It is about three hours from the day I came into this world, 51 years ago in Big Spring, Texas. Wow, I'm definitely a middle-aged person, unmarried, unattached, no kids, the only baggage that I've acquired is a friend's 9 year old cat by the name of "Annie Boy". He got that odd name because when he was named, "he" was supposed to be a "she' by the name of "Annie".
I called my old friend Sharon up a few minutes ago and told her that I'd moved and gave her my new phone number and address. It had been over a year since I last spoke to her because it has been close to a year since I first got the place where I currently live. I'm supposed to call her tomorrow at 11:00 AM and then I'll try to get her to go out with me somewhere.
Hmm, where would that be? I know, some dive bar where we can have a few drinks and shoot some pool. The Catalina Lounge or the Arizona Cafe come to mind, or some other dive in Ocean Beach. It will be good to see her again! I wonder if she'll have a little glass with me? Then some mixed drinks or beers! I hope that she'll loosen up enough to where she'd be receptive to a move that I think that I'd like to make on her! It sure would be a nice birthday present if she's up to it!
These sort of thoughts that I have for her began years ago when she came to my shop on Rosecrans one afternoon. I've never seen her act the way she did that afternoon, before or since, and I wonder if she has any memory of it at all, because it was strange, to say the least. She wasn't out of it, but she was acting strange, like she was in a dream state almost. I was asleep when she arrived and once she came into my room, she immediately wanted to suck my cock and fuck. She totally caught me by surprise and I basically went through the motions, because she had never behaved like this towards me before.
I remember one thing that she said when she was sucking my cock. She said that she used to suck a bunch of guys cocks when she was in high school, which led me to ponder a few questions (not that they need to be answered, but it would give me some insight as to why she came over that day).
For instance:
1. Did she suck a bunch of guys off at the same time, or was it just individual guys at different times? (The way that she spoke of it, it sounded like she was involved in gang bangs!)
2. Did she only give head or did she fuck them, too?
3. Did she enjoy it, or was it something that she was pushed into?
4. How often did she do them? (Was it daily, weekly, monthly? She gave me the impression that it was on a regular basis.)
5. How old was she when she met and then married her late husband? How and where did they meet? (I assume that he must have been quite a few years older than she was.)
6. I don't know if she realizes it or not, but she seems to be attracted to guys that are abusive to her. (Jack and Bobby are perfect examples of guys that abused her mentally, and she would just accept it, like she deserved it.)
If she would give me a chance, at least I could show her that she doesn't have to accept anyone's abuse. Not mine, hers, or anyone else's! It's okay to have sex just for the fun and physical release that it provides! The nastier you get has a direct influence on the type of climaxes that you will have.
If she's acting a bit bitchy and won't realize that it would be a good thing for her to fuck me, because it would do both of us a great deal of good, then perhaps I should pull an underhanded tactic. Not that I want to, in fact, I'd rather not mention it at all, but if I think that I can use it to convince her that she should fuck me, then I might. The point being, is that I loaned her $100.00 about two years ago, and she has never repaid me any of it. Does she think that it was a gift?
I don't care how much money that I have, I'm not in the habit of just giving it away like that! Suppose we get naked, and then we can discuss it at some other time. The bottom line is that I'm extremely horny at the moment. I could really have some great big, nasty fun with Sharon! God, she has great big, luscious tits to suck and squeeze, and her pussy is tight! Cum with me, Sharon!
Who knows, if you'd like to make it a regular thing, I'm up to it!
Remember this above all that I've said, you will never be abused or mistreated by me for getting nasty with me! In fact, the nastier that you get, the better that I'll like you! SO GIVE IT UP!!!
[ Sun Aug 03, 05:18:34 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
I got a call from a friend who I had given a PC to a few years ago when I upgraded. It has served her and her 2 teenagers quite well, but whenever they have a problem with it, they call me and expect me to come over to fix it. They still have not learned, although I have tried to explain and show them a number of times, how to run "Scandisk" and then "Defragment" their 6.3GB HD.
