely FUCKING CRAZY!!
I was much in demand for tutoring computer programming [mostly COBOL]. Most of it I did for girls for free.
I also did all kinds of math tutoring and physics [which was my major for 3 years].
My REAL $$$$ I made $15-20/hour tutoring high school math in 1981-3 - which was prohibitive at the time. One of my students went from a 440 to 690 math on the SATs!! I only took 2 students per semester.
I'm thinking about becoming an inner-city math teacher when I get better if I can.
Just out of curiousity, using IAFD, of the pornstars whose scenes I currently collect or have collected for any reason at some in the recent past ... these are the ones with whom our friend Christian XXX has worked ...
Angel Long Annette Schwarz Ava Vincent Cali Marie Cherish Courtney Simpson Jezebelle Bond Mia Rose Monique Alexander Nicole Sheridan Sasha Grey Sunny Lane T.J. Hart Teagan Presley
Alana Evans Anastasia Blue Angel Long Anna Belle Annette Schwarz Ashley Long Austin O'Riley Ava Rose Bree Olson Briana Banks Britney Madison Cailey Taylor Cherry Poppens Courtney Simpson Dani Woodward Fallon Sommers Felix Vicious Flick Shagwell Gauge Hailey Young Holly Wellin Kelli Tyler Kelly Wells Krysta-Lynn Lovely Lea De Mae Leah Luv Molly Rome Monica Sweetheart Patricia Petite Sasha Grey Sierra Sinn Sunny Lane T.J. Hart
How interesting. I say schedule. Some people like to request that I repeat "can't" because mine sounds like "KANT". And I can't tell you how many times I've had to explain what I mean by saying "waTer" instead of "wadder". I have to say American men seem the most intimidated by my accent because chicks seem to find it curious.
Anastasia was a good fucking whore. Not the most beautiful by conventional standards, but cute enough and you got the impression the whore was down for anything.
Give it to the Make a Wish foundation so a couple of kids can have a final dream hurrah before a cruel God takes them from this plane way too soon?
Give it to Red Cross to help with the painfully slow Katrina recovery effort?
Give it to SOS Children to help treat and house African AIDS orphans.
Go the old fashion yet still highly commendable route and donate it to anyone of the hundreds of cancer charities?
Or should I give it to a derelict meatpuppet who played a role in killing a child and maiming the child's mother so his lawyers can do everything in their power to get him back on the streets?
------ Random on donating to the 'Pirate Defense Fund'
I donated a bunch of stuff to Katrina.
I support Breast Cancer research since I think of it as a male equililent of losing part of your dick, and I like breasts.
Otherwise, if I don't know/like/care about the person I'm helping out, I generally don't give money/help.
LOVE is a vivid finely woven quilt Which barely covers up a scabby, ever festering wound.
LOVE shines an array of brilliant colors To distract the eye from The bottomless, blank, bleak, blackness beneath.
Love is Blindness for the traps of Reality. Love is Apology for the Scars of the Past. Love is Denial of the Scars of the Future. Love is the Malady of Hope in the face of Total Defeat.
Love is Danger. Love is Pain. Love is a Curse. Love is a Poison.
... which is why the cops/firemen used to come here every week or so when no one would see me going in or out ... "Cats Feast on Dead Owner" ... no one wants to deal with that kind of headline ...
The only people who will remember your passing will be the 8 to 10 guys who knock down the front of your apartment so they can arduously remove your body in a piano crate. The cats will forget about you long before they start feasting on your corpse or urinating and defecating on you precious belongings.
I weigh under 300lbs. It should likely take 2 - and no way more than 4 - of North Hudson's Bravest to carry me out. Those guys are fairly fit.
The cats can't get to my belongings. They are in the "treasure room" and they have no ability to unlock the door ... and even if it weren't locked, the cats aren't very bright ... you know how that can be ...
The main issue with finding me would be which foul odor would get the authorities to come first:
* The stench of my rotting corpse. * The stench of unchanged litter boxes.
Quote: but wait, I thought all your porn was pirated for free?
Partially true. I don't buy porn anymore. I let the Universe leak its porn abundance onto my DVD burner - like the Casey Parker "used backdoor" DVD I found out about 2 weeks ago.
But, I had spent at least a couple of grand on porn since 1993. I have sold some off in the past on eBay and I plan to sell ALL my original videos [and DVDs] this spring after I FINALLY get around to backing them up to DVD.
A few months before I arrived at XPT, I accidently uncovered the method of "porn liberation". It was during a search for the "Casting Couch" scene with Cherish & Cali Marie. I had just "discovered" them on TheHun.com. I NEEDED to see the scene. By on-line chat I was informed by CastingCouchTeens.com that THE Twins would only "stream" even if I purchased a full membership - which had been my intention since they also had the TeenyBopperClub scene.
Ordering the disk wasn't of interest to me since I wanted to see them NOW!! In search for them on another pay site, I found them on another site with a better price.
I then made a pledge to Providence and focused my OCD on gathering all of Earth's porn into one grand library for the betterment of all pervert-kind.
Prior to that I had purchased a vast porn library which was augmented by being bequeathed the collections of many a man on his way to the porn desert of marriage.
Except for Tanya Harding's Wedding and a Jacqueline Lovell tape, I never bought a video until it made its way into the "$9.99 or less" bin - about 6 months to a year after it was a "new release" and sold full price. I can wait. It doesn't lose its "hotness" if I don't see it the day its released.
I bought many lots of "pre-viewed" porn from the small video rental shops that used to be around when they were looking to recycle stock on the cheap.
I also low bid on many eBay auctions for large tape lots where I could get the tapes for under a $1 each. [I "won" only 3 of these since I just try to win with my low bid].
I've actually resold many of these at a small [VERY SMALL!] profit since I do better at "selling" the attributes of the tapes than those I bought them from.
I bought many real amateur vids from eBay, NebraskaCoeds, ForbiddenVideo, etc., in 2000-2002. I sold the "lot" of these for a substantial profit to a Iranian saffron importer who only likes one-of-a-kind amateurs ... but I still have my "archive" backups ...
Once I went to DVD, I mostly purchased lots since I like the surprise of not knowing what/who might be on the disk ALONG WITH the price. I especially like DVD samplers since you usually get 4 full scenes of different variety along with the title sequence [and girl IDs] from several different movies.
This is the way I found several of my favorites like Anastasia Blue, Lexi Mathews, Monica Sweetheart ... I "discovered" Madison Monroe in scenes from "Cheerleader Swap & Swallow" and "Little White Slave Girls" BOTH on the same sample disk!!
The downside is that you WILL get disks you have no interest in. For me this includes asian porn, Big Butt Latinas or anything specializing in more than 1 penis in a woman's butt or vagina.
Did Fatman eat himself into a coma? Is he wedged in a door frame somewhere in New York, unable to get free? Did he go the way of Chico, Haley and Danny? If anyone actually gives a shit about him, now might be the time to start worrying.
In truth, in the 90s I owned a cheap Santa suit. I got it from one of the many struggling costumers in the Theatre District. I opted for purchase since it was actually cheaper than renting a good one. It even came with these slip on things to make your shoes look like boots!! The only thing I splurged on was the hair and beard.
I used to wear it in the AG's office for the holiday parties.
My cats wouldn't be patient enough to wear anything. They don't even have collars.
I tried not to sit too often in the suit. The clerical women of the office used to want to sit on Santa's lap. Many of them out weighed me.
Quote: Upon arriving home, I was greeted by 3 of 4 of "the pride". Sadly I believe that the elder female's life force is winding down. She was not in her "favorite" places. She did not respond when called. It took me quite some time to find her. I started to think she had passed. She wasn't all to responsive once I found her. I petted her for a while. She purred softly but showed no interest in moving. I let her stay where she was.
After a long while she worked her way to the living room - she's completely blind with cataracts so it takes her a bit of time to find her way. Once she made it to the futon, her son Snowy rubbed heads with her and she allowed him to clean out her ears.
Both are odd since he mostly likes to torment the females, and she lashes out anytime he's anywhere near her. I think they know time is winding down as well.
She is quite thin and frail. She has been losing weight ever since she lost her vision.
She has her own place atop the left corner of the futon [which is almost always in the "couch" position"]. She enjoys sleeping there next to my head. In the morning when she wants to be petted, she waits until I slightly stir and then places her clammy paw on my face and slowly and carefully extends her claws to get my attention. It is quite annoying.
I'll miss her when she dies.
I will cry for days ....
At approximately 3:15PM EST Friday December 28th, the loving gentle short-haired domestic cat known as Calicoco was euthanised at Animal Infirmary of Hoboken after suffering a stroke that left her partially paralyzed the evening before.
She was 15 3/4 years old.
She did not cry even once in her struggle against her paralysis. She did not even vocally protest her removal from her apartment or cry during the car ride to the vet. It was only her 3rd time out of apartment since she arrived with her brother at 8 weeks old in early 1992.
She was clearly resigned to her fate. She was heard purring as she died.
She is survived by her brother George David Clyde, her son Snowball of X to the minus 1, her daughter The Grey Girl and a crying fat guy who is grateful for the extra 2 1/2 months he had with her since he saw her turn downhill.
Quote: It was only her 3rd time out of apartment since she arrived with her brother at 8 weeks old in early 1992.
ummmm weren't you taking her to the Vets?
Absolutely not.
I think that they are rip-off artists. And, an indoor cat is often exposed to illnesses at a vet that s/he would never be near if left in isolation. Plus, since all but the grey one have epilepsy, it can stress them into a grand-mal.
They go to the vet if they are sick. She and her daughter have never been sick, so their vet visits had been limited to their spaying and check-up afterwards.
The males intermittently have urinary problems and have been to the vet several times to address blockages, etc.
okay...fair enough. i admit i am kind of new to cat ownership having won custody of one i shared with a live-in girlfriend a few years back. I keep getting postcards from my vet about getting a feline leukemia booster or whatnot for the last year and was feeling bad for blowing it off. i assumed they were like cars and oil changes or something.
i adore this cat tho and can totally understand your loss.
I'm not much of a Hannukah person. It isn't a biblical holiday, and I tend to believe that the victory over the Seleucid Greeks led us Jews to be a bit to rash and hasty with the Romans in both "Jewish Wars/Revolts".
For the most part in my family Hannukah is for the kids.
With that said I did set to "dedicate" myself to working on getting stronger this year. [Hannukah means Dedication ... I have NO IDEA what ASSHOLE came up with translating it to "Festival of Lights"].
okay...fair enough. i admit i am kind of new to cat ownership having won custody of one i shared with a live-in girlfriend a few years back. I keep getting postcards from my vet about getting a feline leukemia booster or whatnot for the last year and was feeling bad for blowing it off. i assumed they were like cars and oil changes or something.
i adore this cat tho and can totally understand your loss.
Take what I say with proper grains of salt.
My sister LIVES at the vet. She originally adopted Calicoco and GD Clyde as partners for her rescued cat Mario but he was TERRIFIED of the kittens, so "Peaches & Cream" [their names at birth] passed to me by "royal" decree.
[My sister is NOT a JAP. She's a JAE. Jewish American Empress. Though she's younger than I, she is the ONLY PERSON on the entire planet I FEAR.]
She was LIVID that I passed on the feline leukemia stuff. I think she takes her current cat duo to the vet semi-annually.
My view: If the cat is going to be exposed to other cats, it has to be protected from contagious diseases. Mine aren't even exposed much to other humans.
Been working on my book ... but so far I think it sucks .. sucks BAD ... the dyke that's looking it over for my "partner" says it "reminds me of James Joyce". I think that was supposed to be a compliment, but I never cared for Joyce.
My mom backed out on a friend and didn't go to Kravits Center in West Palm. The friend died in a car accident when some bimbalee latina rammed into their car "driving while cellphoning".
They made her friend 86 when she was 76. I think that might have made her angrier than being killed.
It seems that my stepdad likely has pancreatic cancer. He's going for more tests. He's afraid of dying. Honestly, I'm sure he never thought about the fact he was going to die until a week or so ago. That's so odd to me.
My landlord told me today that she's not increasing my rent until I'm doing better. That was a welcomed surprise. She's been very nice to me lately. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such nice treatment. She did try to evict me in 2005. Maybe it was because I was a complete dick in 2005.
I've regrown my beard, but I'm going to shave it off on Tuesday, I think.
I've been thinking alot about a girl I used to know that I completely blew it with. God, I'm an idiot.
I haven't downloaded any porn in over a month. I'm totally bored with porn at the moment.
I seem to watch the last drive from the Super Bowl on Tivo every day. I haven't rewatched Mike'd Up though. Next month I might get around to burning the episodes of "The War" I tivo-ed a while back. I also have the film "Bully" to re-watch. I have a thing for Bijou Phillips.
Basically, I'm just looking forward to the baseball season.
I'm a Met fan, but I think that it's going to be a rough year for my Mets. Too many old men ... Alou, Wagner, Pedro ... PLUS No backup for Delgado whose clearly broken down.
Such it the life of the Met fan ... always looking on the downside ...
Whats with the Weehawkin shit lately..? New Jersey sucks. When you feel the need to talk about New Jersey.. Lie and change it to Manhattan. Then someone might care.
Quote: I'm a Met fan, but I think that it's going to be a rough year for my Mets. Too many old men ... Alou, Wagner, Pedro ... PLUS No backup for Delgado whose clearly broken down.
Such it the life of the Met fan ... always looking on the downside ...
Delgado is clearly showing his age, great talent but his best years are behind him. Actually I think the Mets have a better chance than the Yanks. Randolph better take it up a notch or two - he could be gone if they flop again.
In March 1609, Henry Hudson landed in Weehawken in his boat, the Half Moon.
Some say Weehawken was derived from a Delaware Indian word meaning the "rocks that look like a trees". I think they were smoking that stuff Ceara keeps in her rear jeans pocket.
I lived in Weehawken (no kidding). Right off Blvd East. The township must have a high concentration of Pervs. I thought Micki Lynn was from Bellville, nearer to Newark (oh, God) than Weehawken or Union City, the epicenter of Fatman Activity.
Fatman, were you the dude on Palisade Avenue and 22nd waiting for the NJT bus to the PortAuthority last week? Walk a few blocks and take a gypsy minibus ok? It will do your heart good.
Quote: I lived in Weehawken (no kidding). Right off Blvd East. The township must have a high concentration of Pervs. I thought Micki Lynn was from Bellville, nearer to Newark (oh, God) than Weehawken or Union City, the epicenter of Fatman Activity.
Fatman, were you the dude on Palisade Avenue and 22nd waiting for the NJT bus to the PortAuthority last week? Walk a few blocks and take a gypsy minibus ok? It will do your heart good.
I don't know where Micki lived as a teen. I just remember her saying she went to Weehawken High. That doesn't mean it was the truth. But, it's funny because I moved to Weehawken FROM Belleville ... right on the border with Nutley. My brother and I used to get harassed by the Belleville and Nutley Police during our long walks. They would think we were blacks walking north from Newark since we were both wearing hooded sweatshirts.
I never wait at Palisades & Highpoint for the 123. It doesn't run often enough. [btw, 22nd is an evil name conjured up by those darn Democrats in Union City!!].
I catch the NJT buses at Pleasant Ave along side 495 where about 15 different buses have their last stop in NJ. When I don't have a montly pass, I often have taken the mini-buses - they're cheaper. In the mornings they'll pick you up along Hackensack Plank Road [32nd St] on their way to "the back door" to the Lincoln Tunnel ... which is nice when it's raining.
RE: The "Barnyard" vs. Columbia discussion in Spitzer's thread:
There was a blue-eyed blonde yid cutie who worked for an internet company I was with who graduated from "Barnyard" who would tell me she went to Columbia. Guys use to call her "widebutt" because of her ample buttocks ... and it was a play on her last name.
She was one of those "sweet" innocent-type girls who liked "stuffies" and would dress as a princess at Halloween. One day while riding up the manual freight elevator I told my assistant - who was a good friend of hers - how adorable I thought "widebutt" was. She decided in a fit of bitchy Czech jealousy to bury my illusions by telling me how much "widebutt" liked to take it up the ass.
It was quite a shocker. The name "Widebutt" now had more meaning than ever - and due to some fat guy's blabbings - became a more universally used nickname for her.
I think she married some sheygets from Carnegie-Mellon and moved with him to Canada.
Quote: I lived in Weehawken (no kidding). Right off Blvd East. The township must have a high concentration of Pervs. I thought Micki Lynn was from Bellville, nearer to Newark (oh, God) than Weehawken or Union City, the epicenter of Fatman Activity.
Fatman, were you the dude on Palisade Avenue and 22nd waiting for the NJT bus to the PortAuthority last week? Walk a few blocks and take a gypsy minibus ok? It will do your heart good.
I don't know where Micki lived as a teen. I just remember her saying she went to Weehawken High. That doesn't mean it was the truth. But, it's funny because I moved to Weehawken FROM Belleville ... right on the border with Nutley. My brother and I used to get harassed by the Belleville and Nutley Police during our long walks. They would think we were blacks walking north from Newark since we were both wearing hooded sweatshirts.
I never wait at Palisades & Highpoint for the 123. It doesn't run often enough. [btw, 22nd is an evil name conjured up by those darn Democrats in Union City!!].
I catch the NJT buses at Pleasant Ave along side 495 where about 15 different buses have their last stop in NJ. When I don't have a montly pass, I often have taken the mini-buses - they're cheaper. In the mornings they'll pick you up along Hackensack Plank Road [32nd St] on their way to "the back door" to the Lincoln Tunnel ... which is nice when it's raining.
Freak! I guess we were neighbors. I saw Micky Lynn at the triple treat theater at 42nd and 8th once (long ago obviously). This was before Guiliani made Times Square safe for Middle America. What a show! Dildos and all. I think the cops raided the place once in a while if things got too freaky. The Triple Treat deteriorated rapidly. The last time I went there in '94 or so the dancers were black crack ho's (not that white ones would have been snazzier). It was bad. I bailed after 10 min.
Yeah, the 123 did not run often. You were better huffing it to the 495 junction and waiting 2 minutes to take the next NJT or mini.
I'm in a foul mood lately. Since I don't want to be annoyed, I've had the ringers on my phones off, and I'm getting alot of crap about not returning my voice mail.
I've decided to abuse the features that come with my cable phone line. So I turned my voice mail off, and forwarded my phone to a busy pizza parlor in Chicago that fucked up my pizza order back in 1990 during my trip to see Comiskey Park before they closed it.
I'm avoiding going to my step-mom's birthday bash scheduled for tomorrow. My sister is going to be there. She was pretty good to me the last time I saw her. But, she can be a supreme bitch ... and then I'm liable to make pointed, mean sarcastic comments which she may rightly interpret as being derisive of her ... at which time she transforms from a petite, pretty thing acting all nice-nice into a irate, voracious velociraptor who rips the heads off my step-sisters.
Quote: you've carried the anger at that indignity almost 20 years.
That's nothing.
A couple of dozen years ago, I thought I was in some whore's ass and came.
Now, ranathaniston has inherited my math skills (alas not my verbal skills) and is leaching off that same girl's good heart (and accommodating asshole) by calling her "Mom" and calling her for "textbook money" every time there's a significant upset in the sports world.
Went out to dinner for my step-mom's 60th to a fine Italian restaurant called La Parma in Albertson, LI [in fairness some people call it Williston Park]. While I had never been there, I had only heard good things about it and had passed it countless times on my way to Mineola down Willis Ave.
We had to get there a bit early since they don't take reservations and we had a party of 10 to sit. They sit parties of 10-12 in a square which I much prefer to the long rectangle. Part of their reasoning for this seating is due to the fact that it's "family style" with everyone eligible to the large portions, so there is plenty of room for serving plates.
For appetizers we got an order of stuffed mushrooms and two orders of some fried breaded item I didn't care for. There was lots of that left over. My sister talked me into the last stuffed mushroom. We also got two house salads ... which in my family is complicated ... onions on the side, tomatoes on the side, dressing on the side.
For entrees we got 1 1/2 orders of Penne ala Vodka as the pasta and then 1 order of Chicken Parmigiana [my sister's favorite], 1 order of Eggplant Parmigiana [my step-grandmother can't have meat or seafood], 1 1/2 orders of Seafood Marinara.
In addition we got 1 order of the escarole and my younger step-sister made an order of steamed spinach.
My sister was not happy with the order since she was convinced that this was too much food for 9 people and an small kid, but the waiter won out. My sister was right. In hindsight, we only needed 1 order each of everything but the salad and would have been better off ordering more later if it had been needed.
I had some penne, a small piece of the chicken cutlet and quite a bit of the seafood marinara - mostly squid and octopus with almost no shrimp in the dish. I didn't get any shrimp. The sauce was amazing.
I went to town on the escarole - I just love the stuff when it's done right and I love the garlic. I dug out a few toasted cloves. The spinach was bland, but once mixed into the seafood marinara, it was delicious.
For dessert, my step-mom got a slice of some kind of chocolate cake which everyone had a piece of. Yes, they did the candle in the cake and sang happy birthday.
My younger step-sister had this candied-ice cream dish I never heard of and can't remember. It was a bit too sweet for me. I ordered the italian cheese cake which is made with ricotta cheese as opposed to New York cheese cake which I think is made from cream cheese. In any case, they are very different. My step-mom had something called "Mount Vesuvius" which seemed to be a warm fudge brownie covered in ice cream in the shape of a mountain.
My step-sister & her new husband shared her dish with the table. Only they took a taste of my cheese cake which I offered around - it seems the other only like "NY style". The remaining participants devoured the chocolate cake slice and "Mount Vesuvius". My dad hogged whatever he got. No one was getting a taste of that.
Tasting other's desserts here seems to be expected as many many forks were provided for such activity.
The decaf coffee was awful.
The oddest thing my drink. Since I got there before most of our party, I had a bourbon. Their "version" of a straight bourbon was to put 2+ shots in a martini glass with a FUCKING CHERRY in it. I've never heard of anything like that. I found it quite odd.
I had the bourbon and two glasses of red wine over about 2 hours. Since I rarely drink - I don't think I'm suppose to with my meds anyway - I became ever so slightly tipsy.
Sounds great. Just one question: How'd y'all split the tab and who actually did the math? I'm guessing the sister who was worried about the excess food, using a small calculator she carries in her purse.
Quote: Sounds great. Just one question: How'd y'all split the tab and who actually did the math? I'm guessing the sister who was worried about the excess food, using a small calculator she carries in her purse.
Isn't much of an issue in my family. There's never been anything close to a disagreement. Usually the person arranging the dinner pays. In this instance, my Dad paid.
In any case, my sister doesn't have ANY money worries, anyway. She isn't cheap, and can be beyond generous when she's motivated, but it best be her choice to pay.
She's a very successfully Wall Street person. She buys new furniture for her eastside Manhattan condo [with riverview] every 7-8 months. She pays a few hundred a month to park her luxury sportscar in her building she only occassionally uses on the weekends. She won't take the subway or city bus. She will sometimes walk to her job, but usually takes a cab every day to and from her Park office. She never cooks - eats out every day. She loves designer clothes. She has a HUGE designer bag collection. Shoes? Imagine "Carrie" from "Sex & the City" on an unlimited budget. And, she lives to scuba dive.
She's also a BITCH supreme which has left her very unhappy person since none of her relationships work out. She just broke up with an English guy she met from work who - SURPRISE! - turned out to be a psycho. She is very good at choosing psychos.
As for the food: My sister hates food waste, rolls her eyes when my stepmom has the excess wrapped to take home and ABHORS the idea of all of us heavy people taking more than we need just to finish the dishes. My sister is fit and thin. My dad & I are obese, my stepmom is heavy and my stepsisters are on their way. Fat repulses my sister.
Not even close. Just two bottles of wine for the table ... and my stepmom had one "re-corked" so she could take it home and finish over the week.
No drinkers in the family.
If you visit either my mom or dad and plan to drink, you better "bring your own". If somehow you get a beer from them, no telling how old that is.
Outside of my stepdad's amaretto, my mom doesn't even have any hard alcohol in her house. My dad still has a couple of unopened bourbon bottles he got a gifts when he was a broker. He moved to computers in 1967.
I mean girls I see every day. Girls who aren't just net personalities. Girls who aren't naked with other men's cocks in their orifices ... at least not when I see them.
It's actually unnerving.
This afternoon I added a third lovely to my crush list. A brunette to go with a blonde and a redhead. Two I know from therapy. One I used to work with. Each is very different.
The zaftig blonde doesn't like me; doesn't like me one bit. The gentle redhead's eyes appear to lock on me whenever I talk. I have no idea what goes on in the mind of the wild brunette when it comes to me; I never did.
The second thing she says in her IM is that she broke up with her boyfriend. Why does she always seem to reach out to me when this happens?
And, then I surprise myself.
I actually accept an invitation to go for drinks with the brunette on Friday. DRINKS. I console myself with the 50% probability she cancels or changes it. Her life is always in flux. God knows what's she's doing tomorrow let alone the unknown distant murky future that is Friday. And, if something's going to get bumped, I'm sure I'm "on the bubble".
Might my heart, the one I'm sure is long-since dead, be stirring? Please, no. No.
Like an addict, might I begin to draw near the pleasurable thing that I know destroys me? I fear, yes. Yes.
And, my brain runs wild with ruminations. Few that protect me.
I think about how she sometimes would stand too close to me when she was a baby; all of 21. How she would manage to press her firm perfect breast against my triceps to look over what I was reading. How she would find flaw with other co-workers I casually mentioned as attractive. How she would pout about someone writing her a poem when she read those I lovingly composed for others.
And, then there was the time she showed me her photo art with her right boob the primary subject. Like I needed a boner at 8:30 in the morning.
Was there something there?
Is she just wild and overly friendly?
Does she just like to flirt and live for attention?
Maybe she has a deceptive agenda.
Drawing me close only to concentrate on her taxes.
Maybe I'm the deceiver. Deceiving myself.
I am so NOT good at reading this.
Ugh!
Posting Mia & Lexi pics is SO much easier ........
Edited/Reworked the above "Crush" revelation to be able to read it in "Writing Therapy" today. For example, left out the girls from therapy - one of whom attended, references to "perfect breasts", "boners" and anything else they call "Triggering".
In any case, it was greeted with enthusiasm and received universal raves.
The reason I'm talking about it: The reaction from the zaftig blonde who until I finished reading this had nothing for me but complete disdain. For the first time in the month she's been there, she smiled at me and made direct eye contact. Her eyes are a light sky blue.
She found me to be "such a romantic", brave to reveal such personaal things, and she couldn't get over someone a generation older using the word "Crush". "I really like that!" At this last admission, she lit up and blushed slightly. I held the eye contact and nodded my appreciation.
I was never much of a 45 buyer. I used to buy albums. I think the only 3 I have left are "The Streak", "Kung Fu Fighting" and one with "Allison" & "Watching the Detectives" that came as a bonus with Elvis Costello's "Armed Forces".
IIRC, This last one might actually play at 33 but is 45 in size.
I actually have more yellow plastic inserts for 45s than 45s.
I have a small 78s. It was made in one of those booths where you could record yourself back before people had tape recorders. My parents made the disc on a date.
Quote: Edited/Reworked the above "Crush" revelation to be able to read it in "Writing Therapy" today. For example, left out the girls from therapy - one of whom attended, references to "perfect breasts", "boners" and anything else they call "Triggering".
In any case, it was greeted with enthusiasm and received universal raves.
The reason I'm talking about it: The reaction from the zaftig blonde who until I finished reading this had nothing for me but complete disdain. For the first time in the month she's been there, she smiled at me and made direct eye contact. Her eyes are a light sky blue.
She found me to be "such a romantic", brave to reveal such personaal things, and she couldn't get over someone a generation older using the word "Crush". "I really like that!" At this last admission, she lit up and blushed slightly. I held the eye contact and nodded my appreciation.
Quote: Edited/Reworked the above "Crush" revelation to be able to read it in "Writing Therapy" today. For example, left out the girls from therapy - one of whom attended, references to "perfect breasts", "boners" and anything else they call "Triggering".
In any case, it was greeted with enthusiasm and received universal raves.
The reason I'm talking about it: The reaction from the zaftig blonde who until I finished reading this had nothing for me but complete disdain. For the first time in the month she's been there, she smiled at me and made direct eye contact. Her eyes are a light sky blue.
She found me to be "such a romantic", brave to reveal such personaal things, and she couldn't get over someone a generation older using the word "Crush". "I really like that!" At this last admission, she lit up and blushed slightly. I held the eye contact and nodded my appreciation.
You're dangerously close to out-burging Burg.
Burg writes better than I. So, I'll take that as a compliment.
Quote: Bornyo's inheritance got me thinking about 45s.
I was never much of a 45 buyer. I used to buy albums. I think the only 3 I have left are "The Streak", "Kung Fu Fighting" and one with "Allison" & "Watching the Detectives" that came as a bonus with Elvis Costello's "Armed Forces".
IIRC, This last one might actually play at 33 but is 45 in size.
I actually have more yellow plastic inserts for 45s than 45s.
I have a small 78s. It was made in one of those booths where you could record yourself back before people had tape recorders. My parents made the disc on a date.
Heh... I knew I was right on with the Gordon Lightfoot reference. Go yuO!
Quote: Fatman, please post a picture of your sister when she was young and naughty. I am strangely drawn to petite bitchy Jewesses with blue laser beam eyes.
Besides, I'm convinced that posting pictures of your family would be good for your therapy.
It's too bad I don't have the guts, because she is stunning. My mom has a digital pic of her in a bikini from a year or two ago, and frankly she still looked fantastic.
BUT ...
She's finally talking to me after 9 nine years of brutal animosity.
She's a feminist prude who HATES porn. If it were within her power, she would wipe Earth clean of porn and execute every porn producer.
She actually hates movie nudity, too. She would find her likeness being posted on a porn site profoundly offensive and beyond forgiveness.
She hates Playboy. If she actually knew something like Gag Factor existed ... and then that her pic was on a site "built on selling the crushed souls of Gag Factor victims" ... Yikes.
That's the real reason I won't even considering posting her pic. She's the only person on the planet - male or female - I'm actually afraid of. She scares the shit out of me.
Quote: She would find her likeness being posted on a porn site profoundly offensive and beyond forgiveness.
She hates Playboy. If she actually knew something like Gag Factor existed ... and then that her pic was on a site "built on selling the crushed souls of Gag Factor victims"
Quote: She would find her likeness being posted on a porn site profoundly offensive and beyond forgiveness.
She hates Playboy. If she actually knew something like Gag Factor existed ... and then that her pic was on a site "built on selling the crushed souls of Gag Factor victims"
I do SO enjoy seeing wedding rings on naked girls!
After I gave up dating, and embarked the dark, cruel period of my Life, I found pleasure in fucking other men's wives and fiancees. I used to seek out women of men I hated, but that wasn't prerequisite. Just being taken was.
I was very cute when I was young, and my love of listening helped my to ease my way into the pants of unhappy betrothed ladies loaded up on alcohol.
I used to love the sight and feel of the ringed hand on my shorty. I get aroused even thinking back on it.
The only thing I liked more than seeing and feeling my dick wrapped by a diamond wearing hand, was my nefarious plan for "seconds".
I didn't dare do this on "firsts" since their was risk that the girl would bolt before I had pleasure. Also, and in retrospect, on "seconds" they seemed resigned to the fact that they had already sinned. But, it was fear of missing out completely that caused me to omit this plan until I had cum on her once.
A few minutes after I had cum, the mess was cleared and we had cuddled, [I'm an odd guy that enjoys an after sex cuddle], I would interupt her smoking or whatever to start my intrigue.
Gently kissing the girl, taking the girls hand, and kissing it. I'd lick her finger. I'd lick the ring. Then I'd pause while catching her eyes.
"You don't want to be wearing this now," said with the company of smiles, winks and soft kisses. And, then gently coaxing the ring(s) representing her promises from her fingers. And, then place them somewhere, usually far from her reach but not out of her sight.
You could sense the chill in the air as they comtemplated their treason. Almost always the breathing would change. Occassionally a tear would fall. I would playfully kiss them and tease them for being oh so silly.
I always preferred doggy for my "seconds" and did this with lots of spanking and clit rubs. I often fantasied that their men were forced to watch and didn't want them to see that in my face.
I was always better for them this second time. And, I think the more I hated, the better I was.
A few minutes after I had cum, the mess was cleared and we had cuddled, [I'm an odd guy that enjoys an after sex cuddle], I would interupt her smoking or whatever to start my intrigue.
Gently kissing the girl, taking the girls hand, and kissing it. I'd lick her finger. I'd lick the ring. Then I'd pause while catching her eyes.
"You don't want to be wearing this now," said with the company of smiles, winks and soft kisses. And, then gently coaxing the ring(s) representing her promises from her fingers. And, then place them somewhere, usually far from her reach but not out of her sight.
You could sense the chill in the air as they comtemplated their treason. Almost always the breathing would change. Occassionally a tear would fall. I would playfully kiss them and tease them for being oh so silly.
I always preferred doggy for my "seconds" and did this with lots of spanking and clit rubs. I often fantasied that their men were forced to watch and didn't want them to see that in my face.
I was always better for them this second time. And, I think the more I hated, the better I was.
Every April 28th I think about the girl I loved more than I've ever loved anything. April 28th is her birthday.
She was an athletic golden blonde cutie, brilliant, well read, possessed a biting sense of humor, and wore a FANTASTIC smile. She was a teenage karate champion, a NJ high school homecoming queen, and was everything to me.
The porn star who reminds me of her most is oddly Courtney Simpson - but Caroline was far far prettier. And, what would have delighted Caroline who found her own ample B cups small, far bustier.
Their bodies are actually nothing alike. And, while Courtney's hair, voice, face shape are slightly reminiscent of my lost goddess, the eyes I saw in "Grace's" 1st Amateur Allure scene made me a Courtney fan. They shined exactly the same as my lost love's. But, Caroline would have died before sucking cock.
I bore you now with part of a poem I wrote to Caroline on her birthday long long long long past. It spelled out a message to her along the margin, part of which you might detect ...
How I love you.
And, adore you.
Praise your ways.
Pray for your health,
Your happiness.
Because you are
Invaluable to me,
Rest assured
That I can
Have nothing but
Deep love for you,
And everything
You are.
Quote: Every April 28th I think about the girl I loved more than I've ever loved anything. April 28th is her birthday.
She was an athletic golden blonde cutie, brilliant, well read, possessed a biting sense of humor, and wore a FANTASTIC smile. She was a teenage karate champion, a NJ high school homecoming queen, and was everything to me.
The porn star who reminds me of her most is oddly Courtney Simpson - but Caroline was far far prettier. And, what would have delighted Caroline who found her own ample B cups small, far bustier.
Their bodies are actually nothing alike. And, while Courtney's hair, voice, face shape are slightly reminiscent of my lost goddess, the eyes I saw in "Grace's" 1st Amateur Allure scene made me a Courtney fan. They shined exactly the same as my lost love's. But, Caroline would have died before sucking cock.
I bore you now with part of a poem I wrote to Caroline on her birthday long long long long past. It spelled out a message to her along the margin, part of which you might detect ...
How I love you. And, adore you. Praise your ways. Pray for your health, Your happiness.
Because you are Invaluable to me, Rest assured That I can Have nothing but Deep love for you, And everything You are.
Quote: Every April 28th I think about the girl I loved more than I've ever loved anything. April 28th is her birthday.
She was an athletic golden blonde cutie, brilliant, well read, possessed a biting sense of humor, and wore a FANTASTIC smile. She was a teenage karate champion, a NJ high school homecoming queen, and was everything to me.
The porn star who reminds me of her most is oddly Courtney Simpson - but Caroline was far far prettier. And, what would have delighted Caroline who found her own ample B cups small, far bustier.
Their bodies are actually nothing alike. And, while Courtney's hair, voice, face shape are slightly reminiscent of my lost goddess, the eyes I saw in "Grace's" 1st Amateur Allure scene made me a Courtney fan. They shined exactly the same as my lost love's. But, Caroline would have died before sucking cock.
I bore you now with part of a poem I wrote to Caroline on her birthday long long long long past. It spelled out a message to her along the margin, part of which you might detect ...
How I love you. And, adore you. Praise your ways. Pray for your health, Your happiness.
Because you are Invaluable to me, Rest assured That I can Have nothing but Deep love for you, And everything You are.
Did she do anal?
No, Zen. I do wish she gave head, though. But, alas ...
I did get her to taste her best friend, though. Although I kind of tricked her into it.
Started a new group therapy today. Nothing of interest to look at or fantasize about.
Can't say that the ladies have it any better. Two of the three other guys are gay. One guy is HIV+ and the other two guys in the group are fatter than I. One is quite annoying.
He was a tad perturbed that I could not muster sympathy for his 14 month incarceration in a South American prison for drug trafficking.
It seems he was not treated well there. I said I thought he just paid for bad choices [I was being as nice as I could be].
I related that one of the many reasons I've never trafficked in illegal narcotics in South America. or elsewhere, is that I really don't think I would deal well with prison or any kind.
I think I may be the only one in the group who isn't a former addict. I don't know if that is going to matter. While I can appreciate that fighting an addiction can be difficult, I don't really understand drug use.
Forty years ago today I was heading out to the corner for the school bus with my little brother. I remember us skipping on the slates of the walk to the driveway. There was no lawn.
We had just moved into our new home in January. The area had been potato farms. Grass had just been seeded that spring and little had grown so far. Mud reigned supreme.
There were few kids at the bus stop. Usually we were loud and laughing. Today there was little talking. One of the older kids, a 5th or 6th grader finally got around to what we were avoiding.
He talked about RFK getting shot.
I said nothing. I just thought about my mom crying in the den watching the Today Show. My grandmother had been silent during breakfast. She quietly filled my red plastic lunch box while looking under the cabinets to catch a glimpse of the TV. Grandma was in such a state she didn't even try to get me to wear a sweater in the heat.
We stood there for quite some time. No one seemed to notice that the bus was oddly late.
Mrs. P called for Jeff. Suddenly both my mother popped out our front door. Both were yelling something.
In the "pop" world there's Dean Martin & Prince both of whose music I've enjoyed from time to time.
My childhood baseball idol, Thurman Munson, shares my birthday.
Fact: Before I moved into my two room hovel on Middlebranch I used to drive by Thurman Munson Memorial Stadium in Canton on a daily basis. I believe he died in a plane wreck or a train wreck. I of course do not follow. Additional Fact: I like Prince's music and have masturbated while watching 'Purple Rain' in my younger years many times.
In the "pop" world there's Dean Martin & Prince both of whose music I've enjoyed from time to time.
My childhood baseball idol, Thurman Munson, shares my birthday.
Fact: Before I moved into my two room hovel on Middlebranch I used to drive by Thurman Munson Memorial Stadium in Canton on a daily basis. I believe he died in a plane wreck or a train wreck. I of course do not follow. Additional Fact: I like Prince's music and have masturbated while watching 'Purple Rain' in my younger years many times.
Got an e-mail this morning. He should be back next week or so...
Quote:
Saw the responses to the Fatman thread in my email since it's marked a favorite. Can't get on XPT at the moment ... blocked access to xxx sites from the hospital.
You are correct. I'm in Florida.
Had a nice little get away to a resort in Ft Lauderdale that's part of my mom's timeshare thingie. On the way back she took a header in the parking lot at Costco : (
Waiting for her in the emergency room. Thankfully they have net access ... but, of course, "adult" sites are blocked.
I'll be back in Weehawken some time next week and should return to post-whore state sometime soon after. Feel free to pass the word ... or not ... your option!
I saw 138 unread posts, in this forum, when I checked in, and I must be honest that I hoped for the best. Instead of a whole lot of fatty we have a whole lot of stupid.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 10/05/0811:19 AM
Well, hopefully, some of this may be alleviated, albeit temporarily. CLICKY
Although I've always suspected this was another Monkey "LOCG" alt.
Quote: I saw 138 unread posts, in this forum, when I checked in, and I must be honest that I hoped for the best. Instead of a whole lot of fatty we have a whole lot of stupid.
Well what are you expecting on the off-topic/world outside of porn board? Stimulating conversation?
Thx for all the well wishes. Hopefully once the election is over I will be returning.
I've been at a heightened anxiety since late May. There are a variety of factors:
**It started with the changing of doctors, groups, treatment and drugs [due to changes in my healthcare].
**I struggle with the polarization of this election and the depths of bitterness it creates. It's likely the main reason I've taken a "vacation" from the board and the net in general.
**My continued disability [It's been 4 years now. I had so fervently hoped to be better and working by now]
**Plus all the other nonsense - like wanting to beat the shit out of my stepfather for his behavior during and after my Mom's unfortunate fall and the daily drama of my battling neighbors [which happily doesn't involve me].
I stopped going out much and so stopped my walks. Thus I've gained about 20-25 lbs. My knees are killing me.
In all honesty, I've mostly been off the net .... except to download the occasional Lexi Belle, Marie McCray or Brynn Tyler scene [or ANYTHING from Amateur Allure - LOVE that site. I also like XXXProposal, but more on that later ...]. And, I look for new Casey Parker stuff, but there doesn't seem to be any.
I'm coming out of it a bit. The comedy that is Sarah Palin helps. Her "fruit fly" shit on Friday was classic!! I guess once you deny evolution, the entire science of Biology has no relevance.
Though, I have to admit, the erosion of McCain's image pains me greatly. It's like an epic Greek tragedy. I really liked and respected this man. I gave him money in 2000. I would have voted for him and what he stood for THEN. And, no matter what happens, I will strive to retain that image of the original John McCain. The one who would have chosen Lieberman or Charlie Crist as his running mate. Not, I repeat, NOT this pathetic figure who sold his soul to the rural white right rump* called "the base" [I assume for representing the most lowest, most depraved elements of what is otherwise a noble party which at times I agree with and others I do not].
I'm slowly returning to my ways.
I just spent 2 weeks in FL. One week was at a resort right on the ocean. I enjoyed that greatly.
Yesterday I had a rough flight home with a connection in Richmond. Is that "real" or "fake" Virginia???
Be well.
* - paraphrasing conservative David Frum's take on the problems of his own party - though it is fair to note that he's a foreign-born Jew from a major city and thus not a "real American" to the rump. You may have seen him on "Colbert". He gets the credit for the term "Axis of Evil" when he was working for "W".
Sorry to hear that things haven't been great, hopefully they'll begin to look up soon. It's good to hear from you though, I was beginning to get concerned.
Mom's going to the rally today in Broward County near the Sawgrass Outlet Mall.
She went to high school with Lou Gossett. She did some paper with him on "Brown v. Board of Ed" or something back "in the day". I think she had the hots for him and Obama is like some kind of "Lou Gosset/JFK had a Lovechild" to her. He represents two men she looked up to in the past. So, she was an easy convert from Hillary.
In fact, she's election overboard. She'll be working the phones the rest of the way, and I think a couple of "imported" Obama GOTV volunteers may be staying at her house now that I'm back up north. She has 2 covertable sofas and an airbed and loves chatty young liberal people [my stepdad is LOVING that ... NOT! - but, he gets no say].
She was talking about seeing FDR at a rally when she was a kid during WWII and they seemed genuinely interested in her anecdotes [I get my long-winded story-telling from her].
And, I must report, that she was overjoyed to see me fall completely to Obama the moment McCain rashly picked Shtunkie for his running mate. All my faith in my boy John left that day ....
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 10/29/0812:02 PM
Glad to hear she's better.
Quote: I think a couple of "imported" Obama GOTV volunteers may be staying at her house now that I'm back up north.
This happens throughout New Hampshire during primary season. I stayed at some State Senator's house campaigning for Gore in 2000.
Turns out that the rally Mom attended yesterday turned into the ending piece for the Obama-mercial.
I had a brief chat with her while she waited for traffic to move out of the parking lot after the event.
They didn't see the infomercial there. Just alot of speeches and waiting around.
She got there around 3 to get a good seat for the 4:30 'opening'. There was a small plane with a McCain banner that circled overhead.
She says she wasn't too far away from him, but she wasn't on the floor. She was somewhat behind him but could see a bit of his profile from the side.
No one could bring anything into the event. They even told women to leave their bags at home. Any signs, flags, etc., you saw were distributed by staff inside the arena prior to the cut in.
The invocation was given by a rabbi. The girl who did the 'Star Spangled Banner' was so off-key that crowd groaned at each bad note.
She said that the area behind Obama was empty and specially reserved. Those who were so placed were directed/trained as to what to do when the cameras rolled. [not that such things are unusual]
According to her, Obama spoke to the group for quite some time prior to getting set for the "cut in" but left soon after. [I guess in order to get to 'Bubba' in time for the 11PM event they did outside Orlando later].
Christ, Fatty, you're a mess. What's kept you from falling on your sword? What motivates you to get out of bed in the morning? I'm genuinely interested.
Quote: Christ, Fatty, you're a mess. What's kept you from falling on your sword? What motivates you to get out of bed in the morning? I'm genuinely interested.
The sword? The pain a suicide would unfairly cause my parents and brother is most of what keeps me struggling. Though I came close last year.
The bed? Many days, especially many this summer, I don't get out of bed.
I think with the prospect of my brother moving back to the environs of NYC, things might be looking up. Certainly I'm in an up mood about it. He's planning on moving 1 town north of here and I'm likely taking in his cat ... at least for a while. So he'll be over quite a bit. And, likely forcing me out to help him with shit.
He's pretty hard on me but he cares about me alot. We don't have much in common. And, so we don't really talk that much. I'm a loner and he's gregarious as the come. He's completely organized and has no attachment to the past. I'm completely unorganized and rarely part with a thing. I treat women like goddesses, and they shit on me. He treats them like shit, and they adore him. He's youthful, vibrant and incredibly funny.
I'll benefit from his hard, honest voice. He's good at finding strengths in me and finding ways of bringing them out. I'm also not good at telling him "NO" - so I'll likely get dragged into doing things I either don't want to do or think I can't do - and I think that might be a very good thing.
Do you know of anything that could bring you out of your funk, if not permanently, then for a long stretch? I mean, if you had all the options in the world, and could feasibly accomplish any one of them, is there something that you KNOW could help you out?
Wish I did. Right now what would help would be the ability to afford to get well. And, that might just start happening next month.
Money worries overwhelm me ... even when there isn't really a problem.
That - and I have to learn how not to let conflict eat me alive. I just can't deal with conflict without lashing out or shutting down.
I keep trying stuff. I'm just coming through a very hopeless phase and staring to see a glimmer of hope again.
I've suffered with this crap since I was about 14. When I was younger and in shape it was easier to use physical strength to force my way though the malaise.
I had a good long run from 1988 to 1996. I used to live on 4-6 hours of sleep without being tired. But in 1995 the office turned to total conflict and by 1997 I was fried.
I came back for a while in 1998, but sadly the drugs I thought were working for me actually made me sicker [turns out anti-depressants actually make undiagnosed bi-polar people cycle faster and deepens depression].
But, by the end of 1999 I was back but I feel into a deep depression in 2001 [9/11 + the end of the internet boom] and by June 2002 I was hiding in my apartment again.
The next year I started my own business, but in less than I year I turned a great 1st 6 months into a complete disaster - for both myself and my clients - made worse when another attempt at medication made me sicker.
In 2005, I found a great doctor who diagnosed me as bi-polar and put me on a path to stabilizing medication wise. But, he went independent and I can't afford him even at the generous discount rate he offered. And, I've had problems finding a psychoparm of his abilities who I connect with since.
I start on Medicare Part C on Saturday.
I am hopeful that I will find a good solution at St. Vincents - which participates in my new PPO plan. Plus, I go from paying more than $600 a month for health insurance to less than $150 for much MORE coverage and less out of pockets.
I plan to have a monthly psychopharm, weekly group and individual sessions. Those 9 visits will cost me $90 a month. Under my own insurance, I couldn't have more than 20 mental health visits a year which, until Timothy's Law kicked in last year, cost me $25 per visit.
As discussed, Mom is being very active in this election.
The interesting news is that after Sunday she will no longer be working/volunteering for the Obama campaign. Instead she will be an election inspector for Palm Beach County. [her term - I would call it "poll worker"].
On Monday she will be trained to how to properly determine whether a person is eligible to vote, etc. Training is on Monday for 4 hours. She will work 8 or so hours on election day. I believe she gets $165.
Mom's a strict interpreter of rules. She was a tax collector and auditor for the state of NY. She even got Trump angry when she decided against him in a real estate tax issue [her view was upheld in the end].
So this could be interesting. The Obama people complaining about an Obama-volunteer-turned-election-official blocking Obama voters access to the polls.
Pure comedy is possible.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 10/31/0809:04 PM
Good God, let it happen. Joe the plumber. The B/8 psycho. Mrs. Fatman. I'd be laughing at this even if I was sober.
Quote: [I assume for representing the most lowest, most depraved elements of what is otherwise a noble party which at times I agree with and others I do not].
At which point did the Republican party lose its nobility?
That is, other than their trickle-down economic theory which has always been about the "nobility", which in America, are the billionaires and their heirs.
Fatman, I too am bitterly disappointed at the lack of new stuff from Casey Parker. Lexi keeps making dodgy Japanese porn, and that keeps me endlessly entertained.
Quote: Fatman, I too am bitterly disappointed at the lack of new stuff from Casey Parker. Lexi keeps making dodgy Japanese porn, and that keeps me endlessly entertained.
Where do the candidates stand on the lack of new Casey Parker porn?
Wouldn't it be funny if Obama was Tritone? [Obama: She needs to do interracial.]
Mom and close to 50 others will be working the polls in an elementary school in Palm Beach County. They are expecting more than 2000 voters over the 12 hours they are scheduled to be open.
Today she learned to construct a voting booth. They reviewed how to deal with persons with handicaps such as hearing or eye sight. And, to refer all persons whose IDs don't match to the election clerk for final examination.
Voters can wear any campaign stuff they want to the site.
They vote by paper with special pens in Palm Beach County. Since this means people might make mistakes, each voter can have up to 3 attempts at completing a ballot.
She'll be at the polls by 6am. They open at 7am and stay open until 7pm. They were told to be prepared to be open longer, as they are expecting Gov. Christ to extend the voting hours if there are problems.
On Saturday she met Danny DeVito & Rhea Perlman at Obama Headquarters in Delray Beach. Mom sold Obama pins.
On Sunday she did shopping for the campaign, and surprised them with the price she got for a case of spring water. I guess they haven't dealt with too many older Jewish women.
She and my stepdad delivered 9 cases of water and garbage bags - which turned out to be a size too small for the cans they had.
Mom's day at the Palm Beach County poll was boring.
There were 3 people waiting to vote at 6AM when she arrived [they open at 7AM]. One said he had been there since 4AM since he was afraid of the line, had to be at work by 8AM was was afraid he might miss the polls since he didn't get out until 6PM. [Polls close at 7PM]
There was no reason to worry. After that the line was never more than 2 deep and rarely that. Only about 600 turned out [they had expected upwards of 2000].
There was not one contested voter. All matched their IDs. I had hoped that there would have been some Obama-drama, but, alas, NONE.
The only issue was some guy who voted for 4 Presidential candidates on his paper ballot.
This morning in an effort to save less than a dollar on some groceries, I decided to walk to the bodega that opens at ~6am instead of waiting until the one directly across the street from me opens. In addition to getting the items early than usual and a longer walk, I save a whole 8 cents per item and get to say "Feliz Navidad" ... which is an inside joke for me.****
So, at about 5:40, I determine that there is a break in the precipitation. So, I leave the warmth of my Weehawken "womb", decend the 5 sets of stairs and make my way west.
I didn't get too far. The shoveled sidewalks were pure ice. So, I decided to try the middle of street. The street is a slight uphill going west until Palisades Ave. But, I barely went 100 feet when I determined that I wasn't going to make it. For the road was black ice.
In short, on the way back, I fell while ascending a small snow bank. I had hoped that the snow would provide more traction than the half shoveled path from street to icy sidewalk. But, it was glazed with ice and it's odd shape aided in compromising my balance.
I'm pretty sure I cracked a rib or two. I've broken quite a few in my Life. The last was in 2005, I believe. Just "greenstick" fractures, but it hurts quite a bit to breath none the less.
But, it isn't the pain of the broken ribs that bothers me. In fact, other than teeth pain, physical pain doesn't really bother me much. This was far worse. It was the indignity of not being able to get up for what seemed forever.
So there I was .... foundering, unable to get up due to the ice, the fact I could only use 1 arm and the obvious ... I'm too fat and getting old.
I rested in between my "gallant efforts" to bring my ponderousness to my feet only to have my sneakers fail to get a grip on the frozen H20 coating the concrete. Down I went. Again and again. At least these additional falls hurt nothing ... nothing, but what little remains of my pride.
"I've fallen and I can't get up ... " It echoed mockingly in my self-abusive mind.
I tried to relax and I gazed at the dim, dark, silent, and o so beautiful outline of the city in the distance. At the inky quiet skyline poised against the restful pre-dawn light to the east. At One Penn Plaza. At the lights of 34th Street. At the great god himself, the Empire State building. I breathed slowly and tried to forget the indignity of my dismal plight.
No one was out. No one came driving by. It was me, the skyline and a striped feral cat who I think was sizing me up as a food source once I died.
Finally, I took hold of the grating of the fence and blocking out the pain in my ribs, I got myself up, slowly glided to the entrance of my apartment house while tightly gripping the iron grates of the fence along the route and struggled in and up.
After "A Christmas Carol" was over on TCM, I decided to go to the Deli across the way ... assuming that the sidewalk would be cleared now and I could easily make it across the street. No such luck. Still ice and now it was raining ice as well. But, I made it, spend $3.70 on what should have cost $3.30, and made my way back.
Much to my surprise, I was greeted by my phone blinking a missed call and message. It seems that my initial fall, while unattended, did not go unwitnessed. Some one called my super's family, and they called the landlady.
She's actually on her way here to make sure I go get x-rays on my ribs. Ugh. Personally, I just rather wrap them and sleep. Instead, I'll be spending much of this Christmas Eve in an urgent care or emergency room waiting room.
Fun, eh??
[***When I was young I heard "Felix" and I assumed that this "Felix" person was married to that "Kitten" woman].
Aw man, that sucks! Sorry to hear it Fatman, but you really should get them checked out just to be sure. It won't take too long man, and it's better than risking any long term ill effects. I hope you feel better soon bro, I'll be sending good thoughts your way.
Less than feared ... one cracked slightly. Not much pain. Going with ice and OTC pain pains [which means none since I don't find that those have any effect - I'm just not a drug person]. Actually it doesn't hurt that much if I don't move too much and breathe carefully.
By Monday, I won't notice it at all.
The only issue was that the assholes wanted a co-payment and I don't have to make one - I even check with my insurer - ZERO co-payment. My landlady paid the $10 to keep the peace.
There was no wait. Once I was paid for, I went right it, got examined, x-rayed, wrapped and sent home. My landlady played taxi and treated for lunch. I had a burger at the 4-Star.