Anyway, the call had to do with not having a mouse! How ironic that I had spent hours yesterday resolving my own mouse problems! The first thing that I suggested was to turn it off by using the master power switch, waiting about a minute and then, making sure that the mouse is properly plugged in, reboot.
Since it has been over an hour since I got the call, I suppose that this has resolved their mouse problems. It pisses me off that I hadn't thought of trying this until it had become one of my last resorts!
The only consolation to the whole affair is that I will definately remember to do this at the very beginning of resolving any problems with any PC that I may come across in the future. It's not a question of if that time will come, because we all know that it eventually will. The only question is when will it happen next?
[ Sat Aug 02, 11:50:44 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
Google Robert: Thank you so much for your detailed summary of your nightmare with the City of SD parking people. We hope to gather several more tales of what appears to be a system that's out of control. I will keep you posted as the story unfolds -- and you are so right about parking enforcement officers acting like "robots"!
Patrick Glynn Fahrenheit San Diego
Having lived in San Diego for about 40 of the past 41-years of the 50 that I've racked up, I have received my share of parking citations from the Parking Enforcement Division of the San Diego Police Department. Here are a few suggestions that I think would be of interest to your readers that you may wish to consider while developing your story:
1. Ask any Parking Enforcement Officer if there is anything in their job description that contains a clause about "ethical behavior"? I tried this tactic in a polite manner to a male Parking Enforcement Officer one day on India Street and all it got me was having to jump out of the way of the front tire of the three-wheeled rig that he was driving, as he rudely exited my presence without saying a word in response.
I think it is a fair and a pertinent question to ask because it has been my experience that none of them have any concept of ethical behavior. In fact, all of the Parking Enforcement Officers that I've ever come in contact with seemed to react to me as if they were some sort of robot. They all had standard replies and not one of them would take a minute or two from their busy schedules to hear me out.
2. Knowing about their policy of impounding a vehicle if it is found to have five outstanding tickets, saved me from having my vehicle impounded on one occasion but it nearly cost me a misdemeanor charge of intentionally disregarding the order of the Parking Enforcement Officer who was standing at the rear of my Dodge van, on her radio, requesting that a tow truck be sent.
Honestly, I never heard her command me to stop. I walked past her and when I overheard her conversation on her radio, I intentionally removed myself from her sightline, while entering the vehicle, starting it, and then driving away. I saw this action as being my only recourse because I had two days before been to the DMV to register the vehicle.
The DMV gladly accepted my check which included payment for the four outstanding tickets and the current registration fees. I had the documentation proving that I had paid these tickets along with the new registration inside my glove compartment which I would have shown the officer, but I knew that it would be a fruitless task since the DMV had not cleared these tickets with the Parking Enforcement database (why else would she be calling to impound my van?).
I drove about a mile or so on Congress St. in Old Town, when I saw two San Diego Police squad cars approaching from the opposite direction. The high rate of speed that they were traveling, along with their lights flashing, made me think that they were going to some sort of emergency or that they were in pursuit of a dangerous suspect.
When they came even to me, the first one waved me over, while the second blocked the road if I chose to not comply. I parked the van, grabbed the DMV documents, and exited the vehicle. I told the officer, who was the driver of the first car, that I held the documentation that would explain everything. I handed them to him, along with my driver's license, while the two officers from the second car sized me up and down as if I was going to resist them.
At one point, the officer who had the documentation asked me to point out to him what it meant. Stapled to the renewed registration was a print out of the four parking violations; including times and dates, citation numbers, codes violated, amount of the fine, penalties for late payment, etc. Most importantly, each violation stated that they had been paid, and their totals were reflected on the print out of the total fees paid.
At that point, the officer discussed this with the other two, and fortunately he prevailed over what they thought they should do. They stated that they were ready to place me under arrest for the misdemeanor that they felt that I had committed. When I heard this, I became outraged and asked them how my actions could be a misdemeanor. They answered that I had intentionally disobeyed the command of the Parking Enforcement Officer. I said that I never heard her say a word, nor did she pursue me when I had driven away.
They responded by saying that they will listen to what the Parking Enforcement Officer had to say, once she arrived. I suppose that she must have waited for the tow truck to arrive because it took her about twenty minutes to show up and the tow truck was just behind her.