Enabled me to be the 1 of 2 of 7 scheduled employees at work Monday (13" of snow in Portland, no one shovels their sidewalks), walk 6 blocks to buy a supplementary space heater Tuesday night, and get 4 22 0z bottles of premium high-alcohol beer today.
She's actually on her way here to make sure I go get x-rays on my ribs. Ugh. Personally, I just rather wrap them and sleep. Instead, I'll be spending much of this Christmas Eve in an urgent care or emergency room waiting room.
It's better than spending it online posting on the board.
She's actually on her way here to make sure I go get x-rays on my ribs. Ugh. Personally, I just rather wrap them and sleep. Instead, I'll be spending much of this Christmas Eve in an urgent care or emergency room waiting room.
It's better than spending it online posting on the board.
I haven't been doing much of that ....
Mostly I've been organizing the porn I've downloaded. I've been enjoying that. I had no idea what treasures I had!
I saw him on the TV News, handing out cocoa to the survivors of flight 1549. Obama's staff invited him to join the flight crew stageside at the inauguration. So, he's probably tied up trying to find a tuxedo that fits and polishing up his resume to hand out to staffers.
You know he has some experience in Labor, don't you?
Fatman's last post was one hour after he got his ass handed to him by me in the thread [ Porrn seeks federal bailout ] (in General Porn Talk - there are other similarly named threads). His ass whuppin' was so extreme that he wanted to stay away a while so everyone would forget.
Have2cit may also be gone for a while sine I utterly destroyed him a short while ago in the thread [ Biden shushes wife for speaking out of school...].
Wow. Lots of additions I haven't seen. I'll have to get back to this over the weekend.
On Sunday, Earth planet completes yet another revolution around Sol since the moment I first started inhaling oxygen. 100 if we counted by 7s and not 10s.
Maybe I'll motivate and take some pictures of Weehawken when I get back from PBC.
So ... my bro and sis ask me to come in to Chinatown to celebrate my 100th birthday [base 7].
But, then my sister decides that Chinatown won't satisfy for the day ... though "chinks" is a solid choice for the NY Jewish-American, since I get chinese take-out FAR too often, it was deemed "not special enough".
So, the decision is made to travel to the neighborhood where my father's father's father settled when he left the pogroms of Yekaterinaslav. There to partake in that OTHER Jewish staple: The artery clogging food my ancestor's "stole" from German cuisine.
We then begin to meander east on the southern bank of Houston towards Allen and the southern boundary of Alphabet City through the other pedestrians, numerous baby conveyances and a odd bicycle.
btw, the "H" of Houston is pronounced like an "H" NOT like the Texas city, for the few who might be unfamiliar with the street].
Once across Allen, there are still some remnants and reminders of the time when this was the northern edge of the Jewish neighborhood of the Lower East Side.
Then just passed the self-crowned best falafel ...
But, we are quasi-veterans. After passing the turnstyle, we each receive our little purple ticket [remember to turn it in when you leave!!], my sister breaks to find an empty "non-waiter" table and my brother angles for the shortest line of one of Katz's meat slicers.
I get pastrami, my sister opts for corned beef, my brother gets half of each- ALL on rye with mustard. The cutter was great! Nice sandwiches!! And, he kept us fed with some samples from the pastrami and corned beef.
After the cutter marks my brother's ticket, my brother gives the cutter a healthy tip as I take the sandwiches and the requisite pickles to the table my sister has claimed. I wind my way thru lost tourists, aggressive regulars and duck the cameras aiming for the "Where Harry Met Sally" table [you know, where Estelle Reiner says "I'll have what she's having."]
I return to aid my bro with the drinks, et. al.
I get a Dr. Brown's Cel-Ray and an Arizona ice tea. My brother gets a side of fries for the table. Ticket updated with each purchase as is the custom.
My sister only had half her sandwich and she wrapped the other half for me to enjoy later. She also came up with a loose "mint" katz ticket [which means someone was going to have a problem when they try to leave].
After eating my brother turned in his ticket and paid for the meal. My sister and I turned in our blank tickets and then we all left to go shopping.
Nearby is the Burkina's T-shirt shop. It is somewhat reknowned hip-hop clothing store. Tees and hoodies with some rather unique designs, for those so inclined.
My sister got me a pair of rather expensive flipflops from a trendy outdoors store on Broadway near Prince, IIRC.
I really like them. I wore them the entire time I was in Florida. Other than going to synagogue, I wore the damn things everywhere. I haven't worn flipflops since i was a kid. I'm really enjoying the lack of socks.
For Gia, or whoever asked for a picture of my computer desk. This is the "main level".
For some reason I think it was Gia. In any case ... enjoy ... or not.
Dam... You need to tidy up ALOT... Wow and that's some collection of quarters... Where are the cats? Well I can't say I'm to impressed with your computer desk...at all.. maybe you need to hire a decorator or watch some of those make over shows on cable television. A man of your means should have a nicer place to keep his computer...this is my desk
However, the French Fries seem to be to thickly-cut, and thus, undercooked.
As to the sandwiches, they also seem to be undersized. They should be ridiculously-stacked with fatty Pastrami and are instead, reasonable and sensible in terms of meat/sandwich ratio.
Still, probably Panzer-prohibitive in terms of pricing and opportunities to infiltrate and steal orange soda in his coat of many flasks.
For Gia, or whoever asked for a picture of my computer desk. This is the "main level".
For some reason I think it was Gia. In any case ... enjoy ... or not.
Dam... You need to tidy up ALOT... Wow and that's some collection of quarters... Where are the cats? Well I can't say I'm to impressed with your computer desk...at all.. maybe you need to hire a decorator or watch some of those make over shows on cable television. A man of your means should have a nicer place to keep his computer...this is my desk
Quote: However, the French Fries seem to be to thickly-cut, and thus, undercooked.
The few I had were good, not great. While not undercooked, the ends seemed a bit dry and overdone.
I much prefer Nathan's fries, myself.
This is Cook's Illustrated's recipe for French fries:
Pour peanut oil in a deep fryer or heavy saucepan (I use a cast-iron 5-Q Dutch Oven) to reach halfway up the sides of the pan. Heat to 325 degrees F, use a deep fry thermometer to determine this. While the oil is heating, peel the potatoes and push through a French fry cutter to form uniform sticks (or scrub skins thoroughly, and use a chef's knife to first, cut into 0.25" slices, then julienne at the same width). As you go, place the cut potatoes in a bowl of ice water to release some of the starch and to keep them from browning.
Refrigerate for at least 3 hours.
Dry the potato strips thoroughly (I use a salad spinner), this will keep the oil from splattering. Fry the potatoes in batches so the pan isn't crowded and the oil temperature does not plummet. Cook for 6-8 minutes until they are soft and blonde. Remove the potatoes with a long-handled metal strainer (available at your local Asian grocery) and drain on wire frames above newspaper.
Wait at least 1 hour to 3 days.
Bring oil temperature up to 375 degrees F.* Return the par-fried potatoes to the oil in batches and cook a second time for 2 minutes until golden and crispy. Drain on towel paper in a deep bowl, season, shake, then serve immediately.
My favorite dipping sauce is 1/3 blue cheese salad dressing and 2/3 Heinz ketchup, swirled, not mixed...
*-this high temp will create smoke, so open the windows, vents, fans, etc.
There were fireworks viable up and down the entire Weehawken Palisades today. To prep for this the "authorities" issued a "memo" that was to be posted by all landlords, etc.
Or as one respected XPT poster as to me: Gestapo motherfuckers!!
So ... I couldn't watch the goings on from my roof. I still had a pretty good view from my window.
Though I was sitting half in and half out on the window sill in just a pair of Nike athletic shorts, and though I was using flash part of the time, the policeman guarding my dead end street from traffic never even looked up to yell:
GET OFF OF THERE. Whose gonna clean up the splat if you fall?? And PUT A SHIRT ON! Nobody wants to see THAT!
There were 100s of people with kids who ventured down to the end of my block to get a clear view of the fireworks over the Lincoln Tunnel helix. So many that some turned back once they felt that they somehow wouldn't be close enough to see.
But, the fireworks were well above the Weehawken skyline. So no problems there.
"When I visited, it was pretty quiet on the corner, so I walked right up. The owners are very friendly and kind as I assume they get a few of their share of drunkards rolling by. I ordered a large cone with the Rosemary Truffle ketchup. Plenty for one person and I barely got to the ketchup as I was devouring the hot yummy fries without really thinking to pair them with anything. Next time I will try the tarragon anchovy mayo or maybe Poutine."
"Snowball of X to the Minus One" was laying quite still in a place, in his 16+ years, I've never seen him sleep before, only then to notice a trail of urine behind him.
He can't really move much and cries when I try to comfort him.
Sadly my experience with cats tells me that his condition will not improve.
Oh, that's sad. I still miss my cats, euthanized last couple years. But, I'm glad I was able to let them go at the proper time. If you were good to each other, that's what counts.
Biship is starting his own thread...interesting enough..its not in "A World Outside of Porn? its in the CAGE...what does that say?
I don't care for Bishop, and it will take an unspeakable amount of boredom for me to condescend to read up on his alleged antics. But, he had EVERY right to have a "status" thread. Certainly much more of a right than I.
He is a mope, stunt cock, etc. And, this is a "porn" board, not a "rehabilitation for bi-polar" support group.
Honestly, if his stuff is any good and he has many readers/followers, he should spin it into his own blog ala CXXX. But, I don't see Bishop as very intelligent and hardly unique, compelling or charismatic. Just another mope used as a tool for pornographers to make movies for white guys who hate blacks, see them purely as animals and find women degraded by fucking said beasts.
So unless he has some insight on how it feels to be viewed as a kind of "Zoophilia" prop ... who cares?
CXXX is intelligent, has a unique point of view, is rather humorous, and MOST CERTAINLY controversial.
[Hell Ryan Knox is more entertaining than Bishop. At least he has the "I stare at cocks" and "I can't get it up" trademarks to go along with his love of being verbally tormented by his betters. But, I digress ...]
The only thing I don't understand is WHY DID BISHOP CHOOSE THE CAGE? Normally, since he is in porn, I would think it belongs in GPT.
Placing it in the fiction based cage merits analysis. Is everything there a lie? Or, did he do that so he has plausible deniability for anything he need to distance himself from in future?
Meh. Maybe it's just residue of segregation and being his people being forced to live together and away from whites. Could be Bishop just feels more at home in a place with a monkey.
About 10 days after Snowball had his stroke, I elected to put his sister down. She no longer could stand, let alone walk. Couldn't go in the box and couldn't clean herself well.
I gave her a warm bath, which she hated, but she really needed. I rubbed her down with a soft towel, which she seemed to enjoy. I combed her for about 2 hours, which she LOVED!
She was a gentle loving girl.
I sat with her on my lap for a few hours and listened to Bob Seger's "Final Scene," rocked and wept inconsolably.
The next morning I took her to the same vet that put down her mom. Like her mom, she was purring when she died.
All that remains of a family of six is George David Clyde the Monster Kitty. All 4 of his scion have passed before him. He likely won't last more than a year himself. He's quite the old man, can't walk too well anymore and doesn't leave the couch too often.
He always was jealous of any attention that I gave his family members. He doesn't seem to miss any of them. I don't like that he's all alone when I go away.
When I came back from 2 weeks in FL in September, he howled at me for an entire day. I have no idea why or what could have sated his angst. He's never been much of a 'talker'.
Thankfully, he still pees reliably in his box. But, for some reason, he'll only do his bowel movements next to it.
I don't care about his opinion. I've been here for more than 3 1/2 years and he's never impressed me.
If he thinks that I'm bothered that I cried over my cat, he's mistaken. I LOVED my cat. I'm not ashamed of it.
Anyway, I don't think being called a "fag" has bothered me since early Junior High. In any case, I'm too open not to have "slipped" out any gay tendencies/desires in 10k+ posts, if any such had existed.
He's just trying to rile and doesn't have the equipment [read BRAINS] to pull it off.
hey fatty i saw the cheerleaders in the hollywd blvd parade i forgot about which totally threw off my day because i couldn't get to my buddy's on las palmas. cheerleaders made me think of you.
Fatman, I'm sorry to hear about your cats. I hope you're doing ok. Maybe you can adopt another? You said George prefers to have no competition, but I bet he won't mind. You provide the perfect loving home for these little guys.
Quote: Fatman, I'm sorry to hear about your cats. I hope you're doing ok. Maybe you can adopt another? You said George prefers to have no competition, but I bet he won't mind. You provide the perfect loving home for these little guys.
Exactly what she said....sorry for your loss bro. My favorite cat ever died in July and I still think about him.
Sorry to hear about your cats, fatman. Losing a pet is tough. In some circumstances (like when a person lives alone with the pet) it can be worse than losing a human friend.
Sorry to hear about all of this. I could never have cats because I'm allergic to them. Found out after babysitting a neighbor's kid who had a cat. Woke up the next morning with a ballooned face. My father hates cats and would never allow them in the house anyway. Have any pictures?
Quote: Maybe you can adopt another? You provide the perfect loving home for these little guys.
Already promised my landlady I wouldn't. While I was very ill, I didn't do such a great job of cleaning up after them, so there were occasional odor issues. Plus, whether I stay in the northeast or move to Florida, I go away too often. I'm away about 3+ months a year.
If I go to Florida, the place I'll likely move doesn't allow pets.
At this point I think it's like my girlfriends and why I gave up dating.
I came to the conclusion in my 20s that I enjoyed them very much, I could be very good to them, but I got ill very often, I cannot control or predict when I will be unavailable to them, and I care enough about them to know that they deserve better than I.
I post in the cage because it is so comfortable for me.. It's home I didn't like you before but I can't remember why. In any case I have out-grown my internet hate phase and truth be told I find your posts to be amusing...
Got called an "anti-Semite" and a "Nazi" today in the clubhouse gym.
Seems that these two older ladies weren't very happy with the fact that movie "Etz Limon" was partially produced in Israel. They believe that it doesn't cast Israel in the best light.
I suggested that from their description of the movie [I haven't seen it], that maybe they were a bit disturbed at - and in denial about - the reality that some Israelis likely bully some Palestinians.
Thus, I've been excommunicated by the two wrinkled yentas, and now, if they have their way, I will be condemned to the darkest, dankest crevice of Sheol.
So, in the afterlife, you'll know where to find me, Roxanne Blaze & THE Twins.
12mp is pretty awesome. I think my camera is about 7mp and for most pics I have to resize them down to email or post them. But when I want to print one, the extra resolution is great.
At 12mp, you won't miss the zoom too much as you will be able to "zoom" on the file afterwards.
That is interesting actually. My sister was bothering the fuck out of me the other day asking about digital cameras and all. People never know what to get me so she was working this angle. I told her most Digital cameras can't snap fast enough or zoom enough to catch the only thing I care about..that is my kid getting off a shot or skating through people. And when I say "through" I mean bodys on the ice at the point of impact and maybe the next second or two before the whistle blows and the coach comes out to collect em up.
I don't expect her to DSLR cause she wont but what's close in say the $300 range.
On topic... Fatty your fucken stories are way beyond "epic". When I look back on all the "Internet Personalities" I've known you are unique sir. I wish you nothing but the best for the Holidays and throughout.
I posted about my Pentax DSLR a while back and took all the pictures in Costa Rica with it. I had to downsize every pic to post them on here, and they still came out okay. The originals are eye-popping.
My camera is not noticeably slow in shooting action pics, especially if I set it in sports mode. Most modern digital cameras will have that setting. I also got a 12mp digital camera for 80.00 by watching the "morning deals" on www.consumerist.com It's about the size of a pack of cigarettes and it's hard for me to take it seriously when I'm using it. It has a limited optical zoom and the lens is so small that it's hard to get a sharp shot when zoomed in on a long distance target. I learned that at 12mp it was better to zoom out on the camera and then zoom in and crop for prints.
Cool... I'll check it out for myself but no way am I asking for it for a gift. You guys do agree Digitals are fucken bad when trying to get an "at the moment click" yes?. When we go to big tourneys or finals there is always some Dude there with a setup to catch "in the moment" hits and shots. We have an absolutely sick Nike Bauer shot of a stick in full flex.
Most digital cameras are slower than the best film cameras, especially in the price range where you would ask for it as a gift. But for 300.00 or less you should be able to get a fast digital sports camera with either a good optical zoom or a high resolution. Look around at consumerist or dealhack.
Quote: I also got a 12mp digital camera for 80.00 by watching the "morning deals" on www.consumerist.com
I'm "assuming" mine was purchased at Costco with rebate/coupon. [The Costco Concierge # kind of gives it away].
Quote: It's about the size of a pack of cigarettes and it's hard for me to take it seriously when I'm using it.
Sounds similar to mine.
I've been looking for a smaller camera. I'm pretty happy with my little 5MP, but it's just too big to carry easily in my pocket. And, the little camera on my phone SUCKS. So I miss out on capturing/sharing stuff.
I was determined to find a little camera that could do some video after I followed behind this fat fireplug of a policewoman on my way to Penn Station. She was supposed working the parade crowd on Thanksgiving but instead was talking on her cell, and she had her gun in an easy-to-snatch position. Would have been a great clip.
Quote: I learned that at 12mp it was better to zoom out on the camera and then zoom in and crop for prints.
The JD's I used to work with cast themselves as trouble makers a lot but when it came down to the nitty gritty they were usually put there by family. Did you catch a lot of blame growing up ?
Certainly we feel differently about each other than say 3 years ago at this time.
Not true... I know smart when I see it and usually about 5 posts in. You were different I'll admit but the avoidance/logic bombs you dropped couldn't be missed.
I know why you didn't like me and that was the pl4n..
Tanner's mistake was not letting Jeffie recuperate from the surgery at home. Dogs understand the short-term pain of the surgery, but not the long-term, generalized benefits to the ecosystem, to wit, preventing canine overpopulation. If Jeffie doesn't return I hope that Tanner gets another dog and learns from her mistake.
Quote: ElectoStatic said in The Cage: PS. Your cat NEEDS his own show on YouTube.
The problem is he isn't very active or chatty normally.
He rarely cries unless he's in a cat carrier. And, he doesn't even walk much anymore. He just likes to sleep.
The only time he's moves a bit is during a grand mal seizure due to epilepsy. And, for months and months he either hasn't had one or I've been out when he did and left no evidence of an episode.
Starting in June, he developed the habit of crying and howling when I would come home after a long time away. He never did it before.
I decided to film it with my new camera. Otherwise he just lays near me, watching, resting and sleeping. This is likely his last Christmas.
Quote: Sorry that your pet is reaching the end of the line. I have fond memories of all of my pets.
He's had a good long run.
His outlived his sibling and their children. He'll be 18 come spring [eligible for his "Barely Legal" spread].
Clyde is the last of a family of 6, 3 of whom reached that birthday. And, his sister, who died around this time in 2007 was more than 15 1/2.
My mom has never had a cat reach 16, though her current one might [looked real bad the last time I was down, but she was rallying quite a bit this visit.]
Quote: What do you mean by "technical"? It has a living room and 3 bedrooms, but you sleep in the living room and spent the days in the bedrooms?
By "technical" I mean that a realtor would call it a "3 bedroom". There is a room off the living that could be used as a bedroom with some difficulty.
I would call it a 2 bedroom with a split living room.
I do live and sleep in the living room.
The split room is a library with my oak desk, but I don't used it much.
The smaller bedroom is STUFFED with all kinds of crap I have to go through. Most I'll be selling in the next couple of years. The back bedroom is mostly empty know, but I use it for additional storage and it has my wardrobe.
Other than my wardrobe and a very old computer, it likely will be empty by May since I promised my landlord I would clear it out so she could paint in there.
Quote: This thread is an intense look into your life , Fatman.
Sorry about the health of your cat, but this thread is fascinating.
That's how we used to roll around here. I love this thread. It may be my favorite on the board, bar none. Not because I started it but because of it's progression and the information herein.
The smaller bedroom is STUFFED with all kinds of crap I have to go through. Most I'll be selling in the next couple of years. The back bedroom is mostly empty know, but I use it for additional storage and it has my wardrobe.
Other than my wardrobe and a very old computer, it likely will be empty by May since I promised my landlord I would clear it out so she could paint in there.
I have a house full of stuff I need to get rid of in the next two years. Ham gear, some camping stuff, dog and cat things, furniture, electronics, dishes, everything but my clothes, my dog, and my Gag Factors. And music and some books. And a couple things with strong sentimental value. But, mostly I need to clean out junk and throw it out. You can call the city here for bulk pick-up, and I have a small truck I can take to the dump. I'll be so damn glad when I get this house sold in 2012 and get simplified, free, and on the go.
Quote: The Moderation has decided to apply a sticky adhesive to this thread to allow The Fat man easy always on access to share with us his most morose minutae.
The Fatman discusses his terabytes of porn with someone he met on his daily 3 mile walk.
I love the Elaborator for this post and this post only. (Well, this post and a few pm's he/she sent me).
Quote: But, mostly I need to clean out junk and throw it out. You can call the city here for bulk pick-up, and I have a small truck I can take to the dump.
Here you call, put it outside on the day they tell you and they come eventually a few days later [after your neighbors call to complain, usually].
I've got a big dead TV I bought in 1998. And, Christ is that thing heavy.
I actually carried it up the five sets of stairs by myself in 1998. But I wasn't yet 38 then. Now I cannot be sure I could even get from the stand to the floor without a catastrophe. Especially since I cannot trust my right knee bent that far with weight.
I had all the cartilage removed from my knee by like 1989 after countless injuries that date back to 1971. In 1996, I had microfracture surgery when it was rather experimental. It was done by two surgeons who were team doctors for the NY Giants.
They really didn't explain the procedure too well until it was over. At the time, I was trusting, young, believed myself bulletproof and desperate to have less pain so I could walk my walks. Mostly I liked that I was awake and could watch the inside of my knee on a TV they set up for me. All my other knee surgeries were under general anesthesia. The little fractures looked like little oil well when the blood spurt up ...
At first it did well, but it's been eroding on me since 2003. The weight I put on from 1996 to 2005 didn't help [obviously].
In September I just had to admit to myself that I'm not going to be involved in getting it downstairs [my knee has always made going down worse than going up anyway].
In the next couple of months, my landlady is going to pay for some Brazilians she knows to take a bunch of stuff down for me [TV, bed/boxspring, broken waredrobe].
It really pisses me off that my knee and shoulder aren't doing as well as I would like them to.
My "infamous" cat George David Clyde the Monster Kitty has reached his 18th birthday, so is now theoretically legal for any cat porn for people desiring neutered tabby photoshoots.
Bad News: Unless there is a radical change, Clyde will be put down next week since he can no longer walk more than a foot or so at a time without stumbling down and resting for a half hour at a time. He couldn't get out of his box. ***
So the days of using "cat lady" as a barb re me will soon be completely over.
I will miss him terribly.
*** - [He is such a good boy to keep going in the box. If I were he I would have said "fuck it" and peed on the floor or wherever].
I am sorry to hear this. My son and I lost our hamster Grandpoopmaster Bitey two weeks ago. It is incredible the way animals work their way into your heart. This was a moody little rodent who let droppings and teeth marks in his wake but I miss him every day. One of my neighbors want to give us a puppy but I don't feel like I can give it the time they deserve right now
It's gonna fucking kill me whenever my cat dies. She follows me all over the house. When I go to leave, she jumps up on the window sill and watches me drive away. Then she sits by the front door until I get home. When I get out of the shower in the morning she runs around in circles making cute little noises until I pick her up and let her lick my hair that I just washed. Wherever I fall asleep in the house, when I wake up, she's either curled up between my legs or under my arm. She's just like a dog. She even plays fetch.
You allowed him to have a good life, and he enriched yours. You were good to each other, that's what matters. I miss my cats, but not in a hurting way anymore.
I really wish I could let my self believe/accept that.
I am in an unending cycle of criminal mental-self-abuse. I keep hammering myself with hateful thoughts and recriminations that compare, in boxing parlance, to an endless stream of "roundhouse to the temple". I believe the damage/scarring will be permanent.
I haven't slept. My thoughts have to slow down to sleep, and right now I won't let them.
I'm only able to cope when I distract myself. When my thoughts slow down I either broil myself with damning, scarring, brutal, abusive self-hatred, reflect upon every perceived misstep I've taken to erode any trace vestige of self-worth I might have had left in me, or cry, shaking from the gravity of the anguish.
And, I'm breathing short and fast because for some reason if I breathe deep it feels like I'm in the elevator in the old World Trade towers and get that queasy emptiness quirk those lightning fast cars used to give me. Then on exhalea a stabbing pain follows that make it seem like my heart is now but shattered crystal shards stabbing in.
I just got back from the vet where I dropped him off. For the first time since Spring 1992 I am the only other mammal in my apartment. An apartment which housed the birth of his 4 offspring and his death.
I am somewhat pleased he chose to die on his own terms and not at the point of the blue liquid like a convicted murderer.
On the other hand, I really do wish someone loved me enough today to take some "blue liquid" and put me "to sleep".
You're in a good place. You went right past denial and you are experiencing guilt and anger. This, too, shall pass, and you will adjust to a life remembering Clyde instead of actively grieving him. And, you will be healthier for being honest about how heavy it is.
It will come in waves later, then eventually subside. Then, hit you once again, hard. Some time soon, Clyde may send you a signal from beyond.
For some reason I keep reacting like my cats are still here. I pause while opening the front door for example to make sure none slip out.
Meanwhile, my stepdad has been diagnosed with the first stages of some undefined form of "dementia" that is not Alzheimer's. It is likely I'll be moving down to help out my mom. It's not like I'm doing much up here. At least I might be of some use down there ....
Anyway, I've been hitting the gym and beating myself up physically. I took today off since my legs are too sore to endure the trip home after a workout. That hill leading up from Bally's [which is also the on ramp to 495] is difficult after pounding out the cardio machines. Still I walked to the store and bought the makings for chicken soup from the Hispanic super market and the Arab veggie store.
But, distraction is my best tool right now. I cannot slow my mind or I focus on dark destructive thoughts.
As part of that distraction, I decided to start to look for my missing passport. I'll need it since I'm going to Bermuda, Lisbon and Paris in May. I hadn't been able to find it for about 8-9 months. I had more or less resigned myself to the fact that I would have to pay to get an "emergency" replacement.
The day after Clyde past, I was standing next to my computer desk fighting back tears when I saw something odd in a tin I keep receipts. BAM, my passport found.
With the weather warming and feeling like I needed a change, I decided to try the Barber School on 29th just off 8th Ave.
I've let my hair grow out for the winter and my beard was out of control [for some reason it grow much faster than my hair]. A thick beard is great for winter since it's like a warm scarf you can't misplace.
But, it's been bothering me during my workouts and making be very hot. So with little cold weather expected as winter winds down, with my step-mom having a birthday party this weekend and my mom coming up to see my sister next week, I decided it was time to get all the hair off.
The Barber School gives haircuts for $7 since the barbers are all students and learning. I've never used them before, but I have 6 weeks to my planned trip so I figured whatever screw up that might happen I have time to let the hair grow out a bit.
I saw a sign that they also did razor shaves, so I decided to add that to the tab as well. I told the black cashier that I wanted my hair cut, my beard removed and a razor shave. She said, "Seven dollars." I tried to correct her apparent error since that was same as the price of a haircut, but it seems that's the price. Whatever you want, it's $7.
My barber didn't know much English. I'm not sure of his ethnicity. He looked like a mix of Central American and Asian.
Anyway, I made is job easy by asking for "the #2" where they set the electric clippers to #2 and just go.