I was never given a chance to speak to her, the two officers from the second car did and recommended that I be given a misdemeanor citation, and then they left. The policeman with my DMV printouts next spoke to her and I could see that he was having a difficult time convincing her that these had been paid. However when the citation numbers matched the ones that said were still outstanding, she had to back down.
The policeman told me that she would agree not to have my van impounded on condition that she could issue me a ticket for a timed violation. I asked him if he was going to issue the misdemeanor citation against me if I accepted her citation. He said no, I got the parking citation, and drove away.
Do you think that had the van been towed, and I showed that the tickets had been paid prior to the Parking Enforcement Department's database had been updated with this information, that I could have gotten the van released without paying the impound fee?
Hell no!
Would I have any recourse for seeking compensation for this error?
It is doubtful!
It doesn't stop there though. Approximately three months later, at the beginning of a new year, I received a telephone call from someone who works for the Revenue and Recovery Division of the City of San Diego demanding payment for the four citations I've just described along with interest penalties. I said that this must be some sort of bad joke, because I had paid the tickets three months ago as a condition of having my vehicle registration renewed.
He didn't want to believe me at first, but I said that if he wanted me to come to his office and show him the documentation of this or if he wanted me to mail him copies of it, that I would. At that point he backed off and said that he would check into this and that he would get back to me.
He called the next day and said that although the citations had been paid, I was still in arrears for the interest penalties that had accrued. I became angry at this point, and asked him for what period the interest had been charged for. He said for the previous three months. Then I asked him if he was serious because why should I be charged any interest on something that I had already paid for. I said that if anyone should pay any interest for that period of time it should be the DMV because they were the ones who had collected the money and that it was not my problem if the City of San Diego had not gotten their money from the State of California.
He disagreed and asked me when I would pay the $39.00 in interest. I said that I would never pay it. He said that I would. I said "Good Bye".
I recently rented an apartment and had to submit to a credit check. Sure enough, the City of San Diego has filed a claim on my credit for each of the three years since this whole thing occurred!
What a bunch of idiots!
Sincerely,
Robert Payne
[ Sat Aug 02, 06:35:29 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
I went to bed about 2:00 AM after the FA/18 game I was playing blacked out the screen upon exiting. I rebooted and went to sleep. When I awoke at about 8:00 the PC was asleep and as I couldn't get it to render a screen, I rebooted. That's when I discovered that I had no mouse!
I tried unplugging and replugging it in several times. No dice! I tried a system restore, selecting a date at the end of July. Nada? From the "Device Manager" I learned that the mouse had a conflicting resource at IRQ 12 (I thought that a mouse didn't require an interrupt) and the conflicting hardware was my Radeon 9000 video card (which normally uses IRQ 5). Something had gotten way out of kilter!
I uninstalled the video card and the mouse from "Device Manager", forcing a reboot. Each time I rebooted, Windows immediately recognized new hardware and installed drivers for it, without even giving me a choice to install them or not. To get around that I had to uninstall the Ati software. When I reinstalled it, each time it used IRQ 5, but after rebooting it switched to IRQ 12. Total bull shit!
I went through this crap, over and over again, for about three hours, and then I had to run an errand. When I got home a couple of hours later, I repeated all of the above and decided to use the master power switch during reboots. I don't know if that was the solution, but it worked the first time. Go figure!
In the future, I will use the master power switch, whenever I'm spending any time in PC hell! It's a new SOP!
[ Tue Jul 15, 01:28:25 AM | Robert Payne | edit ]
A couple of weeks ago I visited a friend that I've known for close to 30-years now. It had been about a month since I had last seen him and during that time I had dyed my hair a dark brown. I had sort of gotten used to how it made me look 10 years younger, but it was new to him and he kept on telling me that if I lost about 30 lbs., I'd be a "lady killer". I told him about how easy the dye job had been and I suggested that he should try some for himself. I was surprised to see that he had purchased some hair dye when I visited him last Saturday. Since he is married he doesn't need to look younger to attract any females' attentions, and so I thought that he would never take my suggestion seriously and actually dye his hair!