The shave unnerved him. After removing the beard with the electric trimmer at "000" he confessed to the teacher that he never shaved anyone before. He didn't even have his razor with him. He had to borrow one from another student.
I might have been nervous, cared, and/or backed out if Clyde had not just passed. But, I didn't budge and felt no nerves as he nervously and timidly scraped the remaining growth. He had his problems with the area between my nose and my upper lip -- the instructor did most of that while several students looked on.
One of these students was a larger woman. For some reason I was sure Christian would find her exceptionally hot.
All-in-all the guy did a fine job.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 03/10/1003:07 PM
Quote: One of these students was a larger woman. For some reason I was sure Christian would find her exceptionally hot.
Glad to see you've got your sense of humor about you.
My first was by a barber in Albany, NY in 1986, when like this time after a winter, I had a full beard removed.
He was a very old Italian man who had been at his location for decades. He had the steam machine, the razor belt, the heated shaving cream and everything. He claimed to have shaved Al Capone in Florida when he was young.
He said it was the only time he was nervous giving a shave.
I used to go to John's Barber shop in the basement of the "Equitable Building" at 120 Broadway when I worked in the building. They did good work.
My last two beard were removed by my Dad's barber in Little Neck, Queens. He wouldn't do the shave though. Claims the skin is too sensitive and the beard too soft from not shaving for so long. One of those times I had the beard over 2 years time.
But, I don't care. I like the shave when the beard is cut off.
My present persona wouldn't allow me to grow a years beard. However, I take at least one week a year and disappear to the coast. No shaving, no hot water, outside shower, etc. I may try the barber shave when I come back this year.
In a phrase that alludes to a favorite dark joke popular within my family, my mom called to say that she is "on the roof".
She had mastectomies in the sixties and seventies, and decided to go for reconstructive surgery when: 1. It was still new and experimental. 2. Her first radical left her with little skin or muscle to even work with. 3. Implants were less stable and full of silicone.
She already has Lupus which I AM SURE is a result of those stupid fucking implants.
Now the implants have completely fallen apart. Just loose silicone and empty containers. So she has to get surgery to have the leeching silicone sucked out and remaining baggie(s) removed.
I'll be going on down. I'll let you know how it turns out ...
If things go as they are, you may find out indirectly from mainstream media.
If my stepfather keeps whining with his "What is going to happen to me?" [i.e., if she dies] CRAP, I'm going to fucking kill him.
He's a quiet, passive man who LIVES to be bossed & henpecked, with a pension AND a driver's license ... I doubt he leaves the synagogue's funerary service without a fiancee.
I'm back in Weehawken today. My mom is doing quite well after surgery and well on the road to full recovery.
I'm persona non grata with her plastic surgeon's office manager. I was looking at a booklet they had on implants, and she asked me if I knew anyone who might be interested, and forgetting that the world isn't XPT, I blurted out:
"Bolt-on's RUIN whores."
I'm not completely sure if her offense was my disparaging disdain of implants or my unflattering characterization of their clientele.
I'm sure that patient waiting on the other side of the office took more exception to the latter.
Glad you are back fatman, and still making waves. Along those lines, can you swim? If so would you consider doing a cannonball into the pool at your parents retirement community, and having someone video it and the reaction you get?
Quote: Along those lines, can you swim? If so would you consider doing a cannonball into the pool at your parents retirement community, and having someone video it and the reaction you get?
I can swim, but mostly I walk in the pool. Their pools aren't very deep. The indoor pool is less than 4 feet at its deepest. Some of the outdoor variety claim 5 feet in the way I might claim my erection is 7 inches ... both estimates are blatant misplaced laughable bombasts.
Also, I'm not as heavy as I was. I lost over 60 lbs since last year. And, even at my heaviest, I wasn't anything compared to many of the residents.
My mom has a good female friend who at 6'1" is more than an inch taller than I and as of last week likely out weighed me by 3/4ths of a Padova. [btw this woman is a pervert who actually joined this board about 2 years ago after I blabbed about it. But, she was too scared to post.]
Another friend who recently moved near her son [a man with over 30 cats] in the James Madison U nook of the Shenandoah was barely 5'2" and weighed in excess of 350. Oddly she had been a successful dance instructor. Personally, I thought dancers never got fat.
And, they are NOTHING of note when contrasted some of the ponderous beasts of the male variety of this community.
So my size is no issue. The only disgust I could generate from a cannonball would be if turned around and sued their overall association for their pool being too shallow.
Perhaps if I yelled "Allahu Akbar" before plowing into a gaggle of alter kocker yentas during water aerobics ....
I'm sorry. Maybe I am not clear and of course I didn't know of your weight loss. But it is not about your weight so much as the exuberance of a cannonball into a retirement center pool. If you could do so, I'd love to see it. Personally, I use the "preachers seat" and at the very last instant I thrust my feet to direct the spray. Both moves can be shallow for anyone under 200 lbs in a 4 ft deep pool.
I hope you understand you will always be the fat man on the parkbench here at xpt, even though many of us are happy for your weight loss. (Weight loss = increased likelihood of fatman posts).
I got an interesting report from my sister while I was in Florida.
A suite-mate of hers from her freshman year sent her a PM via FaceBook looking for my email. Besides the fact that back then I was adorable, she found me very fascinating.
She used to have little tantrums at the fact that she found my writing better than hers and actually tried to organize my ramblings into some kind of publishable form in the mid-80s. [She's since published at least two books of her own, so she was quite wrong on who was the better writer.]
But, as is endemic to the bi-polar person, I would go from completing too many pages to edit on some occasions to none at all on others. In any case, as XPT members are quite familiar with, I have a tendency to stray far from my "point" and rebel to being confined and focused. So the poor thing had her hands full.
Also, she was frustrated as I began to stray from the GOP, invented my own religion [Radical Beliefism] only to become a Nichiren Shoshu Buddhist, and then promptly stopped writing altogether when I decided that whatever I penned, Nietzsche and Dostoevsky had already done it better.
After years of her bothering me to produce like a trained seal, I finally got fed up with her pestering and wrote her a rambling 17 page letter breaking off our friendship.
My sister has always been a bit peeved that her suite-mate found me more interesting than she, and since I had an incurable habit of regularly sleeping with my sisters friends, she is convinced I slept with this girl.
Honestly, I never even kissed her.
My sister is now annoyed that this girl PMed her about my email, but didn't ask anything about her and didn't even "friend" her.
It's also led her to believe that this is conclusive proof that, for some reason I can't begin to imagine, I decided to hide my tryst from her. It's not like I hid any of the others I banged.
Anyway ... I sarcastically quipped that she could feel free to give my email to anyone on the planet she was "100% sure" I defiled.
She then casually mentioned that at least one of her friends wouldn't be emailing since she had died of cancer. I was a bit stunned. She then told me a girl I dated in high school also was "no more" [suicide].
That's at least two girls who lost their virginity to me who are now forever free of that inglorious infamy.
So I caught up with my main client from 2003-4 yesterday at his son's surprise birthday party. Haven't seen the guy in quite some time and he was very happy to see me for someone whose books were completely fucked up by a bi-polar mess.
One the way back to the PA Bus Terminal, an attractive, well-dressed black girl who was having trouble navigating her CFM spiked pumps walked past my two past colleagues and me.
She came up to me and asked if I'd like to party. I said, "No, thank you" with a smile.
My friends were busting on me as to why she chose to proposition me and completely neglected them, especially since they have been known to partake in hookers and I never have.
The consensus was:
1) it was sad that so pretty a young lady had chosen to work the street.
2) this was more anecdotal evidence that darker women inexplicably adore me.
When I was down in Florida, every morning I was at my mom's house I would take a 4 mile walk down Jog Road [that's Powerline Road to you Broward County sluts] to the Wakodahatchee wetlands park in Delray Beach.
I would listen to my MP3 player on the way there, and take it off to walk the park's boardwalk listening to the birds, insects, reptiles & amphibians.
I found it very relaxing.
My favorite was a Zen turtle slowly basking in the Florida sun.
I've requested this thread be moved to the Cage or Shitlist or even GPT. Whichever makes the big guy comfortable. I enjoy knowing what he's up to and the image Gunker posted early on has a huge role in that.
Edit: Elaborator made the quintessential image post. My bad.
I just hate wading through the enema backwash wastewater that Panzer, etc., have made of AWOP. Add to that the fact that other than sports I've receded from the real world.
After 7 years of being disabled, I've come to accept that, although I'm not going through the extremes endemic to bi-polar, the drugs leave me well enough to have about 15 effective hours a week average. I mostly numb without high and lows. But, no energy or drive. No depression but an extreme allergic reaction to even the most remote stress.
I'm not going to be able to reliably work again. Certainly not at the level I had become accustomed. I really hurts to admit that to myself.
So, I'm no longer part of mad rush I see from my window of the day-to-day world.
Also, I don't have any children, and it is clear that I won't have any. In one of the few things I agree with Hitler on, I think it would be beyond cruel to subject a descendant to the immeasurable pain of this disease. While I wouldn't ban others in my condition from opting to pass on their genes, it is something I cannot, in good conscience, do to someone I would love.
The world will go on without me and without my code. And, to me that means I don't get a say in how the world is or how it is going to be. But, it also has come to mean that I don't care what mess the rest of my species might make.
So, other than sports, I have NO INTEREST in current events, especially politics. And, other than watching them have sex or play for a team I root for, I have little to no interest in other people.
The chance of my even entering AWOP was near zero. I don't even "lurk" there. I may return to the Cage at some point, but not AWOP.
Should my condition suddenly improve and, hypothetically, Panzer, et. al., meet with, say, an unfortunate enema hose accident or be stabbed through the eye with an ice pick by an unpaid tranny hooker ... I will reconsider my position.
I can't relate to your situation but appreciate you hashing it out. Just having kids changes all of what you described. A person could be in your position exactly, but have kids, and have a totally different mindset and motivation. Maybe you should set out to impregnate all the meter maids in Weehauken.
Union City, maybe. It's just two long blocks west.
But, there aren't any meters in Weehawken. Just resident parking stickers. And, the person who regulates that is not only ancient and hates me, but a guy.
There was a movie about 10 or so years ago called "Double Parked" which was about a Union City or Jersey City metermaid with a Donny Long-ish ex-hubby. But, I've never seen one who looked like the star of that film, Callie Thorne [McNulty's wife in "The Wire"].
Hey! There's a picture of a convicted woman beater in my thread.
For posterity's sake, and for whatever use it has for the authorities, let me note that this is the same dude who has threatened me in the past and accused me of being a rival porn producer.
But, one-time before I committed myself I was provoked to act when some Wall Street type asshole was pulling a Donny Long.
I'm having a bit of a Lamictal moment, so I can't recall the details exactly, and honesty they aren't the interesting part.
IIRC, Mr. Clean-Cut-Expensive-Suit-Designer-Sunglasses-Inside-In-Winter decided to cut the 123 bus line on the 400 gate series of the PABT.
It was silly really. The line wasn't that long. Pure arrogance. Yet, to be honest, I didn't care. But, this young woman did. And, to be brief, he showered her with ugly insults when she asked he to go to the back of the line.
So there I was. Unhappy, mixed-state, suicidal, feeling powerless, feeling put upon, unsure, hulking, large, now beyond anger, scowling with like 3 years growth of beard and hair.
And, he catches my eye and says something like, "You want some of this, big guy?"
My face transforms into a pitbull growl, face contorted to squinty asian-like eyes and teeth shining through all the brillo-like hair.
And at deep top-voice I incant:
"It is I, Xibalba, the gate of Hell! COME THROUGH ME!!!," and let loose a wall-shaking scream.
He blanched and the others stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed as suddenly the scream seemed to propel me to him like a falling apple to Earth.
He took off and I stampeded after him. But, soon the soothing adrenaline and energy of hate gave way to the pain in my oft-operated knees and bitter reality.
What would/could I do if I caught him? And, what would happen to me then?
While he sprinted west along the long corridor, I turned, limped back. Quietly, with eyes locked to the dingy floor, I re-took my place in line. When I looked up, I caught the gaze of the stunned older Hispanic women behind me and said off-hand, "He won't be back".
30 years ago this very day, the young lady I adored above all others I have ever known made our breakup official. I have spoken of her in passing on occasion. The porn girl who most closely resembled her is Courtney Simpson, but she was pretty than Courtney. Her body was nothing like Courtney's, taller, 5'5', the frame thicker, slightly like Brynn Tyler, but with some excess.
I was pretty sure my banishment was coming since late March. She had grown distant and moody. In some ways it was I who made the decision for her.
But, that's another death threat from another guy for another day ...
Her birthday had come and gone without seeing me, which was profound and undeniable evidence of the impending coup de grâce.
I had prepared for a collection of 20 or so poems, for the end of her teens. The initial idea was that she could read them all but keep only 3. But, I had blown it and told her that in advance. So, I had been beaten down into allowing her to keep them all.
But, now, I was fairly sure the collection would be politely rejected and returned to me en masse.
After picking me up in her car, she soon found a familiar parking spot in a nearby park. I quickly discovered that my gift was not the focus of our meeting. She had made her decision and it wasn't to my liking. She was openly crying. I was doing my utmost not to, and though no tears left my eyes, it was clear they were moist.
She was taken aback by the fact that I did not say anything. After 12k posts, we all know that being quiet is not part of my being. She asked with sadness, frustration and some anger, "Do you have anything to say?"
I handed her the small looseleaf of poems.
Her mood brightened as she opened the volume. As she consumed the poems, I busied myself trying to memorize everything about her and played gently with her golden hair.
After she finished the poems [IIRC, there were 21, one for good luck, so to speak], she asked me if she could keep them as previously agreed upon. She kissed me gently when I nodded yes.
She tore out two pages [a poem she felt was so sexual to keep and the TOC that noted it's existence] and handed them to me.
I told her I had alot to think about and would prefer to walk. She rolled her eyes in that way she had when she thought I was being arrogant or disobedient [in her view, the latter was the former] and muttered, "Whatever" long before that was popular to say.
After she pulled away, the mysterious power that glued the tears to my eyes finally gave way.
It wasn't pervy. She was always thinking long term. All the others, though they spoke of love, she could bluff it off as friendship, but only if there was no evidence of contact.
So the poem went, and, to cover, it so did the TOC. I was shocked she kept the rest.
She was a goddess and knew it. Homecoming queen, etc.
Of that type, she was far more down to earth. But, goddesses can't get too far from the stars.
Fuckin' Firefox has caught the Steve C trend and updated on me without warning. The look is alot different. And, for some reason, it came up in "Work Offline".
So I've had to refresh each of the 150+ tabs endemic to my internet hunting/gathering.
And, a feature I liked, the little "reminder" of download progress in the lower right corner is gone.
Plus, it killed some add-ons I had since they are not compatible with the new version.
I have NO IDEA what advantages this has over the previous version, and what benefit any of those might have for my use. I'm still using a 2000 version of Office though I own a license to a newer version. I find that if an older product works for me, I'm better off running it [and it's lower memory demands] than a newer, clunkier, more "features" version.
At least Steve's gave us the Shout box. The window that was suppose to tell me the new Firefox features bombed. :p
I'm getting to be a grumpy old man and disliking alleged progress for alleged progress' sake.
I hesitate to post this since it might only be interesting to a fellow poster once of the "pale" ....
I had a bitter fight with Shoprite which I choose not to bore the board with. The end result is that I shop more at Pathmark than I used to and not at all at Shoprite.
Pathmark has those customer operated scanners to check out, which are convenient. This time for some reason I scanned my card before I hit "pay". I got all the way through to accepting the amount. For some reason once I did hit "pay", it didn't charge me the tax. I only noticed this once I got home.
I checked my Chase a/c and the amount is the amount I accepted: The pre-tax.
It dies with regularity. This version has shut itself down more often than all the previous versions I've used crashed combined.
And, most of the times it crashed in the past, it was after my PC was on for a long time. Now it will crash sometimes shortly after a reboot and other times it stays up for long periods without issue. I cannot isolate a pattern. But, it doesn't seem to like this board and HATES ESPN.com [maybe it's the annoying flash movies they seem to imbed in almost every single page!]
On the "plus" side, when it does work, it does close 10x faster or better when asked to close saving tabs. It does remember what was I downloading and tries to restart all the downloads. Also, even when it crashes it actually save the text of the post or whatever I was typing when it restores.
I swear I made a reasoned reply to Mr. Hungwell-O-Cock, but I'm not seeing it now. Maybe I just previewed and forgot to post. I've done that before.
In any case, my point to Dick/Myles was that he should view this thread for it benefits. Without it I would post my nonsense willy-nilly all over the board derailing countless threads.
Inside all the infectious vile ramblings are safely situated in one thread a person can easily choose to ignore.
But, like Jerkules & Bornyo said. Things are labelled for a reason.
Don't put the hot pepper on the food and complain it's too spicy.
I switch back and forth between Chrome and Firefox. I ended up blank slating my hard drive in recovery mode because something was going on that was keeping my computer from running exe. files.
To make a long story short now my issue with Firefox is an annoying Java Script error message that pops up from time to time and regularly comes up two times each time Firefox opens up.
Chrome has seemed to be more consistent than Firefox but Firefox has much better extensions and add ons. So if I am doing basic browsing I use Chrome and anything fancy I use Firefox.
I'm still using Firefox 3.somethingoranother. It rarely dies on me. Maybe go back to an older version? The only problem I have is with the Flashplayer crashing every so often. It's annoying but not so annoying that I'm pulling my hair out over it or anything.
Oh, and ESPN is a nightmare for me too, but like you said above, I think that has to do with that site being a total clusterfuck than anything being wrong with FF.
Dunno what y'all are talking about. Been using Firefox 4.0.1 since it came out with no problems. Kind'a disappointed they took away the refresh key though. :-\
Posted here not to derail my sale of Sicily to Gen:
Originally Posted By: tattypatty
i thought you'd be huge. You look more like Huskyman than Fatman...
Like I've said I'm more thick than flabby. More football lineman than soft-muscled man-tittied fatty. But, still I weigh between 270-280 in that pic. And at 5'11ish [I've lost an inch in the last two decades] I should weigh closer to 200.
I've weighed as much as 355.
But, I LOVE the name FatMan.
My assistant, who adored me, gave me the sobriquet when I used to work for a dying internet company.
I was on the 4th floor and most of the employees were on the 5th. I was separate since in addition to H/R duties, I did most of the negotiations with our creditors and our lack of funds was a state secret. In my two plus years there, I only was sure I could make payroll more than two days in advance three times.
If I had an issue with an employee, I would usually call him/her to come down to my desk. But, if I wanted to make a public point, I would go up and use public accountability to create a future deterrent, something I liked and warped to my own needs from TQM.
The 5th floor was a wild, stereotypical internet shop where beer drinking and foosball were more often performed, and certainly better executed, than writing decent HTML or Flash code.
My assistant was an adorable, brilliant, blue-eyed Eastern-European born Jersey City hip hop dancer, social butterfly, inexorable flirt, boob flasher and friend of everyone.
She HATED when I would go up there and play like I was Jesus among the money changers in the Temple.
If she saw me heading upstairs and out of earshot, she would call and announce "Fat Man Walking" to better prepare them for the unannounced visit.
It was supposed to be a secret code. But, they blabbed about it on blogs they created to complain about the company. And, I knew about the blogs because I had their internet use tracked.
I liked the label and kept it. Much to my surprise, as I signed up on things on the net, I found that there were 100's of FatMen.
Back to the weight: I've been stuck between 270 and 290 for a while. Mostly because I've been trying to pack up my stuff to move and it drains me emotionally to go thru stuff I've been avoiding.
Dunno what y'all are talking about. Been using Firefox 4.0.1 since it came out with no problems. Kind'a disappointed they took away the refresh key though. :-\
Do you have 100-150 tabs open in 3 FireFox windows while downloading 10-20 files at a time?
If so, maybe you have a better system than I. What operating system are you running?
Version 3 rarely went down on me. 2/3s of my current tabs were created under that version. I've even closed 50 to no success.
For refresh, I've been hitting F5 with much success. But, I too miss the on-screen button.
I'm still running XP sp2. And no, the most I think I've ever had open at any time is 20. I dunno, I think it maybe that the old system was lighter and more maneuverable. With the changes, I think they've added not a lot bang for way more of the buck.
Shredded 3 1/2 huge trash bags of mail and stuff today.
I feel that I'm making progress but what's left does seem quite daunting.
Still, I haven't been able to find the one piece of paper I desperately need. But, I've found other things.
Savings Bonds I forgot about.
Uncashed government checks.
Unused, now expired, bus and train tickets.
Tons of collectables.
Actual bills [all in the older form resembling the dollar bill, if you still remember those].
Jars of coins.
Emails and phone numbers from girls I never got back to.
Documentation I printed from now dead websites.
Countless unopened cards for birthdays, holidays, etc. Some of those that sent me stuff have died before ever noticed their mail.
So far, my favorite find was a Flip Wilson 8-Track.
After I started my organization/hunt, I took a couple of pictures. It took me a couple of weeks to re-find my camera - another benefit of the clean-up.
When I'm done, I post befores and afters just for Bornyo. I think this was his idea.
You should just take out a loan and mail order an eastern european. Not for fucking, you probably too busy downloading for it, but for maid and secretarial services.
You should just take out a loan and mail order an eastern european. Not for fucking, you probably too busy downloading for it, but for maid and secretarial services.
Fatty, you not a fan of all asians, or just Ms. Ling? With your recent comments on the Private line of cinema classic, I figure you'd rather a Czech or something from the Ukraine.
I'm not a big fan of girls who aren't small to medium breasted, small-nosed, light skinned and light eyed. I also tend to blonde hair, but I love tons of blue-eyed brunettes and have a fetish-y thing for cute firecrotches.
While most Asian women fit the boob requirement, few have button noses [theirs are often broader], few have white-white skin and even fewer have non-brown eyes. I'm not too into brown eyes, which I view, for some reason, as a male feature.
Since the features I desire are more often displayed on Czech/Hungarian actresses than black, Latin and Asians, I tend towards the former.
I'm also fascinated with how attractive Eastern bloc women can be since I was brainwashed to believe that they all were big, thick, hairy, with bad teeth and covered in acne.
So, based on my requisites, my favorite Asian is this one [at least pre-boob job]:
But, there are always case-by-case exceptions.
Like I find Misty Stone, Rebeca Linares and Roxy DeVille very attractive. And, I've been known to download select London Keys scenes.
But, almost all the Asian women I find in any way attractive are 1/2 white at least.
I've got a 1/2 Korean cousin who is exceptionally pretty, as was our bitch of a Grandmother, who aged very well. Maybe because only the good die young.
In my family, my 1/2 Asian cousin's beauty might only be outshined by my sisters', who is a stunner still at 48. But, between Grandma, sis and 'cuz', I'm not sure which could be the meanest bitch when prodded. Let's say like getting to the surface of the sun, no man would survive the trial.
My feud with T1a was based on her over-the-top reaction to my saying her suitcase pimp had a convict-style haircut in a pic she posted. Not on her being Asian. Or having hideous bolt-ons. Or even being so hideous unattractive, which she is.
I've been very sweet to girls who aren't my type. Gen & Sierra Sinn for example, both of whom were very funny.
Compare T1a's silliness to Gen's recent reply to a comment where she turns it around into a "Quote of the Week" and a wink.
I've been mean to at least two actresses I find attractive physically, Kelly Wells and Teagan Presley [at least pre-bolt-ons].
Gia isn't my type either. Though I tease Gia from time to time, I've never attacked her. And, in all honesty she ripped me pretty good in my first couple of years here. Most of the board hated me. So, if Tia's recent accusation about me was correct, I would have been going from thread to thread attacking Gia & Co.
But I didn't. Because, unlike T1a, GIA IS FUNNY AS ALL HELL. [says the man Gia condemned to cannibalize PAFH on a desert island]. So, I've always liked her.
The only reason I laid into Monica Foster was her Lexi Belle prevarication. Before that I was mostly nice to her.
And, to be honest, the only reason I even mentioned T1a recently is a on-going joke between me and a sometime poster who emails/PMs me stuff on her, Lexi Belle, etc, etc. Sometimes mentions of Tia or Lexi prompts him/her to contact me with interesting tidbits.
So, at times, I throw out references to see if s/he's lurking, reading and in a mood to share or plot trouble for me to get into.
But, really I don't care about T1a L1ng to actually dislike her. If she wasn't a porn whore, I'd probably have noticed her as much as I did Hungwell when he existed.
The only porn person I REALLY dislike is Donny Long.
I'm not a big fan of girls who aren't small to medium breasted, small-nosed, light skinned and light eyed. I also tend to blonde hair, but I love tons of blue-eyed brunettes and have a fetish-y thing for cute firecrotches.
While most Asian women fit the boob requirement, few have button noses [theirs are often broader], few have white-white skin and even fewer have non-brown eyes. I'm not too into brown eyes, which I view, for some reason, as a male feature.
Since the features I desire are more often displayed on Czech/Hungarian actresses than black, Latin and Asians, I tend towards the former.
I'm also fascinated with how attractive Eastern bloc women can be since I was brainwashed to believe that they all were big, thick, hairy, with bad teeth and covered in acne.
So, based on my requisites, my favorite Asian is this one [at least pre-boob job]:
But, there are always case-by-case exceptions.
Like I find Misty Stone, Rebeca Linares and Roxy DeVille very attractive. And, I've been known to download select London Keys scenes.
But, almost all the Asian women I find in any way attractive are 1/2 white at least.
I've got a 1/2 Korean cousin who is exceptionally pretty, as was our bitch of a Grandmother, who aged very well. Maybe because only the good die young.
In my family, my 1/2 Asian cousin's beauty might only be outshined by my sisters', who is a stunner still at 48. But, between Grandma, sis and 'cuz', I'm not sure which could be the meanest bitch when prodded. Let's say like getting to the surface of the sun, no man would survive the trial.
My feud with T1a was based on her over-the-top reaction to my saying her suitcase pimp had a convict-style haircut in a pic she posted. Not on her being Asian. Or having hideous bolt-ons. Or even being so hideous unattractive, which she is.
I've been very sweet to girls who aren't my type. Gen & Sierra Sinn for example, both of whom were very funny.
Compare T1a's silliness to Gen's recent reply to a comment where she turns it around into a "Quote of the Week" and a wink.
I've been mean to at least two actresses I find attractive physically, Kelly Wells and Teagan Presley [at least pre-bolt-ons].
Gia isn't my type either. Though I tease Gia from time to time, I've never attacked her. And, in all honesty she ripped me pretty good in my first couple of years here. Most of the board hated me. So, if Tia's recent accusation about me was correct, I would have been going from thread to thread attacking Gia & Co.
But I didn't. Because, unlike T1a, GIA IS FUNNY AS ALL HELL. [says the man Gia condemned to cannibalize PAFH on a desert island]. So, I've always liked her.
The only reason I laid into Monica Foster was her Lexi Belle prevarication. Before that I was mostly nice to her.
And, to be honest, the only reason I even mentioned T1a recently is a on-going joke between me and a sometime poster who emails/PMs me stuff on her, Lexi Belle, etc, etc. Sometimes mentions of Tia or Lexi prompts him/her to contact me with interesting tidbits.
So, at times, I throw out references to see if s/he's lurking, reading and in a mood to share or plot trouble for me to get into.
But, really I don't care about T1a L1ng to actually dislike her. If she wasn't a porn whore, I'd probably have noticed her as much as I did Hungwell when he existed.
The only porn person I REALLY dislike is Donny Long.
What I read from all that is that you are turned on by the master race and incest. You also aren't particularly fond of pan faced koreans who look like her plastic surgeon was inspired by H.R. Giger.
I find it rather comical that you type t1a l1ng , lol, funniest thing i've seen you do actually. Somewhat of an interesting read actually ... but our feud had nothing to do with your comment on my hubby's haircut. If that's all it was , we'd get along fine
I have my own unique theory on why the ancestors of today's Maya built these structures. I think it was to assure them tourists jobs in the centuries to come.
They were selling junk EVERYWHERE!
The best line I heard while there: "In Mexico, there is a very fine line between souvenir and garbage."
Many cooled off in the sacred waters of the sinkholes endemic to the region after the tour.
Yes! Love it... how long did you spend over there? This reminds me when I spent a week in Mexico City (Polanco) and the surrounding areas. Took a day trip to Teotihuacan to see the pyramids. They had massive penii made out of obsidian for sale. Watched tequila made within the heart of the blue agave, tasted it, loved it. Good times!
My stepmom wanted a "family vacation" and took any member of the family that wanted to one of those "all inclusives" for a week in Cancun, the largest American neighborhood in Mexico born about 40 years ago.
My stepsisters, hubbys and kids went. My bro and sis opted out. It's too phony for them. And, though it was very nice, they are both used to better and neither is going to waste precious vacation days on this. My sister loves to scuba dive. She rather make friends with a cuttle fish, help some University count squid or swim on the back of a sea turtle [all of which I've seen her do on DVD].
Hanging on the beach, a buffet breakfast and theme restaurants aren't much of a substitute.
Most of the vacation was spent on the beach with my elder stepsister's husband complaining about the food. He's a very picky eater. She would have killed him.
I got many smiles from the Mayan-descendant staff because I would try to order what I could in Spanish. No one else really bothered. But, I do that here, too, when shopping in Union City.
On the next to last day, my younger stepsister, her husband and I opted to take a day trip to see Chichen Itza. I loved the site. I hated the bus ride.
On the way home, we stopped off for what was billed as a traditional Mayan meal. It seems that Mayas ate overcooked and undercooked foods buffet style. Traditional Mayan fare includes chicken florentine, french fries and spaghetti.
Anyway, after witnessing this traditional waiting-for-people-to-clear-the-buffet dance, I surmised that the reason the Mayan culture failed was that the men decided it was degrading to wear ugly clog sandals and they realized bottles of alcohol were a food/drink and not a fashion accessory.
CHARIN MIGHT ENJOY THIS ... THE REST OF YOU NOT SO MUCH!
In my clean up today I've come across a score card from a Mets/Dodgers game at Shea 29 years ago Sunday.
IIRC, Fernando kicked our butts the day before. I went with a fellow Met fan, his fraternity brother [a Dodger fan] and the brother's girlfriend [who owned the car and found my enthusiastic rooting obnoxious].
It was the soon-to-be failed year of "By George, We Got It!" when George's Bamberger and Foster joined the team. So, there was great disappointed when the team lost like 100 games.
Oddly, I remember it being pretty well attended and surprised we had to pay quite a bit for scalped boxes. So my memory is likely faulty here ... the Mets rarely drew fans then, like now.
Also, oddly, the Mets won the game. But, I think they started GREAT that year and faded. At least that's how I remember it.
The best memory of this game wasn't part of the action. Some bozo ran on the field and former Buffalo cornerback John Stearns laid him out like it was a Jet game.
I went to one other game that year: Joe Torre's "return" with the Braves who had one of the best starts ever. The Mets won that game, too. [I was mad because Kingman didn't play. Always wanted to see a Kingman homer in person, never did. They started Staub, who was hitting like .100, but got a big double].
The next game I went to was a Seaver start in 1983 when Strawberry first came up from the minors. This time just after finals ... so it must have been almost a year from the Dodgers game. So, I saw my first in person Seaver win, Strawberry blast and Strawberry outfield assist ... gunning a guy out at the plate! Loved his arm.
Oddly, my favorite memory of the game was a Ron Hodges bases-loaded walk. I HATED Ron Hodges. There was NO ONE in the stands. NO ONE. 5k. MAYBE 7k. We got boxes in the front section between home and 1B. I was yelling at Hodges to "take". I used to say "He's DEADLY while taking." because he COULD NOT hit. When he got the walk the fans that heard and appreciated my abuse of him, joined me in a standing ovation.
I remember the manager of the other team being Dick Williams, who used quite a few pitchers at a time when it wasn't as common as it is now. So, I'm inferring it was the Padres, but I really don't remember.
I've got to handle some business that will keep me from my PC for about a week. Catch you guys, gals, and half-trannies then ...
I'm not a big fan of girls who aren't small to medium breasted, small-nosed, light skinned and light eyed. I also tend to blonde hair, but I love tons of blue-eyed brunettes and have a fetish-y thing for cute firecrotches.
While I like LBFM I have to say Japanese chicks are the Cadillac of Asian chicks. They are so sweet, demure, and feminine they make the young WASP cheerleaders types you foam at the mouth over look like 50 year old bull dykes just off from a 20 year prison stint.
We've had this discussion before, and I agree that the Japanese women are the only attractive Asians. All the other breeds look like pie-faced, slant-eyed flat-nosed whores.
Edit: btw, we still call 'em "Orientals" down here.
We've had this discussion before, and I agree that the Japanese women are the only attractive Asians. All the other breeds look like pie-faced, slant-eyed flat-nosed whores.
Edit: btw, we still call 'em "Orientals" down here.
We've had this discussion before, and I agree that the Japanese women are the only attractive Asians. All the other breeds look like pie-faced, slant-eyed flat-nosed whores.
Edit: btw, we still call 'em "Orientals" down here.
Sounds like you need to take a trip to Chengdu. I still think Japanese chicks are the hottest, but the Chengdu girls can definitely compete.
Fatty, thoughts on Freddie Coupon trashing his players?
If I'm Reyes or Beltran, I punch my ticket out of town by letting some Madoff digs go during interviews. I'd do it in spanish too, that way someone has to translate it for Fred.
Wright has another year on his contract, he might have a harder time of forcing the issue.
More Irish & Slavic than WASP, but I understand the point.
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Fatty, thoughts on Freddie Coupon trashing his players?
As noted, I cannot stand the Wilponzis. I continue to batter them [and get my posts removed]. I didn't want him. I feared the worst when Doubleday sold out since he opposed the addition of Piazza [and did his best to undermine the resigning].
This was confirmed in the Mets doing everything possible to discredit ARod with what should have been disappointed Met fans before his signing with the Rangers. And, once again when he defamed Vlad Guerrero's back when his comments and disinterest further discounted Vlad's price to the Angels.
But, neither one of those guys you mentioned is very aggressive or vengeful. Neither has a history of talking any trash with anyone. They have always been good citizens. And, other than Beltran in 2005, both have always performed well when healthy.
What Wagner or Delgado would have said in such an instance would been interesting, though.
Shakespeare may believe I have died another death.
The continuing failures of Firefox to stay up when idly downloading have forced a "strategic withdrawal" and I am currently typing this through newly downloaded Chrome.
My first download is about to complete.
I am curious as to what that will do with incomplete downloads. I was never happy with Firefox on that account -- it always noted them completed. You had to check the size yourself.
It's finished. Sadly, the Chrome file info doesn't directly show size. Well, that's one for Firefox ...
Another thing about the Wilpon's and their delusions: When it came out they were selling a piece of the team, it was 200mill for 25%. Now the last I heard is 200mill for 49%, because the potential partner will have to assume 49% of the debt, about 200mill. This would lead me to believe that the Family had the Mets leveraged to the max MLB allows. Imagine how highly leveraged the stadium and their points in SNY are, with out any MLB limits? Probably why those assets aren't included.
Truly a house of cards that a stiff fart will topple. They take the Madoff trustee to trial, they will probably be bankrupt by the legal fees, much less the clawback.
After what happened with Mo Vaughn, I don't blame them for being gun shy with Vlad. Arod...they should have made an offer, even if it could have been construed as insulting. Lure of NYC marketing potential may have gotten him to take less.
Also, when they start the fire sale, they would be well served to dump Bay and eat 6 of the 16mill/year he's owed. Some team would give quality prospects for that guy at 10mill/yr.
Imagine how highly leveraged the stadium and their points in SNY are, with out any MLB limits?
... and, by inference, the rest of their real estate "empire".
The Wilpons are interesting since they are 100% private and have never been sued. So, their finances are a complete unknown even to the best minds of the WSJ, etc.
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When it came out they were selling a piece of the team, it was 200mill for 25%.
What I heard was that MLB valued the team at about one billion and they were selling about 40% for 400MM with NO SAY in the team.
Some bidders wanted shares in SNY and were rebuffed. I don't really keep up with these reports since I think some of them are inventions of the media and others wishful thinking on the part of the Wilponzis. The latest I recall was the 400MM in cash/debt for 49% you relate, but with the added caveat of two seats on the board.
So, while the new minority owners wouldn't be able to vote anything down, they would have to be fully informed [in theory], and if there were a family split, they might be able to wrench control.
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After what happened with Mo Vaughn
Vaughn is a sore point for me since I didn't want him. I don't say that as revisionist. I thought the moves for Alomar and Burnitz were genius. So, I've been wrong as well. But, signing an unproven fatty off injury bothered me.
And, this defines the Mets. They make a mistake and to avoid repeating it, they don't correct it.
Plus, Vaughn cost them close to nothing out-of-pocket. His contract was insured. And, they deferred almost all of their costs to invest his salary in Maddoff.
Even if they weren't interested in ARod. Let's assume they knew and cared about his 'riod-ing. Why pick petty fights with him? Just don't sign him. Still pisses me off [as you can see...]
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they would be well served to dump Bay and eat 6 of the 16mill/year he's owed.
Knowing them they'll offer to defer his salary to 10 million a year for 100 years or something equally ridiculous.
I may go to the June 2nd day game if ticket prices continue to tumble. If so, I will try to situate myself behind the plate in a middle deck and chant "Sell the Team!" in full voice at each and every opportunity.
Fatscesa keeps talking about tickets on StubHub, good seats going for $5.00. If I was anywhere near Queens, I'd go to games just because it is cheaper than going to the Cyclones.
Fatscesa keeps talking about tickets on StubHub, good seats going for $5.00.
For the game in question, there are upperdeck seats going for $3. Which is about what I paid the last time I went when the stubhub charges for purchase and delivery out did the tickets.
The seats I have my eye on currently are going for $16.
If I go, I'll be going with my dad and his schedule isn't as flexible as mine. So, I don't know if he'll be available until the day before or so.
I like going to the Cyclones because I get to visit the "real" Nathans and the streets of my young childhood. Maybe when/if I go this year I'll take some pics.
Chrome has issues with ESPN.com as well. Keeps locking up because of some unnamed unresponsive plug-ins. Whatever they are I don't know. I didn't add anything to Chrome.
It's doing well today. Didn't work the first day without bombing. I don't know if it was something specific on the New York page or if it had to catch up with some flash update or whatever.
I DVD two shows on LOGO. Absolutely Fabulous. Daria.
I usually fastforward thru the commercials and don't notice them.
Today I had Absolutely Fabulous on while typing and didn't FF.
They had different versions of the same commercials on regular TV, but with a gay theme. For example, the same guy who walks into a bar with men and women in a History Channel commercial, walks into a bar with only men. I would think they would do a different commercial and not tape a gay variant.
They also have a bunch of FSA asking us not to use "Fag". So, I'm going to do my best to use it all the time.
T For example, the same guy who walks into a bar with men and women in a History Channel commercial, walks into a bar with only men.
"Why would a young gentlemen want to go somewhere with a bunch of other men instead of his best girl?I'd much rather get some poon than play a game of grab ass.I guess life really can be like a box of chocolates."
Mets found their money mark. $200 mill, no say, no SNY, unknown if the guy has right of first refusal.
Deal is shady as hell. This Einhorn guy's childhood best friend was next door neighbors w/Selig in Milwaukee. Selig's lawn was a homerun when they were playing ball.
Selig sent Sandy Alderson to run the baseball operations. Now when Freddie couldn't find a buyer that didn't want points in SNY or ROFR or say in the franchise, Selig sets him up with a buddy. This is right up there with the Red Sox/Expos/Marlins shuffling.
If MLB has an anti trust exemption from Congress, Congress should appoint the Commissioner. Selig is a fucking joke.
Yeah. I saw that. Like many on the boards my first reaction was the childish:
"Finkle is Einhorn!"
The Selig thing is interesting. I don't like that it's a Wall Street scoundrel. Didn't they get into this because of a Wall Street scoundrel?
I'm assuming that Einhorn sees this as a chance to either flip an asset or leverage a sale. Or maybe it's just a favor to Bud for future considerations.
Panzer, would granny be sad if you brought home a bleck?
Brought a story to mind. I never cared for my Russian grandmother. Her parents were from the Ukraine. She was the first of her sibling born in the US. More on her another time ...
... and more to the point that came to mind ...
My father's youngest brother brought back a souvenir from his time in Korea, a wife.
After an accident ended his promising Rodeo career [odd for a Brooklyn-born Yid], he served in the Army after the Korean War. While in Korea he met and fell in love with a daughter of a local leader friendly to Americans and looking to become one.
Years later we were sitting in my father's sisters house and my Korean aunt was talking about how see met my uncle, how excited her parents were that she had found an American [since, like I said, they were angling for a way to move here], BUT he never explained to her what being Jewish was. And, so she never thought it important to mention to her parents.
Aunt "Nazi Tia": "If they knew he was Jewish, they never would have let him marry me."
Grandma: "What a Shandeh! Bubalah, we never felt that way about you. [rubbing her arm, like a mafia guy gives a kiss] When my tatelleh enlisted, we just said a kina hora that the Army didn't post him in Africa."
Enjoyed a "Subway Series" game at CitiField yesterday.
My best friend's sister got his kid 3 tickets to the game for graduation from one of those NYC very expensive, frou-frou private elementary schools. The kid's friend, who is also a avid Mets fan was suppose to be the third.
The reason for there being three tickets required in the first place is that my friend HATES pro sports. So, that third person is there so at least the kid has someone to talk to about the game, strategy, etc.
I was a last minute replacement for the friend. So, there was me in my Brooklyn Cyclone's hat, orange Mr. Met shirt and Met sock. The kid in his classic blue Met hat [which the team almost never wears anymore] and #5 David Wright jersey. And, my friend, in a shirt that in Russian says something like "Show us your tits!!".
The packed stadium was about equally divided between Met and Yankee fans. Like at Yankee Stadium, the majority of those with tickets for the best/most expensive seats spend the entire game in the restaurant/club.
I was fascinated by the number of "mixed" couples. A guy in his Yankee stuff and the girl in her Mets gear ... and vice versa. My first look at what would be a common theme was when I boarded the 123 at Pleasant. A mixed couple entered the bus with us.
We had decent tickets. Second section of field level along the left field foul line. The way the new seats are, seated fans never block your view. The only blind spot is right in front of you. You cannot tell if a ball hit deep down the left field line lands fair or foul.
The Yankee fans were virtually silent until their first hit in the 4th, IIRC, when Cano doubled. Then they rocked the place and we Met fans tried to drown them out.
The population shifted after the top of the 8th when the Yankees took the lead. The specter of the Yankees sweeping the Mets seemed too much for many Met fans and the demographics changed to 60/40 Evil Empire.
This promised to get even worse when the Mets squandered 2 two-out walks with our leading hitter with RISP taking a called third strike.
But, oddly many Yankee fans left, too. Maybe it was the mixed couples thing.
So, as the game headed into the bottom of the ninth, the best reliever in baseball history strode to the mound. And, after making short work of the first two Mets, he had worthless, overpaid Jason Bay down to his last strike and walked him. Duda promptly singled him to third.
Interestingly, Ronny Paulino, a righty who kills lefties, was sent up to bat for lefty Thole. It seems that Collins and the Mets think it is better to hit Mariano from the right side. Beltran chose not to bat lefty, for example. And, after going down 0-2, Paulino gave me a special moment.
I was THERE when Mariano blew a save!!
I was in euphoria when Jeter-lite missed the ball. But, Gardner expected it, pounced on the ball and threw Duda out to extend the game.
Most of the Yankee fans left after the play at the plate. By the time Jason Bay redeemed part of his season with the winning single, the crowd was 70/30 Mets in my estimation.
So while I was denied seeing Jose in person in a Mets uniform for the last time, I did get an unexpected walk-off win with Jason Bay, of all people, scoring the tying run and driving in the winning run.
And, I felt Fatcesa called it since he stressed on Friday that the Yankees should NEVER walk Mets at CitiField since they have no power. The last two runs got BBs.
So my collection of Bison, Bay and Beltran won on BBs. Seems fitting.
Nice day for you Fatty. Did the kid love it? Too bad you sisn't get to see Reyes.
Now for the mixed couples, chicks are allowed to be Mets fans, they don't know shit about sports. And Met losses gives you a reason to console them and seem like a nice guy. If it weren't for chicks and fags, there would be no Mets fans.
About half the "mixed" chicks were Met fans, the rest Yankee.
I noticed that if the chick had implants, she was almost surely a Yank fan.
But, also, in all honesty, most if not all the very hottest, slutty looking girls were in navy and white with the Tiffany designed interlocking NY, and each slut troupe had it's own offering to Mariano, Jeter, ARod, Teixeira, etc, without duplicate.
A surprise was the number of sluts tagged Swisher.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 07/04/1107:36 PM
Originally Posted By: Uomo Grassissimo!!
I noticed that if the chick had implants, she was almost surely a Yank fan.
The fact that you can spot such massacres speaks volumes. Hello. Is this thing on?
Proves My Point a Pseudo Intellectual would actually argue that they aren't "intellectuals" because they don't have the IQ necessary to even under stand the term. Furthermore, you go on and gravitate the the term "Lunch Counter" that one of the grey matter challenged throws out. So are you and MLK bellying up to the Lunch Counter to discuss the significance of Anita Hill's pubic hair in the coca cola? Lunch Counter, Yeah me, Alice, and Sam The Butcher allays chew the fat about the latest fake cancer porn whore proclamations.
Proves My Point a Pseudo Intellectual would actually argue that they aren't "intellectuals" because they don't have the IQ necessary to even under stand the term. Furthermore, you go on and gravitate the the term "Lunch Counter" that one of the grey matter challenged throws out. So are you and MLK bellying up to the Lunch Counter to discuss the significance of Anita Hill's pubic hair in the coca cola? Lunch Counter, Yeah me, Alice, and Sam The Butcher allays chew the fat about the latest fake cancer porn whore proclamations.
The Pseudo Intellectual
Stupid Whores gona Stupid Whore
What are the intellectual guidelines involving capatilization? You are the expert.
not to pile on but "understand" is one word. just sayin.
welcome back btw. where you been/how's things?.
This is great. The more they try not to be the more they are just defining the observation I made. Yeah I'm back and things here suck. The new posters are embarrassingly like ADT. Nothing interesting is happening in the Porn World. Porn is dead when Donny Long's aid riddle body stops functioning which should by any day now
maybe that too but i was attempting to help him along.
he was desperately trying to carry that "whores gonna wh0re" line around with him. maybe he got flustered. happens i guess?.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 03/02/1204:29 PM
Originally Posted By: LouCypher
i guess he got flustered. happens i guess?.
Who got flustered? Nate the "ex-Air Force Officer?" Nate "I can't spell Plantagenet" Badpseudonym? Nate of the unfunny GIF sigs so huge they needed their own domain?
Nate posted something on my profile about the fat girl inside people. I feel honored to be let in on Nate's fetish for bbws burrowing a strap-on deep inside him. I've always liked the dude. He's not afraid to ask interesting questions. Don't worry, Nate. It doesn't mean you're gay. Your sexuality is very advanced.
Mopez still has the best post on Gia's profile. Every once in a while I check the profile pages of posters on the first page of the member list to see if he's been around.
What does Mario Van Peebles have to do with this? That's who that third guy is right?
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 03/16/1205:28 PM
I still laugh at the snoozing post icon...
Originally Posted By: LouCypher
i guess he got flustered. happens i guess?.
Originally Posted By: J.B.
Who got flustered? Nate the "ex-Air Force Officer?" Nate "I can't spell Plantagenet" Badpseudonym? Nate of the unfunny GIF sigs so huge they needed their own domain?
Do we really need 85 different pictures and YouTube videos after every post? It's like scrolling through the Exile on Main Street album cover 20 times on every page.
It would be OK to have all the pics and .gifs and videos if they actually meant something. I'm sure they do, but we're not deep enough to figure it out.
Ya know, it sucks that he said he never checks the email that is listed in his profile. Maybe he looks at his YouTube videos once in a while. You could maybe contact him through the comment section.
He's either institutionalized or living with/near his mom in Florida. Only way he'd dead is if he rapid detoxed himself again, to get hallucinations from the withdrawals of the psych meds. Grown ass man, looking forward to the DTs so much he got piss jugs on stand by. <<shakes head>>
I knew we hadn't seen the last of the Fatman. Welcome back, Bro.
I became curious about the site again when I realized I wasn't all that far from the infamous "Chatsworth, CA".
Thought about visiting JM. But, I didn't even know if the site, or even company, even existed any more. Let alone if they would know who the fatman was. I mean if I'm going to get my photo taken by hidden FBI cameras, the people I'm visiting better know me.
And, felt searching for XXX stuff over the hotel internet to find out wasn't the best of ideas.
Plus, I've driven about 1 hour since Oct 2004. Maybe I was right to accept my sister's admonishment that rediscovering my instincts on LA freeways in a rental car would end badly. So I passed.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 03/19/1306:16 PM
Originally Posted By: Uomo Grassissimo!!
And, felt searching for XXX stuff over the hotel internet to find out wasn't the best of ideas.
It's still a better idea than trying to re-learn how to drive in Los Angeles. Just as well, though. You got a chance to meet Steve here before you left, yes?
Last year ... 1st Sunday in May ... my cruise ship, the Maasdam arrived in Charleston, SC. We weren't in port long. Like 8 AM to 4PM. Which is really 7 hours since they don't let you off until at least a 1/2 hour after you arrive and want you back a 1/2 hour before they depart.
I did their tour of Fort Sumter. Mistake. Would have been better just to take a cab there and then explore on my own.
The tour is really run by the national park service. I did have the advantage of a plethora of Staten Island Ferry rides, so I positioned myself perfectly at the bow to get the best view/pics.
There were even a couple of playful dolphins who approached the boat before the return trip.
Enjoyed the fort. Didn't enjoy the bus ride after the fort. Things we were supposed to visit we just drove by quickly ... like the pastel colored houses along the shore.
I wanted a picture or two of the painted ladies. the Old Slave Mart. Instead we stopped to see the outside of some museum and a couple of alleged haunting houses.
My mom had a far better experience. She felt seeing the fort from the shore was good enough. So she ani her walker went out on her own. She found a bus that was free. And some random people were more than happy to help her on and off. The bus filled quickly and a little kid whined about not having a seat. So my mom unfolded her walker and invited him to sit. After a short hesitation, the boy accepted. My mom was delighted when he wanted to stay on the fold out chair of her walker near her when seats opened up rather than in the back with his family.
It's not good to search XXX stuff on hotel networks? What about hooker sites?
Good for ME.
Don't use my repressed, paranoid self as a yardstick.
Remember. I used to be in charge of a computer unit for the government. I used to help with investigations. I used to go on search warrants for the NYS police.
Just because I used to track visited IPs for people who had the right to do so doesn't mean someone else might be doing it over a public network for people investigating tourists from other countries, etc., at the moment I'm looking to see if Jeff is still breathing, working, etc., etc.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there is no one out to get you.
Whaddaya think of Boringho's ascent to "power"? The dude has had a serious hard on fore me for months and it's all been borrring. Dude is an ol' sun dried redneck mouth breathing pedo....
Whaddaya think of Boringho's ascent to "power"? The dude has had a serious hard on fore me for months and it's all been borrring. Dude is an ol' sun dried redneck mouth breathing pedo....
Of this ascent I am only aware that he and Gia seem to be the sole active mods of forums I post in.
I myself am relatively old and can be very verbose and boring.
Of the rest, I can't relate. I'm a husky, lighty-caramel-tanned teen-obsessed matzoh-eater. So, it's not my place to judge.
That 70s show just ended on the Family channel and this show I've never heard of comes on.
My point is that there's a blonde that's remotely familiar on the screen.
I was SHOCKED to find that it was the remains of what was Melissa Joan Hart. She's one of the VERY few celebs I ever met, back in 1997 when the company I worked for was designed a site for her.
I was SHOCKED to find that it was the remains of what was Melissa Joan Hart. She's one of the VERY few celebs I ever met, back in 1997 when the company I worked for was designed a site for her.
What the hell happened??? She looks in her 40s!
Sad. F-ing sad.
i think thats because she is or damn near close.she was like 20 already when she had that stupid show on nickelodeon when i was a kid:clariss explains it all(maybe melissa).
Whaddaya think of Boringho's ascent to "power"? The dude has had a serious hard on fore me for months and it's all been borrring. Dude is an ol' sun dried redneck mouth breathing pedo....
Don't act like a bitch Nate. You came outta the box trying to ride his junk, and now that he got a hard on, you tryin to play victim . Sad excuse for a hate bot.
Don't act like a bitch Nate. You came outta the box trying to ride his junk, and now that he got a hard on, you tryin to play victim . Sad excuse for a hate bot.
Fatman, if you have a free afternoon, please read the "tale of two titties" thread in the Cage. It is about 5 down from the top. Offer an opinion or tell us at which point you tapped out. Thanks.
I made the mistake of starting it when I really didn't have the time to finish.
As another person with elements of narcissistic personality disorder, I can see some of the same elements in myself [thus turning Frankie's thread into something about me].
The theme and the emotion drew me in more than the writing.
The lack of capitalization makes my mind hurt. Similar, but not the same, as people who chose ALL CAPS.
Having not been in the room with Frankie, I can't tell where the inappropriate actions of the therapist end and where Frankie's projection of his own lust upon her begin.
I have had female therapists. Most of them attractive. I have NEVER had one say anything remotely sexual to me.
In general, I like my psychiatrist to concentrate on medicine and be male and get my therapy from psychologists with doctorates who are female. However, my most effective therapist was a male CSW. But, that experience hasn't changed my leanings.
I, too, have been prescribed Risperdal for my bi-polar.
It didn't end well. Oddly Jamesn predicted as much.
My psychopharm [female, against my wishes] had me on Lamictal, Effexor, Wellbutrin [for sexual side effects from the Effexor] and Risperdal.
How Frankie remains awake and losing weight on Risperdal amazes me. I could not. In fact, it turned out that she kept me on the Risperdal solely to replace sleeping pills which were ineffective.
In the end, her witch's brew and lack of communication with me when I had to restart Lamictal from low dose, led to my committal in 2007. The first things they took me off were Wellbutrin and Risperdal.
You will easily note the contrast with Frankie's intended.
My affinity being more for nordic, celtic, blondes and his with unnatural caricatures of mammary glands.
While I found her somewhat attractive, I pretty sure she found no men attractive. She also had the aura of eating order about her.
But, she was tough yet caring. And, would provoke me.
She did engage me about doing better things with my time. She tried to get me to engage with real women instead of downloading and jerking off. She was aware of my XPT posting, and though she was offended by porn and bought wholesale the feminist rants of its woman abuse, she would let me show her posts of which I most proud on her PC during my session. [Maybe twice it happened].
However, it must be noted that she was the ONLY therapist I had the need and desire to be so "open" towards re XPT.