I should take his advice about losing some weight because it would certainly improve my overall appearence greatly! Not only would I look better, but more importantly, I know that I would feel a whole lot better about myself! So I will begin to watch my diet and get a couple of work outs in every week.
I'm going to fix the flats on my mountain bike and try riding it for at least half an hour every day, golf a couple of times a week, and go for a couple of swimming sessions at the beach every week, too! Depending upon how my ears handle the water, I might even buy a new surfboard and begin surfing again! God, it's been at least 10 years since I last surfed, but I've paid my dues, and with a little paddling around each time I go out, I think that I can get myself into good enough shape to be able to get some waves.
[ Sat Jul 12, 10:55:21 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
WHOA! It's been a long time since I've been back to my very own "Bobsblog". It's been over a year, could it be two? I was reminded of it a few minutes ago when I pressed on the "Blogging Post" Icon that is part of the Google Tool Bar that attaches to your browser. As I recall, it was a major hassle for me to post anything to my blog because I had to FTP it, and I could never get my FTP client configured properly to transfer my blogging updates. I sort of got the impression, at the time, that this problem had something to do with SouthWest Bell, who was providing my DSL connection back then. It's all pretty vague just what exactly was causing me the problems.
The good news is, that Blogger remembered my log in and password. Better yet, I have been a very happy subscriber to Cox Cable for my connection to the internet, my telephone, and my cable television for the past year. My connection speed totally smokes what I was able to get from SWB (750 KB/sec vs 1.6 MB/sec). If anyone that happens to read this ever has to make a choice for their ISP between DSL or Cable, choose cable. Cable is far cheaper when you average the download rates into your monthly fee!
[ Sun Oct 08, 08:09:23 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
Cho Oyu 2000 Expedition on climb.mountainzone.com This is a great hazard of routes that have many climbers. Camp 1 is dotted with hundreds of brown spots and deposits of TP. Flying feces from last week's windstorms has left a microscopic bacterial wasteland covering the entire camp. I do not think boiling your melted snow water is a safe guarantee, for at that altitude one would have to continually boil one's water for over 20 minutes. A non-practicality when fuel is limited. We all plan to bring iodine pills in the future.
[ Thu Jul 27, 06:28:26 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
Classics in the History of Psychology -- First Annual Meeting of the American Psychological Association (1892) (3) Experiments upon Pain by Dr. HERBERT NICHOLS, Harvard University. On Glans Penis: Four hospital subjects, healthy as to parts concerned. Natural temperature of part 32° C. If a shield of cotton and asphalt protect the prepuce, and a large Bunsen burner is brought forward, no warmth is felt; trace of pain noted at 36°-41°. Clear 39°-43°; strong 49°-50°; unbearable 50°-58°. From cold metal no cold is felt; trace of pain at 15°-8°; clear 10°-8°; tolerably strong 5°-2°. Applied ice never felt cold; after 30-60 seconds dull pain; in time becomes unbearable. On lower regions of œsophagus: insensible to feelings of warmth, of cold, or of touch from considerable pressure. Sharp pains from twisting the mucous membrane on end of bougie. On extreme upper portions of rectum: similar results. The sub-dermal surfaces of cuts and wounds, the nerves of the teeth, and portions of the upper cavities of the nose also give pain only.
[ Fri Jul 21, 10:42:26 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
Hypothermia. Far Beyond Being Cool!!!! 14.) How come in "Adult Movies" the girls are always wearing theirs shoes?? Chances are that naked chick isn't going anywhere. . but she still has her high heels on. because the floors are cold and dirty and disgusting, and i personally don't feel very sexy when i point my toes towards the ceiling and they're filthy, covered in dirt, lint, and dust bunnies between the toes - GROSSSSSS!!! i'm a neatfreak, and just the though makes my skin CRAWL!!!! ewwwwwwwwww!!
[ Mon Jul 17, 05:36:58 PM | Robert Payne | edit ]
Welcome to Bobsblog! What the heck is a blog, you may ask? Heck if I know, but if I've got the settings correct using CuteFTP to my Home Page at PacBell, maybe we'll find out.