Which is why I am prejudiced toward suspicion of mostly "projection" re my brother of brain-chemistry-malfunction, Frankie.
i see what youre saying,but im very pessimistic so me projecting anything or taking things out of context isnt very likely.ive never seen a bush like that before in my life(outside of porn from the 70s).her telling me to be sure to call her when i got my car multiple times in the same session.i dont think it was so she could congratulate me.the way she started to sensually touch my forearm to elbow to guide me into the room on more recent sessions.but whatever,all of it got me nothing other than a broken heart.
OK. It was about 3 month before I signed onto this forum.
The Weehawken police had enough of me. In June 2004 my dad gave me his old car thinking it might be of use to me. I decided that my buddy and I could split the insurance, etc., I'd have a car for that one day a month it would be of use to me.
By October I got ill. And, at some point in 2005 my friend decided it was better that he have his own car than have to deal with trying to get in contact with me while I was cutting myself off from the world.
End result: I have a car I forget I have that sits outside my apartment.
The Weehawken police ignore my car as best they can.
There are at least 3 times they post "emergency no parking/tow away" where I don't move the car and they don't tow it.
Finally after a bad snow in late 2005/early 2006 they decide enough is enough. They spend more then 10 minutes ringing my bell and pounding on my door to get me to move the car. But, as is my wont, I don't reply. In fact I sit in my apartment with my headphones listening to my TV or something.
Months pass. It's April 2006. I try to renew my license only to find that I can't. My license was suspended for failing to show in court for the ticket on the car.
They did try to notify me. Their error was attempting it my mail. Since the anthrax thing just after 9/11, I don't do mail. I never liked mail. And, it seemed a good time to cut it off for good.
So I did not know. And, I was living on my savings. So I decided that since I wasn't planning on ever having a car again, why pay?
Fast forward to 2011. My mom wants me to get my license so she has a backup/replacement driver for my stepdad. Plus, the transit in Florida sucks. Especially when compared with what I had in NJ/NY.
But, I don't want to deal with it. The ticket and penalty must be a fortune by now. And will they reinstate my license after 5 years of suspension?
I knew you don't deal with the mail, I always wondered how that came about. I vaguely recall you talking about a friend or relative coming over and sending in checks, dealing with that sort of mail stuff. Also remember boxes or sacks of unopened mail. Do you order things from Amazon or anyplace online? If so how do you deal with that?
What do you use for photo id if you have to do banking in person or fly or something? Or do you not have to do any of that?
Spring changes to Summer changes to Fall. I walk the "100 steps", the name of a public staircase in Weehawken that had 101 steps. I head into Town Hall. I attempt to get an idea on what I owe.
They have to look it up. While they look I try to figure it out myself. Abandoning a car. Towing a car. Emergency No Parking. Expired Resident Sticker. Plus court costs. Plus penalty. It's looking like several hundred bucks.
It's under a 100. All they charge me for is having an uninspected vehicle, something I didn't even think of, and the lowest of the possible fines. That plus penalty plus a Weehawken fine for having a fine. Seventy something bucks.
Then they argue because it seems someone forgot to put out a warrant on me for having an unpaid ticket that long. I think they forgot on purpose.
But now I have to go to DMV to clear the suspension. That I KNOW costs $100.
It is Xmas eve 2011. I take a bus that goes directly from Weehawken to Bayonne, the closest DMV that deals with suspensions.
I'm the only one on the bus. It runs 5 times a day only in the morning from this direction and won't pick up any passengers after Journal Square ... just drop off.
I wait outside the DMV while they open late due to installing decorations. The mob is a bit restless. Few have their documents.
I go to clear my suspension. It took quite a while. No one in front of me has their right papers. The system doesn't show them paid. One argues so much he is arrested.
Finally my turn. I have my papers. They show me paid. They clear me, but I have to return to the first line to get a new number for the license line.
Once I clear that, wait my turn, the clerk apologizes since I no longer appear on the system. A supervisor comes. Another apology. It seems I've waited too long. I have to start again. Learner's permit, road test, etc.
I thank them. Inform them that I am moving. I'll get the license in NY or FL.
I knew you don't deal with the mail, I always wondered how that came about. I vaguely recall you talking about a friend or relative coming over and sending in checks, dealing with that sort of mail stuff. Also remember boxes or sacks of unopened mail. Do you order things from Amazon or anyplace online? If so how do you deal with that?
What do you use for photo id if you have to do banking in person or fly or something? Or do you not have to do any of that?
My on-line orders were mostly CompUSA [really TigerDirect] and they come UPS. UPS doesn't like to come more than once. And, after a while they don't even bother ringing. They bring all the packages in the neighborhood to the deli on the corner. The owner then yells "You got a package!" when you are pouring your own coffee.
I don't know why he does it. Some people actually give him crap about their stuff. But, he still does it. He'd even call me if I was in one of my hiding moods and forgot I backordered something to let me know it was still there.
I don't do banking in person. My dad is on my account and he deals with any issues. He likes that stuff. I do not.
For ID I use a passport. While I don't do mail or drive, I do travel.
It sometimes means interesting surprises. Like the fact that they don't know how to scan that for age confirmation for getting a beer at CitiField.
In fact, my brother and my best friend were annoyed that this trendy bar we were attempting to enter for a party was scanning the licenses and had a memory stick attached like they were saving data. They didn't like it one bit. But, their bigger issue was what would unpredictable Mr. Paranoid do about that. I just handed him my passport which he had no idea how to scan.
The next time they went to that bar, they each brought their passports.
They can also scan your vehicles tag while driving by and go through parking lots at concerts and other large gatherings checking for stolen cars and any other things that pop up.
I got nailed for expired registration last year via License Plate scan. Another time, 4-5 years ago, I was nailed for Driving While Suspended by the same means.
It sucked because my license should not have been suspended. 3 hours of phone work between DMV in NY and in NJ and I got the letter stating as much 2 days before I got the letter stating that my license was suspended. DWS was thrown out, which blew up their search of my vehicle, but it was either eat a Loitering in a Known Drug Area or go to trial on the CDS and Paraphernalia charges. I paid the $237 and haven't driven in that town since.
If the cops make enough drug busts on a stretch of highway, it can become "a known drug area". Fucking ridiculous.
I've been pulled over three times I can remember ...
First was in 1985. I was in desperate straits for a parking spot when I just moved to Albany only to discover that the little side street I turned down was one-way the other way. The cops let me off completely.
Second in 1987. Driving while wearing headphones in PA. Got a warning since he discovered in conversation that I ref-ed his HS footgame game between Allen & Dieruff. That and his embarrassment for finding the suspicious white powder he saw was from donuts.
Last in the 1990s when I got a ticket for driving a commercial vehicle on Park Ave. It was a Labor Day Parade float. Beat it in court. Long story.
Sure a "New Hope" as better than "Revenge of the Sith", but if Lucas had the same tools in 70s he had when he made Sith he would have ruined Hope, too.
I assume they don't scan your license since it's written in Klingon.
I like the original trilogy more, yet find it okay what he came up with in the new one.
THX certification, Skywalker Sound, Industrial Light & Magic and probably more - there was a bit entrepreneurship involved here which led him to sell the Star Wars franchise, rights, whatever the fuck to Disney for two billion dollars or so. They'll most likely do terrible things with it, yet make it spacy and boomy enough to warrant a rental once the trilogy they surely have planned out is completed and available on disc or neural interface.
That is what I like to see. Someone in power around here that listens to the suggestions of the posters and gets shit did.
TRWPL, the People's Mod.
You'll have to cast that Iron Claw aside and learn how to deliver the People's Elbow. You learned the worthless Von Erich claw anyway. Blackjack Mulligan wore a fingerless glove on his claw hand making it immeasurably superior.
But at the satellite pool today, there were these two chunky girls. Likely 20s. Could be 30s. Chunky girls always look older to me.
There aren't usually women in the pool area under 70.
But, I took little notice. Chunky women aren't typically my thing. They appear to be sisters. Very "Stevens" sister-ish.
Dark. Thick. Big breasted. One with a pouch small enough to still be a bit sexy in bikini for the Reubens fans, much like Ava Rose in Big Wet Butts. The other in one piece because that line had been violated. Or at least she thought it had.
They were dark haired. Sunglassed. Very pale for Mediterranean types. With their chairs pointed at the sun like tulip buds. Taking no notice of those coming and going.
I'm not the most social of individuals. And, I don't like guys who indiscriminately hit on the young girls visiting relatives. So, unless a younger girl addresses me first, I leave them completely alone.
From what I could see, they were too chunky, with the tell-tale acquiline noses endemic to this elephant graveyard. Not at all my type.
But, being the only remotely attractive women I would see in a swimsuit today, I cannot says I didn't take notice.
But, after a minute or two of adjusting to the water temp, I got lost behind my mirrored swim goggle in the world of my exercises and fantasies of world conquest. Only occasionally did I peer sideways to see what the sisters were up to.
So, I was doing my walking in the pool and my butterfly laps. After a few minutes I noticed that I could easily see both of their crotches. This was surprising considering how they had positioned their chairs.
But, now one was reading a book and shifted her leg. And the other sat initially Indian style and then full spread while examining/replying to her smartphone texts.
I thought little about it. But did steal more frequently glimpses.
It was during one approach to the shallow end near their lounges when I noticed both stealing looks from the sides of their sunglasses.
I don't think that they so much were looking AT me than trying to determine whether I was looking at them.
That would be hard to determine since I rarely give away what I'm looking at. I have become adept at looking sideways through dark glasses while keeping the head forward.
But, in all fairness, other then generalizations, being myopic, I can't see faces clearly without my glasses. Body shapes, types, yes. But, details, no way.
Now the heavier of the two Ava Roses gets into the pool ... presumably to cool a bit while still reading her book.
Oddly she goes for the stairs on "my side" of the pool.
She just as easily could have gone for the east side stairs. Yes, the east are the busier stairs. And, yes, there are more people on that side.
But, I walk and swim right up to the west stairs. And, have been doing that for the last 40 minutes. Unless they are going in and out no one goes near the other stairs.
I say "my side" since there is this unspoken code between me and the ladies that use this pool that I can do what I want on the western 1/3 of the pool.
They "exercise", if that's what you want to call it.
They kind of do these things with their plastic floating "noodles". But, mostly they exercise their yaps. Complaining about something. Boasting on something. Gossiping about their friends who aren't in the pool and how much they don't really like them.
But, I'm really exercising. Water is the one place I can run without pain. So I run. Walk. Swim laps.
It used to be that they would get in my way. I like to do the entire circumference of the pool. But, I would turn about anytime one of them would get near.
Over time, we have come to the understanding that I have the entire west lane and the "top" of the pool at the deep end at the south. So I run and walk the "L" this creates and swim my butterfly laps without much if any splash.
God help a husband of these women if they stray into my zone. Their wives belittle them.
"Can't you see he's there exercising?!? Don't give that look! What you are doing is not exercise. Why don't you just fall asleep here like you did at the movie in the clubhouse last night? Fall asleep here and drown! I should be so lucky!!"
So ... my hour is over. I decide to be a bit rash for me. I take off and rinse my mirrored googles and walk toward the one-piece who is sitting in the pool.
I see the brown eye behind the right sunglass lens spying me as I walk out of the pool and, different for me, give her the satisfaction of a full stare back.
If they've got Stern's nose, I don't blame the girl.
I've got 1/2 first cousins who inherited their grandmother's nose [she's not in my gene pool, thankfully]. They both needed to rid themselves of that atrocity. But even "smaller" it's pretty hideous.
Generally, I guess yes. I don't have any anger or hatred of women as a group.
I do have issues with individual women. Those I've attacked on here include Steph of ADT, Tia Ling, Monica Foster, Ashley Blue and even poor Teagan Presley.
Originally Posted By: PulpeD
do you seek more from porn than beating off; is it fantasy lala land?
This one I don't get. Isn't beating off fantasy? What more could one "seek"?
I'm not trying to meet any of the girls. I'm a complete voyeur when it comes to porn.
Why Teagan Presley? If you really want to get a bitch down, show her recent pics and await an assessment, then add that two kids went through there. I doubt she'll be happy for long.
If beating off for you's linked to thinking to fuck whores, then it'd probably be a milder fantasy. Seeking more - anything emotional and usually lived out in a relationship. Titter-fanlon-level hopelessness.
I know on tritone's lala stage, he likes to pretend that it's just a matter of dick colour, but he pretends to be white, too, and thus seems suspicious. That size and everything else doesn't match just shows that there's not a lot of rational thought going on under the hood of contrast faggots. Stealthy Spartans.
you seem a little too interested in other dudes beat pattern, pipe. I suggest couples therapy for you and your inner twink. and feel free to keep the results to yourself.. Thanks.
I never could figure out the Tia Ling hate. She seemed nice enough.
Three reasons:
1. She went off all-irrational after I commented that her hubby had a bad prison-ish haircut. She wouldn't get over it and seemed to think that being a whore posting here entitled her not to be picked on.
2. She reminds me of a half-Korean cousin who I don't care for. Since I already knew what kind of issues pissed my cousin off, it was easy to change the protagonist to Tia.
you seem a little too interested in other dudes beat pattern, pipe. I suggest couples therapy for you and your inner twink. and feel free to keep the results to yourself.. Thanks.
Originally Posted By: From a dictionary far, far away
If beating off for you's linked to thinking to fuck whores, then it'd probably be a milder fantasy. Seeking more - anything emotional and usually lived out in a relationship. Titter-fanlon-level hopelessness.
I don't know what this means.
I'm a voyeur. Even in real life. I've pretty much retired from relationships. I interact, but not fully. I don't think I will ever fully interact again. That part of me died long, long ago.
Long before either of THE Twins was born. I no longer open my heart. It's been closed from April 1981. No surprise then that this is when I stopped caring about my weight, etc.
I've had sex upon occasion since. Almost always with inexorable lust from the female involved.
Mostly I relive relationships lost and relationships squandered.
So, if I'm watching a Courtney Simpson or Leah Wilde clip, I'm thinking of the girl I lost in 1981.
Sometimes its of girls I decided to ignore since and now rue the lost opportunity. Thus, if I'm thinking about a young architect who kept asking me about porn in 2003, I would watch a Jana Helusova clip or Kate Lynn of SpunkMouth since in their own way each resembles her somewhat.
Much as both Lexi Belle and Marie McCray both represent a young lady who like me very much, but was afraid of my darker side. She'd seen me hurt too many townies and the delight it gave me to get away with breaking their bones and hurting their pride. 1982 and 83 were rough like that. While I killed my heart and fully eliminated my overt physical need for another.
Likely why younger women appeal to me more. That's how they were in my world when I departed.
There are other reasons, too, of course. Name the girl, for me there's always a reason. An analog.
You wouldn't be a threat to any performer keeping in touch with her fans via social media - or any attention whore pushing the goods in dyslexic symbols all day.
You wouldn't be a threat to any performer keeping in touch with her fans via social media - or any attention whore pushing the goods in dyslexic symbols all day.
I don't see how anyone could be. Attention whoring in an inexorable force. Nothing gets in its way. Either you feed the whore her attention or she moves on. There is no end of quys with compliments and over-priced stuffed bears waiting to feed the never-ending-black-hole of needy attention these poor things crave.
I have no savior delusions. I don't believe even God could fill those damaged prolapsed souls.
It's prophylactic of yourself, preemptive in a way.
Most seem safer than they like to play out. The stalkers here, stalkers there, stalkers everywhere most sport seems a bit contradictory at first, but then causality would have to be taken into account somewhat. Well. It's just tough to be famous.
All of that is irrelevant though. I wanted to know if you delude yourself in lala fantasy land or are just visiting. The latter seems to be the case. Medicated, self-aware and with plenty of misery.
Still have no idea what that means exactly. Or maybe even remotely.
Is that like the ADT guy BonoOne or whatever who thinks he's close to porn girls and a celebrity and legend in his own mind for reviewing their movies?
OK ... so I'm browsing the set of porn stars with birthdays today and I don't see anyone who means anything to me as I keep going up the list older and older.
Then my eyes stop on a name I recognize. Shelley Michelle.
I am acquainted with a Shelley Michelle. She was [maybe still IS} an actress who was mostly known for her GREAT legs and her body doubling.
Sometimes just the legs. Sometimes the boobs. Mostly uncredited double work.
Most of her credited roles involved nudity. I even remember her in a softcore Cinemax feature, one of those that labored under the delusion it was a deep drama.
So, nice, pretty girl, tall with legs to die for, whose boobs I've seen on film. So, I remember every time I've met her. Just as I remembered time I dealt with Tara Subkoff.
I don't meet that many people I've seen naked on film first.
Anyway ...
I see the name and laugh. Some idiot porn girl seems to have taken the name. Shelley wasn't a NAME. So, likely like the Renee Richards whore, it's just a coincidence.
"Isn't that funny!!" I think. "A porn girl with the SAME NAME! She wouldn't like that at all."
Then I click on the name. Same face. One mast title.
Check back at IMDB. Same birthday.
Holy hell. She did a solo mast scene in a porno.
A girl I've actually met in REAL LIFE was in a porno of sorts.
And, from what I remember, was very, very proud of it.
She was very friendly and resigned to her "caste".
I met her since I'm a very, very distant acquaintance of Amy Heckerling's 1st husband. So it's like a "D" list acquaintance running into a "D" list celeb.
I'm still shocked she did a mast-porn. Softcore as those are.
Granted it was over 5 years old. Granted it wasn't a smartphone. Granted the battery was dying. Granted when I misplace the charger, no one had one to sell me and I had to spend ~400 times for shipping what I paid for the charger [1 cent].
Granted all it could do was make calls and be an alarm clock. Well ... it took bad photos. But, you had to pay to send them to anyone. Even yourself.
But, now I have to make the jump to a smartphone ...
If it wasn't for what looks like a pussy lip in the rear view pic, I'd think tranny, based on low price and closed legs in the other pics. As is, if I had the money, I'd take one for the team and give you a report. I imagine there would be lots of upselling though.
Just Google "how to make a gif". There are programs to do it with pics and programs to do it from video. They are free.
Also, Photoshop is one of the easiest programs to pirate and crack. Someone told me once they leave it like that because they make sooo much selling it to schools and businesses that they don't care.
I'll be leaving for Spain on Tuesday. Two weeks at sea.
I don't know how I'm going to do.
I get slightly sea sick in medium waves last year. But I was in the back near the motor. I don't think I'm going to do well going through the Straits of Gibraltar. I think I'm going to need the sick bucket.
Get to see the volcanoes on the Azores that someday will take out NYC, though.
Hoping to keep my record of weighing less after a cruise than before intact.
Nieuw Amsterdam Performs Nighttime Rescue Mid-Atlantic of Two Sailors
Saturday, May 4, at 6:50 p.m. (UTC-2), Nieuw Amsterdam received a call from the U.S. Coast Guard Rescue Coordination Center at Norfolk, Va., regarding a mayday signal it had received from sailing yacht Embla, which was disabled and adrift. Nieuw Amsterdam immediately diverted from its course and arrived on the scene at 9 p.m. local time.
The ship then initiated rescue of the sailboat’s crew, two males aged 29 and 61. The men were taken aboard Nieuw Amsterdam following a security check and provided food and accommodations. They will disembark in the next port of call at the Azores.
When it received the call, Nieuw Amsterdam was approximately 600 miles east of Bermuda on its trans-Atlantic crossing to Europe, and sailing yacht Embla was approximately 35 nautical miles south-southwest of the cruise ship, according to the Coast Guard. Nieuw Amsterdam is expected to arrive at Horta, Azores, Wednesday, May 8, on schedule.
I do like Zoey. But, she isn't one of my "goddesses" ...
She reminds me of girls that clung to me when I was young and adorable that I turned my back to rudely .... I rue and regret not banging them now.
I was a smart, charismatic, good-looking guy. Not great-looking. But, I always chased top-shelf trim. I had my successes, but they were invariably short-lived as the girls, ever chased, always traded up ... or just got bored as young girls do.
Oddly I was more likely to fall in love for Life THEN than NOW. Now I have ZERO interest in a partner even for a weekend. Then, I wanted a goddess to devote my Life in true monotheism.
But, looking back with age and wisdom via porn, I note that the differences between my goddesses and a good fun average girl is far less than I reckoned.
The good ... I set up my new i7 desktop with ease. Installed all my favorite programs. I think I may need an additional MS office license. I had a set of 3 from Costco. I've used two and gave one to my mom.
The only worry was that my PC would be far from the router. I haven't used wireless for anything but laptops and tablets before. I was afraid with my maze of bookcases and cabinets that I wouldn't get enough reception to download well.
So I purchased a wireless device with a real antenna that wasn't too expense and had great reviews. Working wonderfully. Full 5 bars. Even have better bars to the neighbors routers. Got close to 3Mbps on YouTube downloads over XFinity.
The bad news. The morning I was setting up my PC, I grabbed for my laptop. I had left my earbuds on the keyboard. When I grabbed the laptop I heard a small crunch. The screen is kaput.
Thankfully I have a full no-fault on the laptop for another 2 years. But, I don't exactly remember where I put the documentation ... so it's going to be a bit of a search before I can fix it.
Fatty, just send your laptop sans HDD. Tell them its contents can never be out of your control, that is not the problem anyway, and to please fix it with an in house substitute if needed. When it comes back just slip it back in and you should be home free.
Fatty, just send your laptop sans HDD. Tell them its contents can never be out of your control, that is not the problem anyway, and to please fix it with an in house substitute if needed. When it comes back just slip it back in and you should be home free.
Thx, bro.
I truth, that was what I was going to.
Still have to find that warranty ... or I have to wait to July when I see my dad in NY. I got my copy in storage.
While I enjoy the creative way you mark the birthdays of porn stars it seems to have consumed your activity on this board to some extent.
To me this counting has become like a prisoner marking his days on the wall of his jail cell.
Thoughts?
I'm currently quite busy. Odd for a guy who doesn't have a job, I know. But, true.
I organizing my stuff after a move. I've got to help out my mom and my sinking-ever-deeper-into-dementia-self-pity-and-anger stepdad ["No Father's day gift for you" in Soup Nazi voice.]
I read quite a bit now that I've discovered Kindle. I exercise 2 -3 hours a day. Light stuff. That helps the body and clears the mind.
And, I'm starting an historic fiction novel on 9/11 that is an outlet of my angst from my personal damage on that day.
I enjoy ranting more on ESPN than here. I hate the Wilponzi and Alderson more than anyone in porn.
I'm a real oddity in XPT. Because I'm a fanboi. I have the girls I like and I do worship them in my way. But, I also boil over in impatience and anger for those that irritate me.
This is best expressed in my birthday themed utterances. Good and bad.
Like today. I went on a little trip to the local "dump". Though they don't like it called a "dump". It's a sanitary landfill.
Very, very interesting. It seems each of us creates an average of 6 lbs of trash a day.
They currently turn a small portion of the trash into electricity by burning. The exhaust is clean scrubbed so that it's emissions over 24 hours is the same as a diesel truck going 500 miles. They create enough electric to serve 37k people.
They are currently constructing a new facility next door which will burn the garbage without having to shred or exclude certain items. It will be able to burn construction waste, like cement columns WHOLE. It should be ready in 2015.
The amazing thing to me was that amount of coins that the sorter pulls out of the garbage. The PR person said they average 100k in coins a year. I feel that's more than slightly high. But, still. There are thousands just tossed.
Also interesting, 100 lbs of garbage become 15 lbs of ash.
And, lastly, there's some kind of Steakhouse stripclub nearby called Rachel's. So it on the way to the "dump".
On an average day, I'm in the pool before 7:30 to run, walk and butterfly. I'm up to 40 pool lengths a morning in my 45 minute or so session.
The afternoon includes a brisk walk of the circle of the community, just under 3 miles and about 50 minutes now. The issue there is the heat. Some afternoons are brutal.
Later I race sunset, when the pool technically closes, to get in a half hour of a more relaxing pool time than the morning. The issue there is pool water temperature, which today was a brutal 96 degrees. It's actually annoying to put your face into it. And, serves no cooling unless you stand and there's a breeze.
Once I get back from NY after my July visit, I will replace some of this with work in the clubhouse gym.
^^Good catch. That's why I asked him specifically. But I was serious. Can concrete burn? I've got a stack of red brick that I stole from a big building that burned in town in the early 90s. The creosote or whatever just needed a little scrubbing with a wire brush and they look fine.
It can be reduced to ash but it takes a lot of heat. I can't think of anything in it that would burn except the air trapped in it. In basic form it is just portland cement, sand, gravel and water. Incineration seems like an energy inefficient way to dispose of a pretty inert, innocuous waste. Must be done because landfill space is valuable.
It can be reduced to ash but it takes a lot of heat. I can't think of anything in it that would burn except the air trapped in it. In basic form it is just portland cement, sand, gravel and water. Incineration seems like an energy inefficient way to dispose of a pretty inert, innocuous waste. Must be done because landfill space is valuable.
The landfill space is the issue. He said that even with what they are burning in the current plant, the landfill would only last until 2025.
From the site:
"It will reduce the amount of waste currently being landfilled by up to 85 percent, delaying for many years the need to develop a new landfill in Palm Beach County."
I emailed the guy and he's a bit miffed at me. He feels he was misquoted.
I seem to have replaced his "incinerate" with my "burn". By "incinerate" he means "reduce to ashes". He says that concrete is "fully oxidized"; it does not burn. But, the water in the concrete is boiled off and without the water the concrete turns into powder.
Any rebar would inevitably be melted and sold off. Only the ash gets buried. The metals are recovered, and like the recyclables, they have people who buy that stuff. Panzer, perhaps.
He'll be really miffed if he knew it was about a porn board post ....
He actually asked if my "group" would be interested in a tour of the facility or if they would like a representative to give a presentation at our next meeting.
Is it wrong of me that I thought about how funny it would be to see him led blindly into a XPT chat with Jamesn, or someone with that confident take-no-prisoners demeanor, asking him if he does DP or only anal?
Sadly I think Guapo would find a way to ruin it. Or Panzer.
Anyway, it was always a bitter-sweet occasion anyway since my grandmother unwisely, IMHO, got married on her birthday in 1915.
The marriage lasted about 20 years. The last 10 or so very messy.
So, it was always a sad day for her, too.
And I never knew exactly how to take that. Because if their marriage never crumbled, my mom doesn't get created, ergo my brother and sister don't ever exist.
We know full well the world would be better without me. I don't need Sam Kinison to re-enact "It's a Wonderful Life" to know that I'm as needed as Al Bundy was.
But, it is odd, to me at least, to know that in some way we all are partially the product of a sum of personal devastation of our forebearers.
Guess we don't need Xenu and "Incident II" to have a haunting trail of memories over the eons. Each of us is a product of tragedies [and good fortunes] in our own genetic pasts.
I don't know how many of us really are George Bailey, but no matter what miserable pieces of shit any one of us might be, there are people around us who love and need us. It's what keeps the barrel out of my mouth.
First of all I cut myself badly while slicing a peach this AM. Bled quite a bit. I used my "put your finger in sugar trick", but the bleeding wasn't stopping. It did stop however by the time I was examined in the emergency room in Delray Beach. So I felt kind of embarrassed.
They were not pleased with the bloody sugar coating however. But, as usual, it did work in the end. Something about sugar clumping to the blood helps get a clot quicker, IMHO.
I was a bit stunned at the final repair, however. They used something called DermaBond. That is, they sealed the cut with CrazyGlue.
I've gotten CrazyGlue on my fingers before. Feels identical.
I almost didn't get to donate blood. AND I BLAME GIA!!!
They do a physical exam first. As part of the exam they stick your finger and drop a drop of blood into some kind of liquid. For some reason my drop hung for a second before it's usual float to the bottom.
The took another drop for a more detailed test. According to WebMD, normal iron for men is 12.5-31.3 micromoles per liter. I was in the 14s. So, all was well in terms of donating. But, I was heading to anemia!!
What had I changed in my diet that could explain a loss of Fe??
I had stopped, for the most part, eating red meat!!!
She didn't tell me to not each spinach or chick pea or beans or raisins or prunes.
I was also surprised since I take a daily vitamin. But, I checked the label. 0% of my daily allowance of Fe. ZERO!!! Damn Kirkland and Costco!!! So I've changed my vitamin, too.
And, while I might have a monthly burger indulgence. And, a steak every few months. I will not be eating all that much more red meat than usual. The only addition will be an occasional chili con carne. But, I'll be having more vegetarian and not less as I add more falafel, spinach, kale, beans, etc., etc.
So when I donate again come Aug/Sept, my blood drop's ponderous descent should shatter the vial! [in a matter of speaking]
I'm hopping my light-trap catches the last fleas...have been gone to the Grand Hyatt in Seattle for the last 3 days where the the am,damn cat was flea-bathed and in our absence, and put into a $250 Nuetral Zone..........
Crazy glue is the same shit... It should be part of your first aid kit along with some fucking tampons...just in case you have some deep puncture and or bullet wounds.. you shove it in the wound and it helps stem the bleeding to anything short of an arterial cut
Just seeing you reminds me of that time Flog's anal lab exploded releasing toxic waste in the form of gay porn pics wiht JeffMike's likeness photoshopped there-upon.
Fatty it's Florida- it rains on one side of the street and not the other. We used to move our stickball games literally 4 houses down the street to avoid summer showers.
In other nonsense, yesterday was my first day of completing 50 pool lengths of mock butterfly.
I should hit 60/morning in early Aug. Hope to build to 100/day by the Feast of the Circumcision.
The new waterproof MP3 player I bought really helps me to block out my bursitis and rotator cuff issues and just race the songs to complete laps. It even a bit less sore than usual lately.
My hope is that building muscles around it will help ease the discomfort of using my shoulder to exercise more. So far so good. It still "barks" at times. But, like today, there are times it isn't even too tender to the touch.
I initially injured it in April 1985 lifting a high-speed Florida Data printer that was in a box labelled for disk drives at the Computer Shoppe in Madison, TN. So, the tear is older than THE Twins.
So old that I can't find a picture of the damn printer. Or much of any info for that matter.
Fatty it's Florida- it rains on one side of the street and not the other. We used to move our stickball games literally 4 houses down the street to avoid summer showers.
Quite true. So that would be at least 1% chance.
It was 30% chance of a thundershower this afternoon. But, there wasn't one. Which is fine.
0% chance and there's rain ticks me off. It shouldn't but it does.
"Expect dry conditions over the next 6 hours," my ass.
If it makes you feel better yesterday here in NE Kansas there was a 30% chance of thunderstorms before 9 AM. I stepped outside to run some errands a little after 11 AM and got soaked by a shower the second I stepped out of the door.
What did make me feel better about the light shower this morning was two things ... first, there was a 10% chance of precipitation. So, I was warned it was possible.
Second there was an outstanding full rainbow to the south and west afterwards. I don't even remember the last time I saw a rainbow that clearly almost from end to end. One of the downsides of living 25 years just out of Manhattan, I guess.
I saw a giant rainbow over Trenton on Sunday while driving down along the river. All I could think of was "Aint no fuckin pot of gold at the end of that." but I kept it to my self since my kid wouldn't understand.
It is all shit weed. And you gotta cart a black dude around for anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half stopping different places trying to score. I'm talking for quantity here, pound not a couple dime bags.
I had to yell at my guy one time for nonchalanting a big fuckin blunt, w/ cops across the street corner from us. "Aw, they don't care about a blunt." Probably but with a pound and a half in the trunk, I don't wanna take the chance. "AAAAAAWWW Damn! I forgot wut we wuz doin. Damn! You right. You right."
Then there was the time he saw some dude who had been sniffin around his baby mamma. 3 in the afternoon on a Friday, this motherfucker gets out of my car and starts yellin, "Whatchu think you doin nigga." at a crowd outside a fucking fried chicken joint in the middle of Trenton. My face musta looked like I saw a ghost as I turned to look at the crowd, 1/2 the dudes eyeballin me.
I had to yell get in the fucking car 3 times. 3rd one I added "or I'm pulling away," cause the natives were literally gettin restless and traffic was lining up behind me. He gets back in the car and starts folding up a Gerber multi tool, all the tools were out. What the fuck were you gonna do with that? "You see the size of that nigga? He woulda beat the hell outta me, but I put some holes in him if he try."
You can, as far as I know, but after 9/11 I believe they irradiate mail from overseas. Now you could just take a drive to the nearest MM state for seeds.
FINALLY found all the documentation I need to fix my laptop screen.
Tired connecting a data transfer wire I got, but it only shows the "host" CPU. No idea why.
They said it was OK to send it without the hard disk, so that's what I will do.
In the meantime, I resolved my issue of not seeing the screen. Got the laptop connected to my HDTV via an HDMI cable. The trick seems to be it has to be plugged in and not running off battery.
Currently moving 1,882 video files consisting of 392 Gb. I had no idea I had that much on that PC. I thought I moved most of it already. Likely just copied instead of cut. Or maybe there was a folder that I neglected and proved to be the "vein" in this video mine.
Readying myself for my trip to NYC. Haven't move to a psychopharm in FLA yet. So, I need my med scripts.
I'm pretty sure my sister will be too busy to see me. Hooray!
Too much drama between her and dad.
Found out my father's sister's husband died months and months ago. He was an odd, hateful, bitter man. Very prejudiced man as well. Still, he was a good provider to my aunt and cousins.
Not allowed to tell dad he's gone. In fact, she'd be pissed if she knew I knew. Because I'm likely to spill the beans because I don't get the secrecy.
I'm not a good follower. I ask questions and need reasons that I concur with.
I do find it odd when people marry people from groups they despise. No idea what drove him to marry a Jewish girl. But, he was determined. My grandfather allegedly hated the guy. He and my late Marine uncle beat him up, if the stories are correct. But, he got back with my aunt when my dad and his brother were both abroad in the Army during my grandfather's funeral.
Oddly I CAN understand fucking someone from a group one rates as inferior, but MARRY and have as your sole MATE for your progeny? I CANNOT reconcile it.
Anyway .... this guy and my dad were never the best of friends, to put it mildly. There was always some kind of competition between them, with my dad usually putting my uncle down and hard.
He retaliated by attempting to belittle my achievements. The first time he did it, it hurt a little. But, it was ALWAYS the same put down. Like he was SO IMPRESSED his reptilian brain came up with it he had to use it over and over. Like Panzer and "your mama" pathetic.
His line was "that and a subway token will get you thru the turnstile". He had early onset of dementia by the time tokens were obsolete. So, I don't know if he would have updated to "Metrocard".
He was a mutt of different nationalities. His last name was likely Slovak. Even he wasn't sure of it's origins. And, in some kind of odd Favre-ian twist, he pronounced the letters in it out of order.
He didn't like his dad. Rarely spoke of him. Loved his mom, who was 1/2 Italian and 1/2 undeclared. He claimed himself Italian when asked. He was 1/4 at best. But, he was as much that as anything thing else, it seemed.
The only reason I think that they [my aunts and my sister who make up the Triumvirate who rule the faction of the clan warring with my dad] don't want him to know that my uncle is dead is that he'll view it as some kind of victory.
Or maybe they don't want him to piss on the grave.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 06/28/1307:23 PM
Originally Posted By: Uomo Grassissimo!!
He had early onset of dementia by the time tokens were obsolete.
I don't know when dementia set in. He always said ignorant things so it is hard for me from the "outside" to know exactly. But, by 2008, he was mostly gone. He had no idea who most of his relatives where.
He still remembered his main antagonist. My cousin tried to get my dad and him to reconcile and my dad agreed, but once my father got within his recognition zone, my uncle went into a standard diatribe.
December 1981. My cousin thru my father's 2nd youngest brother gets killed driving a newly purchased sports car into a pole exiting the Sunken Meadow Parkway enroute to East Northport days short of his 21st birthday.
While he was sober and not on drugs, it was an intoxicant and [his recklessness that borders upon stupidity] that killed him: Lust for speed and danger.
It was not his first serious accident speeding. This time the car he was driving met a post on an exit ramp with a posted speed limit of 20 mph. Suffolk County Police estimate he was going over 80 on an ice covered road. He died instantly, cut into halves by the dashboard.
The uncle in question left the wake [my cousin was Irish Catholic in religion thru his mom] and toured the accident scene for reasons I'm not clear on.
Not only that, he decided to brag about it at the wake the next day. This infuriated my cousin's immediate family and ever since then the family has been divided into two camps.
There were attempts to reconcile. All ended badly. My dad's brother who lost his son and dementia uncle's kid actually had a fist fight at my sister's college graduation party. We don't usually get white trash stuff like that.
Aw shit. Sad day. I used to like listening to him do Mets games on ch 9 and his Kiners Korner post game show. Heck of a slugger in his day, too. I think he did 10 years in a row of 40+ HR.
That is a decent chick, what is she doing naked with Fatman and the other guy?
I know Barry's answer, for the rest of you fellas, would you bang that broad w/ the 2 jabronis watching you and jacking off?
I would. I'd shoot my load all over her sweaty/juicy asshole and pussy, then tell the other 2 "Who ever eats that up gets to go next." Then I would watch, puke and leave.
I have a new cat. A female tabby. She's about two. A rescue courtesy of PBC. [That's Palm Beach County to those of you not in a elephants' graveyard for Jews.]
She cost $3, was spayed, and came with an embedded micro-chip, a collar [which she tore off long, long ago], a bag of Hill's diet food and a voucher for a vet visit.
She was found at 3 weeks old in a field and was fostered until she was 7 months old. She is scared of EVERYTHING. She believes if she hides under the covers, that she is safe and no one can see her.
She doesn't like men. She mostly keeps her distance from me. But, she likes when I play fight with her. And, she stalks me and executes guerrilla raids against my legs with lightning speed.
If I stand in a particular spot of the house, she will come out and let me pet her 3 or 4 times. But, only in this spot and only 3 or 4 times.
She is a tease and a flirt. She will spot me. Lay down on her side or her back to show her belly and then dart away when I approach.
She has no interest whatsoever in any food but dry food. No can food. No human food. And, no treats. She loves toys and likes to hoard them in areas she has claimed as her own. When she is particularly playful she will leave a toy out in the middle of the room as act all surprised when I toss it and grab it, WarMachine it like it was Christy Mack and return it to the collection.
She is a food whore. Before, during and after feedings, petting is tolerated. But, otherwise only in that special place.
Once she's had enough of my petting. Or if I pet her and then fail to feed her, she hisses, swats and heads to her territory.
All of this is much as I imagine it would be if I had dated Cherish or Cali Marie. Only, in those cases, with many, many litters of unwanted kittens.
I did some Caribbean cruising. I used a cabbie in Columbia who once lived 7 blocks from me in Weehawken. I rode a transcontinental train from the Atlantic to the Pacific in a couple hours going north. Spent a week in Burbank just off the I-5. Joined a synagogue. Became a C.O.P. like that Zimmerman guy. Had my parked car hit by a legally blind guy driving illegally. Collected more than 500 2 dollar bills. Finally moved to a smartphone. Watched the second season of Banshee and The Following. DVRed but still to watch the 3rd season of Homeland. Called Met GM Alderson a Vietnam-era marine-trained LIAR more than thrice online. Used the law of cosines to find distances to build a pool in upstate NY. Found an article in Argosy about my mom's brother being a hero of early Israel. Traumatised by witnessing an old man suffer mud-butt thru his bathing suit. Had my $600+ Oakley prescription sunglasses stolen from me in Miami. Converted my sister's lecture presentation from DVD to MP4 on sticks. Enjoyed getting mail addressed to "Angry Fatman". Helped my brother shop for a Mastercraft 190 Prostar. Proved that my cousins' 1st wife was Eleanor Parker's daughter, not Otto Preminger's. Learned another CA cousin's wife was picked by James Caan on the Dating Game. Survived a visit to Disney World, Epcot, et. al. I liked it better in 1973. Sat directly under Howie Rose at a spring training game in Jupiter. Discovered a couple new, recent Gauge scenes. Repressed saying "Tatts ruin whores!" when introduced to my bro's bartender girlfriend. Found movies of me kissing my cousin Debra on the mouth. We were 1. Angered a woman because I moved to the middle seat to let a family sit together. Lost my password to my GDClyde email. Found out I rather watch the NFL on the redzone than watch games. Permitted a cortisone shot to my ailing knee. Had a huge possum growl at me in my COP car. Got a bluray player that has internet access and lets me use sticks to play my pirated porn. Discovered LA drivers are much more likely to let you cut in than NY drivers. Found my ViewMaster and my collection of disks. Still works. Somewhat. Cleaned and attributed some Roman Coins. Best was a Constantine II "cent", ca 337 CE. Shipped 100s of lbs of books, tapes and CDs via media mail. Twice I was the only passenger on the QM5 from Bryant Park to Little Neck. Took the LIE. Buried my step-father. Inherited his few Morgan silver dollars and a seated liberty half dollar. Joined a writing club. Writing again. Others enjoy my crap.
Yeah that's what I was referring to. With a Muslim in the White House their lobbying efforts over here are falling short. Y'all still control Hollywood and the banks though, right?
The only group more powerful than the Jews is the gay Jews. That will never change. Presidents and studio presidents come and go, but they still answer to the money men.
I'm not in Hollywood. Not a bankers. And, I can't shapeshift.
Maybe I'm really a goy!
Wasn't there a movie with Rowdy Roddy Piper where there were these alien shapeshifters who brainwashed people in to not seeing them and he needed special glasses to see them but they gave him a headache until he got contacts?
They Live is the only Piper movie I can remember the name of. Only thing I ever saw him act in was Tag Team, the pilot for a buddy cop show w/ Jesse Ventura.
Low or no carb is the way to go. You are never hungry and for some reason the weight just goes away. Chicken is almost as expensive as beef. I found a butcher with local grass-fed beef ribeyes for 5.99/lb this week. I just stopped in for lunch and no way to get the meat home with what I had to do the rest of the day. I'm going back and stocking up.
Fatman's last response in this thread was classic Fatman.
It's going well. Like Bornyo said, I'm not all that hungry.
My carbs are mostly in the form of eggs and vegetables. I don't really count the carbs in most veggies. I mostly have garlic, onions, peppers, spinach, mushrooms and the occasional squash.
My meat is mostly chicken and seafood. This week's fish is squid, catfish and salmon. The last because it's on sale. I've got about 1/3 of a pound of the squid left to fry.
I usually slice the veggies in the cuisinart and fry them with a little olive oil spray in a non-stick pan. While they are cooking I give a little dusting of chili powder to the mix of chicken and squid. I then add them in and cook them up. Once they are doing well I add the spinach leaves.
It's pretty good.
I've been cooking early in the day since I don't eat much after lunch. So I delay lunch a bit, snacking on deli and some cheese and don't bother with dinner.
Desert is usually pre-sliced Costco almonds covered in whipped cream, which has very little carbs.
As for steak, I don't get it much. In part because I don't have a grill here yet. But, price is a factor.
I did have an Outback lunch steak for my birthday. But, I'm no a huge Outback kind'a guy.
We've been pretty lucky here with chicken and pork prices. In a pinch you can get boneless/ skinless chicken breasts or pork ribs or steaks for under $2/lb. Beef is crazy, tho. Hamburger is $4+/lb.
So I'm driving the C.O.P. car and a call comes over the scanner where a guy's license comes back invalid and he's got priors including previously driving without a valid license, warrants including one for breaking an order of protection.
I'm saying there is at least one guy in Florida whose night is going to get worse.
The notorious promoter of sororal polygyny known to many as The FatMan will be unleashed on the NYC area from Wed the 3rd of September thru the 10th day of that same month.
If I hadn't said it before, on this most recent return from parts unknown, may I formally state Welcome Back el Gordo Hermano
Thx!!
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 08/30/1407:38 AM
Originally Posted By: Uomo Grassissimo!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Sounds more like a dare than a warning, but I'm in. Gian Jerkins says she's in as well, though she's back from hiatus and can say so herself. Jerky, you in? I figure the last week of summer is prime time for XPT's top four prolific posters to go hunt the Panzer in it's natural habitat.
Sounds more like a dare than a warning, but I'm in. Gian Jerkins says she's in as well, though she's back from hiatus and can say so herself. Jerky, you in? I figure the last week of summer is prime time for XPT's top four prolific posters to go hunt the Panzer in it's natural habitat.
I just thought of this and checked the user list. I think I know why Fatman came back. He saw that Gia pulled within 500-600 posts, so he's gonna drop a quick thousand on us, then disappear again by October, to stretch his lead.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 08/30/1410:38 AM
Originally Posted By: Jerkules
Catch and release? Photo safari? The 3 of us hold him down while Gia shaves "XPT" in his back hair?
I think it depends on where he's grazinggavone-ing whatever he calls it when he shovels shit in his squwakbox.
Sounds more like a dare than a warning, but I'm in. Gian Jerkins says she's in as well, though she's back from hiatus and can say so herself. Jerky, you in? I figure the last week of summer is prime time for XPT's top four prolific posters to go hunt the Panzer in it's natural habitat.
He who hunts Tranzers should look to it that he himself does not become a Tranzer. And when you spot a Tranzer, the Tranzer also spots you.
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 08/30/1411:07 AM
Alright, we'll change "shaves "XPT" in his back hair" to "carves xpt, mansonlike, into his forehead with a boxcutter"
Or simply celebrate the Grassisimus what be Uomo and mock tourists.
I just thought of this and checked the user list. I think I know why Fatman came back. He saw that Gia pulled within 500-600 posts, so he's gonna drop a quick thousand on us, then disappear again by October, to stretch his lead.
Nah. I figured both she and Tranzer passed me long, long ago.
I came back because I actually voted for Dave Pounder in a school board race.
He didn't do well. More people made no vote [1800+] than voted for him [800+]. Though I did find that there are 10 other perverts besides me in this neighborhod. He got 11 votes from our "district" which only includes the 7 neighborhoods of the master homeowners' association.
So, if I need it, I've got a minyan.
Oddly, to me, no one seems interested in a porn guy running for school board on this site but me. Maybe if I could get WarMachine to punch in his teeth ...........
Yesterday I broke yet ANOTHER promise I made to myself.
I vowed NEVER EVER to break the barrier that separates me as an anonymous over-poster and actually face those that suffer my passive-aggressive provocations.
I met with JB and Ms. Jordan.
I have always felt it was too precarious. I reveal too much about subconscious and inner-turmoil. A Donkey-type could use that to embarrass my family, et. all.
That, and it spoils the mystery. I'm far too "normal" for my persona. Especially now that I'm not having much mania. Depression, too infrequent, do occur. But, they have direct causes. And, with the sunshine in FL, they burn away in the bright sun after a few laps in the pool. No more the wild man. Shaved and #2 crew cut. I look like every over-weight office-loser on a casual Friday everyday.
Fatman, you have excellent taste in libations, and it was awesome hanging out with you and JB. Last time JB and I went drinking was with my ex-bf in said ex's neighborhood which I've nicknamed The Van Nuys of Brooklyn.
Great conversation and good times. I can't think 'good times' without thinking christiansingstheblues- Christian, I hope you're still writing. Fatman, you thought I'd be tall just as I expected you to show up as a slovenly, dishoveled fat mess. Nope. Everyone, Fatman is a clean cut, well-dressed attractive fat guy. I saw him standing outside when I walked in and sat with my Jameson/Diet and my phone, but one can't really approach strangers (especially quite large strangers) with, "Excuse me, are you Fatman?"
Good times!
And Gypsy sends her love, but she's busy with the new dog and her Skillz' DIY home renovations.
It was a good bourbon I never had before. 1776. I've seen it reviewed but hadn't tried it yet. I try to drink good bourbons in bars. Or an Irish Whisky. Never got into Ryes. My dad was a Canadian Club guy in his albeit brief Wall Street days. Might try one or two in the coming year.
However, at home, my rare drinks are straight high-end scotch. But, only GOOD scotch. I've a nice single malt collection. But, I'm a sucker for JW. I've got bottles Black, Blue and Green.
I can't stand paying for good scotch in a NY bar. Especially when I believe myself cheated, tasting harshness in what I believe in JW Red when I ordered and PAID a premium for black.
But, unlike scotch, I find it's harder to ruin a bourbon. Or maybe I don't disdain bad bourbon. So, in NY bars, I order bourbon.
I'm far too "normal" for my persona. Especially now that I'm not having much mania. Depression, too infrequent, do occur. But, they have direct causes. And, with the sunshine in FL, they burn away in the bright sun after a few laps in the pool.
You mean your online persona? Nobody is normal online. What was the bigger problem originally? Mania? or depression? I have used Cymbalta for 5 years now and it definitely floats me up from the bottom. On the other hand, I find it is now easier to become over-mood stimulated through alcohol or even just a bright sunny day (or both). The best thing for stopping over-stimulated rampages is food and then maybe a little weed.
Right now I keep a fresh blended vegetable smoothie (sometimes with fruit) in the fridge I can grab a start nursing like a beer. You can add supplements and protein powder to suit. It's good for weight, health, and diet control. Good for blood sugar and related mood issues. And if you do it right it tastes great too. Eat any meat you like but simple carbs must be very limited. I still break down and eat fries once in a while but you just learn to substitute for flour, rice, potatoes, and excess sugar whenever you can. Avoid boxed or canned foods. For example Minute Rice has twice the glycemic level of regular white rice. Of course, I know it is difficult to get into the habit of cooking for oneself and much more gratifying to just grab something at the joint down the street.
Anyway,good luck in the "normal" world - haha whatever that is!
Posted by: Anonymous
Re: Fatman Status Thread - 09/05/1403:44 PM
Originally Posted By: gia jordan
one can't really approach strangers (especially quite large strangers) with, "Excuse me, are you Fatman?"
I went with "George David Clyde". Good times indeed.
What was the bigger problem originally? Mania? or depression? I have used Cymbalta for 5 years now and it definitely floats me up from the bottom.
Depression. I was misdiagnosed for decades as depression. The issue was that anti-depressants would work WONDERFULLY ... or so it seemed. It would, as the dosage increased over time, kick me into a very effective hypo-mania ... which then crashed me harder into depression than ever before. So, I stopped seeing psychiatrists completely for a long time.
My drug of choice, that worked until I was too old and out of shape to overcome its downsides was SUGAR. Massive amounts of SUGAR. I ate Twinkies with "orange sugar poison" as a GF called my drink of choice. The sweeter the faux-orange-aid the better.
My new doctor wants to try Cymbalta since it thinks it will also help my knees but is, on the other hand, a bit hesitant since I'm fairly stable.
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Anyway,good luck in the "normal" world - haha whatever that is!
My "normal" is that I APPEAR to be a conservative guy. When I'm not sick, locking myself away for months, etc., I look like your average overweight accountant in "dress casual".
My online persona IS me. I'm not putting on airs or embellishing or acting a part. I'm basically a guy who is entertained by people and, more often, by himself.
What doesn't come through on this board, because I post so much, is that I'm a good listener. I love other people's stories. I used to love daBurglar's stuff. I just imbibed his tome posts. What does come through is that I have something to say on everything. I can't let it go. Even if what I have to say is that your story trumps mine!
Which I WILL happily concede. I don't mind being bested. Never has, never will impact me to acknowledge the fact that another is the better one that day.
My dress shirt and khakis appearance, when stable, doesn't match the unstable persona underneath.
He definitely loved my stories. Especially, the one about the twins which I hope would ruin his love for them forever...haha. It didn't. He just shrugged and said he wasn't surprised.
My normal is since I don't have a mate, people assume: 1) I'm gay 2) I'm a perv (watch your kids around me) 3) I'm a lazy masturbator (closest to truth)
The truth is I am a finicky whoremonger that is most comfortable separating sex from the emotion and interdependency of personal relationships. Thankfully I made it through the stripper phase of my life without an STD or getting burned big-time financially by the whore. Since being on Cymbalta my sex drive is decreased reducing my urges to have my dick rubbed by some 19 year old strippers ass.
No one has to keep their kids from me. I HATE kids. People who know about my porn collection force their kids upon me just to try to have me interact with kids. Until they can have an adult conversation, I think they belong in the womb.
Most parents are aware that the people who hurt kids devise ways of being around them, so my full on retreat rightfully turns off any danger warnings.
I'm pretty asexual now, so, like you, it is often that is assumed as likely gay. Also, I will not date. My dating career is over. I HATE dating. My last date of even the remotest kind was in 2004, and that really wasn't a date. The one before that, which was a date, was in 1997. Two possible dates in 17 years. People will think you gay.
I am messed up with bipolar. It impacts relationships badly. While one day I can be super attentive and engaging, you might not hear from me for a month or two or six and then, like I do here, I show up as if nothing is odd about that.
Fiend would very likely term me a wimp. Not only couldn't I hit a female, I HATE even making one I care about remotely sad. My last real relationship that mattered to me ended in 1981 as a disaster. So, long ago I settled into enjoying watching. I liked porn before that. Now it became my entire outlet.
I'd have occasion at times to drift from being a watcher to participant, but these were fleeting affairs which either I didn't want to last or knew wouldn't even if I wanted it.
My brother, who in my opinion is the far more attractive man both "then" [as young men, when I wasn't obese] and now, and has a mountain of conquest still feels I got the two hottest chicks who both turned him down first. And, one was when I was a real fattie.
So, unlike me, it bothers him when my relatives take my lack of participation in the dating game as possible gayness. He decided to let them in on my porn addiction, if I may call it that, and my predilection for the barely legal genre.
I'd be better thought of in my extended family as "gay" than the pedophile they've cast me for liking women from 18-25. I don't help myself when I point out that if I could get a 16 year old in NJ or PA to fuck me it would be legal ... as long as I didn't film it.
He definitely loved my stories. Especially, the one about the twins which I hope would ruin his love for them forever...haha. It didn't. He just shrugged and said he wasn't surprised.
1. In a Joey Silvera movie I saw Cali taste Cherish's "stuff that the left on the floor".
2. I read their MySpace blogs, rants, poems and posts with the same profound interest I had in your stories. I am likely the only one on Earth who read that stuff. You couldn't get anyone to believe the stuff they said and did as fiction.
3. I no longer on-line-stalk, but on occasion I have peaked at their facebooks and tweets. OMFG!!!
Honestly Gia, I was a really cute guy in high school and college. I've dated cheerleaders and homecoming queens. I'm a caring, sensitive guy who is a mix of gentle and perverted, so I could get girls. A variety of factors made me unable to keep them very long.
But, the fact is that white trashy girls never went for me AT ALL. Hot messes like THE Twins wouldn't give me the time of day. They like the garbage like the rejects these two mated with.
So I think the largest part of my attraction to them is that they find me more disgusting than you find them! Imagine overcoming that level of rejection!
Although if I had a 2-3 hundred I was willing to drop and found myself in or around Cleveland, I could most likely have sex with both of them tomorrow ..... but, they'd still be disgusted with me.
Most parents are aware that the people who hurt kids devise ways of being around them, so my full on retreat rightfully turns off any danger warnings.
I NEVER allow myself to be in a situation where a kid could make an accusation of abuse. The strippers really liked my attitude towards children because they had similar issues.
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I am messed up with bipolar. It impacts relationships badly. While one day I can be super attentive and engaging, you might not hear from me for a month or two or six and then, like I do here, I show up as if nothing is odd about that.
This sounds very similar to me but I would not call being attentive and engaging "mania". When drunk of course things get a little crazy bu even then the worst thing I do is send out funny and sometimes embarrassing emails.
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He decided to let them in on my porn addiction, if I may call it that, and my predilection for the barely legal genre.
Thanks Brother! That really helped! I had a good friend write a letter to the court in a matter we were involved in stating that I "chatted with underage children on the internet". He was out to get me and hired an internet whiz to search the web and found an association of my name with my porn name. Of course the judge completely disregarded his false claim as it had nothing to do with the court matter.
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I'd be better thought of in my extended family as "gay" than the pedophile they've cast me for liking women from 18-25.
The gay reputation works for me too - I just tell the ladies I am a lesbian trapped in a man's body. I don't have a penchant for the teens anymore anyway. I just think of MILFs as being really experienced whores and even more desperate at their stage of life. lol
I always pictured Fatman as Ignatius P. O'Riley from "Confederacy of Dunces". Sounds like you keep it together a little better than him. Outwardly, at least.
I don't have a mate because I'm a workaholic who obsesses on what I do and I get lost inside my brain, and I got tired of putting decent women into a terrible situation. Also, even though I live in Appalachia, I suffer from the fat man's problem of the white trash debutantes have no interest in me, even when I wear a necklace of Oxycontin. They don't think someone should work so hard.
so now I engage in random slutty behavior. I do have good luck with a niche of the divorced jewish princess when I head into the big city.
I suffer from the fat man's problem of the white trash debutantes have no interest in me, even when I wear a necklace of Oxycontin.
Sucks, doesn't it?
My brother doesn't have the problem. But, then again, he's got a few tatts now. And, he enjoys being mean to them ... which I think they need from time to time, like adding freon to the airconditioner.
Originally Posted By: HBH
They don't think someone should work.
FIXED!!!
It was always interesting to read Cali Marie complaining about no money when hubby OneBadKat was incarcerated. No attempt to work [other than the "dating" ads K1ng found], but lots of whining about not qualifying for Welfare, etc.
A guy who tried to sell me pictures Cali let me take of her [interestingly he was a friend of the hubby] told me all hubby likes to do is drink beer and sleep. Smokey, the guy on this board who claimed to have contracted them for the GFE, if that was his name, confirmed that observation.
I suffer from the fat man's problem of the white trash debutantes have no interest in me, even when I wear a necklace of Oxycontin.
Sucks, doesn't it?
My brother doesn't have the problem. But, then again, he's got a few tatts now. And, he enjoys being mean to them ... which I think they need from time to time, like adding freon to the air conditioner.
No you're right, they seem to be expecting the hard backhand every so often. Ever have one of them tell you they didn't think you cared because you never hit them? That's the special moment when you realize you're an alien.
Originally Posted By: Uomo Grassissimo!!
Originally Posted By: HBH
They don't think someone should work.
FIXED!!!
It was always interesting to read Cali Marie complaining about no money when hubby OneBadKat was incarcerated. No attempt to work [other than the "dating" ads K1ng found], but lots of whining about not qualifying for Welfare, etc.
Ever have one of them tell you they didn't think you cared because you never hit them?
No. But, I have had them tell me that the guy doing the verbal abuse or emotional damage NEEDED them more. And, thus it was only a projection of his far deeper NEED for them.
I've only had one ex-girlfriend who told me about any "Ray Rice" type incident. And, that was by her soon to be ex-husband years after we dated.
Likely because the others aren't attracted to me AT ALL in the first place.
I had a girl punch me in the face once. She instantly recoiled back like she was expecting a counter punch and seemed upset that I didn't hit her back. The relationship didn't last much longer, which was probably a good thing. She woulda wound up in the hospital and I would've ended up in jail.
I had a bit of a meltdown at the Union City Post Office this afternoon.
That PO is FULL of incompetents who want to do no work.
I was in there about 1:30PM. There were 9 people ahead of me. Only one of the seven or nine windows open. Besides the employee at molasses pace at the window there were 5-7 milling about inside, looking busy, doing NOTHING!
I'm the only white male customer in the Post Office. The rest are Hispanic. I think I might be the only citizen. Certainly the only one born in the US.
So I open my mouth, "WHY is only one window open when there are like TEN of you doing NOTHING?!?!?"
NOW they open two more windows and a supervisor comes out to see if she can move the line along.
My turn at the window. Once again an employee of this post office refuses to lift my package because "it's too heavy". I heard this over and over when I would mail books before I moved. But, they aren't too heavy. There limit is 70 lbs. This box didn't weigh 40!
Now she's asking questions and comes up with some technically that she can't accept the package as media mail. I show her the info from the net on my phone that she's wrong.
There is a supervisors' meeting. The three stooges decide that the internet information is wrong and their training is right. The refuse my package. I ask for their names. All they will give me are first names .... and there are more than one of them with each name!
After I rant loudly calling them incompetent inferior human beings, I take my package and leave. I shove it into my Dad's car, we drive it all the way back to Queens and EASILY get it accepted at the Little Neck Auxiliary PO right off the LIE.
Postal police. That makes it federal. Consequences will never be the same.
Seriously tho, that's a fucked up tale. if the shit was too heavy, how the fuck did you get it in the place? Since I discovered package pickup my life is much easier. Doesn't work for Media Mail, tho.
Postal police. That makes it federal. Consequences will never be the same.
Seriously tho, that's a fucked up tale. if the shit was too heavy, how the fuck did you get it in the place? Since I discovered package pickup my life is much easier. Doesn't work for Media Mail, tho.
I didn't threaten anyone, I just ranted about incompetence and why the post office was going bankrupt. But, you always run the risk that the employees might embellish ... sadly it's a post 9-11, no rights, world.
It wasn't too heavy. The limit is 70 lbs. I just checked the receipt from the other PO location and it was 38 [I told her 40-45, so I'm getting old, so 38 feel more like 45]. If she can't do the job, get another job!!
The last time I dealt with the Union City PO and this freakin' Chinese clerk I had a similar problem. Before I moved I put together a priority mail flat rate box of my dumbbell free weights. I used lots of Staples' version of Elmer's glue and Costco packing taped the entire surface of the box. It wasn't going to break open.
Based on the sum of discs, it weighed 57 lbs.
I was lazy. I didn't move it to my storage. I had the movers move it down the 7 set of steps from my walkup. Thus when I had the space allocated and the inclination to use them, I would ship the weights to FL. I would have them ready to go in my storage.
Last spring I when I was up in NY, it was time. I printed a label with postage [as you know, cheaper + free tracking], went to the storage, taped it to the box and brought it to the PO to drop off.
They made me wait on line and then the Chinese clerk told me it was "too heavy." I said it would weigh less than 60 lbs and the ads for the flat rate box says 70 lbs max. After 10 minutes of back and forth discussions, they accepted it.
Sadly for the other mailers, she just shoved the box from her scale into the mail bin, likely crushing other peoples' stuff. You could hear it hit the other parcels.
I had a girl punch me in the face once. She instantly recoiled back like she was expecting a counter punch and seemed upset that I didn't hit her back. The relationship didn't last much longer, which was probably a good thing. She woulda wound up in the hospital and I would've ended up in jail.
Ray Rice you are not. Obviously she is making that suicidal move because it is the ultimate way for her to tell you she is not happy with you. Most times she is mad for illogical reasons and so that is why you withhold your punch back. Of course if she has logical reasons, then it is your fault too.
^^^ No, she was batshit crazy. We were out back having a smoke on her back steps and she burst into tears and jumped into my arms for no apparent reason. After asking what's up, she claimed she was communicating with my dead brother who wanted me to acknowledge his presence and accept his apology for something. I told her I couldn't see him, so I would instead acknowledge the wild bush growing in her back yard and accept its apology. Then she clocked me.
As far as hitting her back, her two young kids were sleeping just inside. A few hours later, she drove them to school drunk while I was passed out on the couch. Every woman I meet is a fucking train wreck.
I didn't threaten anyone, I just ranted about incompetence and why the post office was going bankrupt. But, you always run the risk that the employees might embellish ... sadly it's a post 9-11, no rights, world.
Hmmm I think I see the problem here. Fatman needs to learn the lessons of Kahlil Gibran
^^^ No, she was batshit crazy. We were out back having a smoke on her back steps and she burst into tears and jumped into my arms for no apparent reason. After asking what's up, she claimed she was communicating with my dead brother who wanted me to acknowledge his presence and accept his apology for something. I told her I couldn't see him, so I would instead acknowledge the wild bush growing in her back yard and accept its apology. Then she clocked me.
As far as hitting her back, her two young kids were sleeping just inside. A few hours later, she drove them to school drunk while I was passed out on the couch. Every woman I meet is a fucking train wreck.
Wow! Uhhh it sounds like she was going to confess that she fucked your brother before he died and wanted to have mad passionate makeup sex with you as her way of settling the matter. Of course like all men - you made a faux pas and set the terms right away on sex instead of dragging the dirty little secret slowly out of her. Now she is under no obligation (in her mind) to ever tell you the secret.
Mothers teach their daughters this trick everyday.
I didn't threaten anyone, I just ranted about incompetence and why the post office was going bankrupt. But, you always run the risk that the employees might embellish ... sadly it's a post 9-11, no rights, world.
Hmmm I think I see the problem here. Fatman needs to learn the lessons of Kahlil Gibran
Decent flight back. 1/2 hour early arrival. The entire row to myself ... both sides!
I like the earliest flight out because LGA is a NIGHTMARE if there is a delay of any kind. Not enough seats.
Annoyance on the TSA line.
First a cute blonde girl in an Aussie hat who I was staring at got angry because I ended up ahead of her. She likely only noticed me because I was staring as we approached each other on the snaking lines.
Suddenly she noticed I was no longer staring but getting my boarding pass checked against my ID. I was at least 15 people behind her. For some reason -- line getting too long? -- a non-TSA security guard motioned some of us to go to the "premium" TSA line so I ended up about 5 people ahead of her.
Cute blondie was unhappy. She noted me when complaining about this random shortcut.
But, the worst was the pig behind me. First she refused to take of her shoes. She retorted she didn't need too. They asked for proof of age. Though she looked it, she wasn't old enough. After she took off her shoes, she refused to wait near the luggage scanner. The floor was too cold was the excuse.
My bag wasn't going thru quickly. My carry-on was FULL of metal, 99.99% coins of one type or another I retrieved from storage. From bus tokens to Mexican Pesos, from laundry tokens to Buffalo Nickels, from silver oz bars to Proof Franklin Half dollars, from parking tokens to an all-but-perfect silver crown dated 1484.
She complained about the delay in getting her luggage, trapped behind my carry-on. She then became a bit abusive ... like someone I know did at the Post Office recently. It wasn't received as well.
After they decided to clear my bag without opening it [in the past they've opened the bad to examine clumps of coins, last time 1960s uncirculated Canadian cents], there was a bit of excitement.
The TSA agent asked me if her bag was mine. Before I could answer, she claimed it and tried to leave the check point. THAT was a problem. She had a water bottle in her bag or something. They were very, very unhappy she touched the bag, let alone attempted to leave.
Though I don't think she understood that they had an issue until they grabbed her when leaving.
I collected my stuff and left. Last I saw of her, two agents flanked her and there was to be a complete inspection of her stuff.
Luckily for me they missed something I missed in my bag. Deep in a box of coins in holders there was an artifact I once won in a auction that should not have passed TSA inspection though it isn't very dangerous.
It is a long bronze Roman nail found in Jerusalem. Happily my collectable went unseized.
I think the obnoxious porcine woman behind me saved that nail from confiscation.
She screams at me, “Where is he? Where is my husband?” I calmly say, “I don’t know.”
A husband calls. “Does she have the kids? Are they still at Trinity Church?” Again, I don’t know.
My father asks me, “Is your sister still contracted to Cantor-Fitzgerald? Where is she working today? Why doesn’t she answer her phone?!?” I don’t know.
Henry the CEO inquires, "Will our life insurance will pay out for any of our staff killed? Or, is this considered an act of war?" I don't know.
Fred queries through sobs, “Does the building collapse mean my boyfriend is crushed in the rumble of the PATH station below?” I don’t know.
It occurs to Nicol that we have witnessed the sudden and total disintegration of the offices of our sole client before our very eyes. She ponders, “How does this impact payroll next week? Will I have enough money for rent?” I don’t know.
Will this event force our struggling firm into bankruptcy? When I close the gate over the doors tonight will they be closed forever? Will those who keep their lives lose their jobs? I don’t know.
I am responsible for more than 120 people. 93 are missing. Unaccounted for. Are they safe? Are they hurt? Are they even alive? When, if ever, will I know? I don’t know.
The dark and ponderous specter of that once promising, sunny Tuesday will haunt me as long as I have brain cells that are chemically active.
Horrible story, Fatman. I only knew a couple people who worked for Morgan Stanley in the second tower, and they booked immediately after the first one was hit.
As a sports fan, my most vivid memory after 9/11 was Mike Piazza's dramatic, heroic home run on 9/21. After that it was watching the next big boxing match somewhere overseas and the camera zoomed in on a guy with a giant oversized foam hat on with the American flag on it, waving around an oversized foam hand making the, "I'm number 1!" sign. I had to wonder out loud how anyone could hate us.
Horrible as is you didn't like it? Or you were able to feel how horrible I felt on 11 Sept 2001?
Originally Posted By: Jerkules
I only knew a couple people who worked for Morgan Stanley in the second tower, and they booked immediately after the first one was hit.
My sister lost so, so many. I recall doing a count against her wedding guest list from 1996. I counted 12. My brother says it was 15 or 16. I've never asked her.
She trained dozens of people at CF who died. Her boss died. So, so many ...
Same, what an epic bomb. Total drama. Let's go Mets!
My memory of it starts with the epic "New York, New York" from Liza at the 7th inning stretch ... the first responder kick-line ... and the Jay Patton hug.
I worked with a guy who was an Engineer at the World Trade Center. On 911 he sent his assistant to a meeting he had in one of the towers in his place so he could go get drunk and pop pain pills instead. The assistant died leaving a wife and newborn kid. The engineer had a nervous break down. He couldn't hold a job, got divorced and ended up being a flagger on the road crew. He drank and popped so many pills his liver went and he croaked. He was quite the annoying little fucker. Think irish Brandon with ronald mcdonald hair always down and complaining about what a worthless piece of shit he was. I used to encourage him to suicide(jokingly but serious) but the liver gave out first. In a way I guess he did suicide slowly.
I worked with a guy who was an Engineer at the World Trade Center. On 911 he sent his assistant to a meeting he had in one of the towers in his place so he could go get drunk and pop pain pills instead. The assistant died leaving a wife and newborn kid. The engineer had a nervous break down. He couldn't hold a job, got divorced and ended up being a flagger on the road crew. He drank and popped so many pills his liver went and he croaked. He was quite the annoying little fucker. Think irish Brandon with ronald mcdonald hair always down and complaining about what a worthless piece of shit he was. I used to encourage him to suicide(jokingly but serious) but the liver gave out first. In a way I guess he did suicide slowly.
Horrible as is you didn't like it? Or you were able to feel how horrible I felt on 11 Sept 2001?
Originally Posted By: Jerkules
I only knew a couple people who worked for Morgan Stanley in the second tower, and they booked immediately after the first one was hit.
My sister lost so, so many. I recall doing a count against her wedding guest list from 1996. I counted 12. My brother says it was 15 or 16. I've never asked her.
She trained dozens of people at CF who died. Her boss died. So, so many ...
I felt how horrible you felt.
The story itself was well written and conveyed the hopelessness and confusion of the situation. More like a poem than a story really.
She screams at me, “Where is he? Where is my husband?” I calmly say, “I don’t know.”
A husband calls. “Does she have the kids? Are they still at Trinity Church?” Again, I don’t know.
My father asks me, “Is your sister still contracted to Cantor-Fitzgerald? Where is she working today? Why doesn’t she answer her phone?!?” I don’t know.
Henry the CEO inquires, "Will our life insurance will pay out for any of our staff killed? Or, is this considered an act of war?" I don't know.
Fred queries through sobs, “Does the building collapse mean my boyfriend is crushed in the rumble of the PATH station below?” I don’t know.
It occurs to Nicol that we have witnessed the sudden and total disintegration of the offices of our sole client before our very eyes. She ponders, “How does this impact payroll next week? Will I have enough money for rent?” I don’t know.
Will this event force our struggling firm into bankruptcy? When I close the gate over the doors tonight will they be closed forever? Will those who keep their lives lose their jobs? I don’t know.
I am responsible for more than 120 people. 93 are missing. Unaccounted for. Are they safe? Are they hurt? Are they even alive? When, if ever, will I know? I don’t know.
The dark and ponderous specter of that once promising, sunny Tuesday will haunt me as long as I have brain cells that are chemically active.
Man that day sucked. I didn't leave my desk until every employee was accounted for and had a place to stay [if they were trapped in the city like me]. I think I got to the Williamsburg bridge about 6PM going to my best friend's house where I showered off cement dust and ash I didn't even notice I accumulated and coated my skin and colored my hair a sickly grey.
My last memory of the day is being in my buddy's backyard in Williamsburg after sunset and partially burned memos snowing down. I think he still has them. Some things I just can't collect.
The next few months sucked, too.
My main memories was the stench of the smoking rubble. I still believe I have the ashes of victims trapped in my lungs.
The Saturday afterwards I had a meeting to go to in College Point. From the NJ Turnpike, through the Exit 13 toll booths, over the Goethals Bridge, across the Staten Island Expressway (1 lane closed for government vehicles and dump trucks), over the Verrazano Bridge, and up the BQE was basically one long funeral procession. Everyone just stuck in traffic, staring at the smoke and lights. Morbid.
I was on a motorcycle, weaving in and out, using exit lanes and merge lanes and it still took me over 3 hours to get there.
On the 12th, I went into the city. The L train [which I still call the "Canarsie Line"] seemed to run normally, but no 4/5/6/1/2/3/A/C/E/B/D/F/N/R/Q/W below 14 some not below 34. The issue was getting below 14th Street without having ID as a resident.
My buddy and I just bluffed our way. It was much more difficult to get back to the office which was near Canal Street.
We wandered west to the highway where most people just cheered every vehicle that passed in each direction. I thought it silly to cheer a dumptruck full of concrete or a flatbed of crushed cars.
My cute Czech assistant called crying to say she didn't set the phone system correctly "no one knows we were closed!!," as the CEO put it.
I thought they had to be morons not to know we were closed. But, he wanted the kid gone if she didn't fix it. Cap'n save-a-ho-who-wasn't-ever-going-to-fuck-with-him-not-even-a-handjob came to the rescue and opted to get his fat butt to the office and turn on the system message.
Getting near Canal Street was interesting.
Army or National Guard stopped me at Houston with no problem. Spring was a bit of an issue, but they let me pass. I was accosted by a HumVee patrol when lifting the gate that exposed the locked doors to the office building.
I sat surrounded by 3 men with heavy guns while the lieutenant awaited instructions on whether I could enter the offices. I still can see their HumVee in my mind's eye. About as wide as Crosby street itself.
Once approved and inside, I recorded the message [I was later criticized both for mumbling and the use of sarcasm] set the system to play it instead of our "welcome" message, grabbed someone's backpack that was left in the closet, filled it with 8 or 9 Guinness-in-a-can-with-a-ping-pong-ball, left and locked up.
I actually met up with the HumVee squad. They wouldn't take the offered Stout.
My brother in law was working for Chase at the time and had to get back to Jersey on one of the ferries being used to triage the wounded. He's never started a conversation about it, so I never brought it up.
I'll never forget when GWB flew over my house on the way to Ground Zero. They landed AirForce 1 at McGuire, then he got in a chopper to get to NYC. There was a pack of 6 helicopters in attack formation flying low, loud and fast. When I heard em, I thought WTF?, then I looked up and knew what it was. I waved. They were maybe 200' off the ground, I guess to fly under radar. Only thing I've seen fly that low around here is a Stealth, but that was much, much quieter and slower.
Looking back I could see many A-rabs hearing that noise, peeking their heads out, and shitting their pants seeing them in the air, much less if they had guns blazing.
To Bornyo: Sorry my man. Got busy with other things.
I may be writing a book with my psychiatrist on the history of my disorders and their misdiagnosis for 30+ years. It seems that he believes that people will be interested in my story. My idea was to write a chapter on something and then have him analyse the chapter from a clinical psych mode and discuss the reasons why some meds worked and did not, for example.
He has a college classmate who is in publishing who had us in to discuss what I would need to get together to have such a thing considered by publishers. It seems a bit intriguing to me and I have begun some draft writings.
At the moment, it's a bit more interesting to me than XPT.
The psycho-pharm lost interest. He never lived up to his part. Barely gave me an outline. He read the first instalment. Loved it and made some good notes and set up some meetings.
He never came to the meeting. The other meetings were postponed because of his schedule. To my knowledge, he never read another thing I gave him.
Part of it was that in October 2007 I entered a full-service out-patient program at Roosevelt Hospital, so I couldn't see him for 6 months. There was no "outside" therapy allowed.
The program worked out fairly well for me. Not so much for most of the others. According to one of my fellow patients, only three of us 20-25 are left alive. Most of the group was CAMI [also classified MICA, CA = Chemically Addicted, MI = Mentally Ill].
It is not usual for me to be more enthusiastic about another's idea than they are. Most people who propose projects aren't prepared for the work that goes into them.
Part of it was that I'm not an addict. The publisher was much more interested in the lurid details of the vivid descent endemic to overcoming addiction than mental illness. There seems to be something voyeuristic or whatever about looking into the world of the addict for many.
The struggles of the mentally ill ... not so much.
Lastly and most importantly he really didn't write well. Which was a surprise, because he spoke well. I thought I just might be too critical or something until his buddy told me that his stuff was complete shit.
In the fall of 2008 when I became Medicare eligible I changed to St. Vincent's and over time lost contact with him.
Currently I'm working on a novel to entertain my buddy. He's a believer in the 9/11 conspiracies. So, it's a fictional historic novel that tries to ties all the disparate crackpot theories into a dramatic tale.
But, that's not going to see the light of any publisher.
I start it with a CIA figure, based on a real person we both know, walking a LI beach with the narrator the day after Flight 800 crashed.
I'm using his "version" of the 9/11 stuff, which has lots to do with the Rothschilds and the Federal Reserve Bank for some reason. But, my buddy keeps adding to it. Now the Ukraine crash with the Dutch on board is another brick in this wall. And, Sandy Hook, is part of it, too.
The old one I likely have it on disk still. Somewhere. But, it's only my side. The point of the book was for me to put out my experiences and him to comment on it from the psych side, to say why they did what they did, how it's changed, etc. So, it's got no real merit.
Currently I'm working on a novel to entertain my buddy. He's a believer in the 9/11 conspiracies. So, it's a fictional historic novel that tries to ties all the disparate crackpot theories into a dramatic tale.
But, that's not going to see the light of any publisher.
I start it with a CIA figure, based on a real person we both know, walking a LI beach with the narrator the day after Flight 800 crashed.
I'm using his "version" of the 9/11 stuff, which has lots to do with the Rothschilds and the Federal Reserve Bank for some reason. But, my buddy keeps adding to it. Now the Ukraine crash with the Dutch on board is another brick in this wall. And, Sandy Hook, is part of it, too.
Don't be so sure. Conspiracy theorists love that shit. If it reads well, they'll be quoting from it.
Lost my ymail account. Too many break-in attempts or something, without me signing in says Yahoo.
Updated my profile here so I can get mail if I'm a-mood to do so.
Yesterday marked 4.5 years of me in Florida.
Heading up to Union City to get my storage unit ready for a move this fall.
I have a Russian lady in her 40s who owns a business interesting in me. She has 2 daughters. The legal one is bitchy. Russian women scare me.
A friend of mine has stopped trying to pawn off her daughter on me. I am not and never will be interested. Now trying to get me to bite on the daughter's daughter. I have some interest, to my surprise.
There is a receptionist I flirt with from time to time who I swear was in porn. Have to get her to accept my invitation to go swimming. Hoping to see a tatt or two and maybe ID her that way .....
There is another receptionist at a doctor's office who is warming to me. She is very young but legal, fit but not very cute. She liked when I pointed out that her HS sweatshirt should have been hooded since the mascot denoted on it is a Cobra.
I'm all but recovered from my umbilical hernia surgery and once again lifting and swimming, but I don't know how I got a hernia and it makes be nervous when my abs engage. Should be under 250 lbs soon. I've been hovering just above it since I injured myself last summer. So closing on a year down 75 lbs in my most recent war against my fatness.
Southeast Florida is nice. Even on a drizzly day like today when it progresses from rain to sun back to rain and so on.
I walk in my "all in" strip poker outfit [as in just a pair of black starter shorts commando] and breathe in the freshness as I get the mail.
So much finer than the CO and diesel fuel of the palisades over Weehawken, though I miss the ability to walk to EVERYTHING. And, the ease of public transport.
If there is no lightning, I will swim again later. I even like swimming in the rain. As long as it's not pouring.
I'm pretty sure I'm fatter than fat man. Can my title say fatter-er man or something like that?
I have met Fatman, and I wouldn't be surprised. Of course, by the time I met him, he was taking back control of his life, and his girth. And the self-depreciation of his self-imposed screenname was genuine, unlike your belated attempts to fit in.
BTW: For a guy who rarely drinks, he has better taste in booze than you.
I'm pretty sure I'm fatter than fat man. Can my title say fatter-er man or something like that?
I have met Fatman, and I wouldn't be surprised. Of course, by the time I met him, he was taking back control of his life, and his girth. And the self-depreciation of his self-imposed screenname was genuine, unlike your belated attempts to fit in.
BTW: For a guy who rarely drinks, he has better taste in booze than you.
When I drink it is generally to get as drunk as fast as possible for the least amount of money so I have no doubt that his taste in alcohol is better than mine. I enjoy craft beers and better whiskey although I don't really have the time or funds to become a bourbon/scotch snob and can rarely afford better beers so it's usually Ezra Brooks and Genese or a 40 or malt for me. I've gained and lost hundreds of pounds over the last ten years. My weight has been really erratic lately due to having endocrine problems and having to take meds for that, which I'm not trying to use that as an excuse for poor diet choices.
Hey, I'm off prozac [2 months plus] for the first time in 27 years. I'm manic as fuck. lol
Its name brand is tapazole. It's just a standard anti thyroid drug as I have hyperthyroid. I lost 80 pounds for no reason so I went to the doctor. The weight loss was good for me but it cranks up your heart rate so you're still getting the same negative effects that you'd have from being a lard ass so I take drugs to lower my metabolism back down and gained 60 pounds back because I eat like a slob. I actually cut out 90% of my drinking and am trying to get rid if most carbs which is hard considering everything is carbs. But what ever blah blah, this is fucking boring. Good luck with the Prozac weening. I've been horrified to ever got in any kind of drugs designed to help with mental health after hearing so many horror stories about them making things worse.
I'm addicted for sure. Started back. Got so fucking angry and hyper I thought I was gonna explode. Other than that it's a helluva drug.
I didn't know you could get addicted to Prozac. You're saying it makes you angry but that's an improvement from your depression or maybe I'm misreading. Either way I'm glad if it's helped you. I know some folks who have been on heroin for years and recently started taking xanax recreationally and say the xanax has fucked their brains up worse than the dope. Now they abuse smack, xanax, methadone and ambient in different amounts and combinations. I personally think it's the ambien that is fucking their brains up from the horror stories I've heard about that shit.
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