tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066532230884149932024-02-07T21:57:24.973-08:00Musings of a Geek Bearultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-49567749007894796442014-05-24T22:06:00.000-07:002014-05-24T22:05:56.282-07:00Updates....<div>Haven't blogged in a while. Just been busy enjoying my life + stuff. Saw the new Godzilla movie (twice), LOVED it! This Memorial Day weekend I'm kicking it off with an undwrwear party, then big BBQ with my family. Have fun y'all!!!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-16278319530603478532014-04-18T03:01:00.000-07:002014-04-18T15:13:28.602-07:008 on the 18th<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Haven't done a random set of pics in a while. Here's 8 on the 18th day (because I couldn't come up with 18 pics spontaneously). </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>1. The moon behind clouds one morning before heading to work.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVw2drqC3bFtHB9X5WMgN2pk9xb7tLW-QvjYS9P2BVuoOH2sBIek3XuM2BMaccGFM3loZZ3cMWUvA4iYTWeZLHvLDh8ebCK5VfQfmmSmB1ZbvkYoCBhGxTgl04rotcgK4nziJgH6XciE/s1600/7-11+morning-708603.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVw2drqC3bFtHB9X5WMgN2pk9xb7tLW-QvjYS9P2BVuoOH2sBIek3XuM2BMaccGFM3loZZ3cMWUvA4iYTWeZLHvLDh8ebCK5VfQfmmSmB1ZbvkYoCBhGxTgl04rotcgK4nziJgH6XciE/s320/7-11+morning-708603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759587867119506" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>2. When I went to the beach recently this stand caught my attention. This sounds like an upset stomach waiting to happen.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdxZjWn1mifDRpsdI4RIYulfKDqvBD_iUGR1Z4hdNnn3b_KHkyTtmWmIyRh_f3d-czqYjSQEeEYTIpEw1UFqFWD0miPhmZ0JapD860oyiLMgNPhldZlczgLIeITefhZZIMkbjAIi5uZg/s1600/deep+fried+horror-710771.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKdxZjWn1mifDRpsdI4RIYulfKDqvBD_iUGR1Z4hdNnn3b_KHkyTtmWmIyRh_f3d-czqYjSQEeEYTIpEw1UFqFWD0miPhmZ0JapD860oyiLMgNPhldZlczgLIeITefhZZIMkbjAIi5uZg/s320/deep+fried+horror-710771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759591422969778" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>3. A hot pair of dudes on the beach, with added UFO artwork. ;)</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0HJJE3ctU8s1DLmH7LLuvCz7EgbrZN18KQfvvt6OPARVB81LztXNOu4qVAQlgGKvruHTO7ps45wxJfyqVcjy2BgFyD5g653ohVgaTm6rTI9OBiZVdmH9YmXYRvEokCzcahrOs1aZ3vA/s1600/perfect+specimens-712959.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0HJJE3ctU8s1DLmH7LLuvCz7EgbrZN18KQfvvt6OPARVB81LztXNOu4qVAQlgGKvruHTO7ps45wxJfyqVcjy2BgFyD5g653ohVgaTm6rTI9OBiZVdmH9YmXYRvEokCzcahrOs1aZ3vA/s320/perfect+specimens-712959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759606069767842" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>4. Pic from the last Bearracuda underwear party I attended. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFheTkSfoSVl_AW8ATdx8ETkxrh0DRcdjxG7zjXgnc_ozi4aBlE8gH8GxYkrGfNeoytW8_4g-GYwwpYoPs_6jK6A7HlBPERu8iaL7vthL6aY6_zj9J0x3cxmQnRDUBkm59WukcvIvpio/s1600/last+bearracuda1-716415.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFheTkSfoSVl_AW8ATdx8ETkxrh0DRcdjxG7zjXgnc_ozi4aBlE8gH8GxYkrGfNeoytW8_4g-GYwwpYoPs_6jK6A7HlBPERu8iaL7vthL6aY6_zj9J0x3cxmQnRDUBkm59WukcvIvpio/s320/last+bearracuda1-716415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759618972956514" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>5. Godzilla vinyl sticker I found. Looking forward to the new movie.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJ8-cSxRxYNeJ8wFAjtkbR0gSgNoRU65foeYz9LjzUusYrSHK5MVfBwl6SFuoSvoSMAZp0Y9yDtQV2IUeaKE35uzoypp7AXiaF3HLqRrLKWLav9vmppIA78lgo45LgGjAVgDkMn0q83s/s1600/Godzilla+sticker-718546.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJ8-cSxRxYNeJ8wFAjtkbR0gSgNoRU65foeYz9LjzUusYrSHK5MVfBwl6SFuoSvoSMAZp0Y9yDtQV2IUeaKE35uzoypp7AXiaF3HLqRrLKWLav9vmppIA78lgo45LgGjAVgDkMn0q83s/s320/Godzilla+sticker-718546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759628243224050" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>6. Went to see the band Empire Of The Sun. This was a cool sugar skull prop during one of the songs.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Zd018PjvX1GgQWLDLhSmkleNODgfZkXOm4l08Cc0xTSNqG6Ha8-mrdlIIJtsYDs03MM44BFi9da7Q35Khlh4iVPX2lyfy0CCWnfKhYTmTVRSa8GQgXUUIDOnhgxYbWULBFDjALm3oI/s1600/sugar+skull1-720325.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Zd018PjvX1GgQWLDLhSmkleNODgfZkXOm4l08Cc0xTSNqG6Ha8-mrdlIIJtsYDs03MM44BFi9da7Q35Khlh4iVPX2lyfy0CCWnfKhYTmTVRSa8GQgXUUIDOnhgxYbWULBFDjALm3oI/s320/sugar+skull1-720325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759638424891314" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>7. My lunch = chicken avocado salad.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierz33NLCfRP7RvvqU6-Lje6rHo7XONQLkCah7vxxX2HgOdBNgmDjoUgQ7My0h-mhzXgb74jQQcsM44cdW83ZF1Xrn0Z-bR8tRDjsodslQC0HciksHJoeeD4-5EN5pGLSu4nSH7Vg6Xpw/s1600/chicken+avocado+salad-722513.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierz33NLCfRP7RvvqU6-Lje6rHo7XONQLkCah7vxxX2HgOdBNgmDjoUgQ7My0h-mhzXgb74jQQcsM44cdW83ZF1Xrn0Z-bR8tRDjsodslQC0HciksHJoeeD4-5EN5pGLSu4nSH7Vg6Xpw/s320/chicken+avocado+salad-722513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759643759221762" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>8. At a coffee shop some dude was leaning forward, showing off his ass crack. He's wearing Hanes undies. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACqqsS3GeK7QQ0nf0hVRgVmGPqHVRkZ0WDLdpwq9mtj5hmijTVTDmDYB-idc3Ae0fwhqAMF8GHM8-fSYdK-FINZkqyabfu0QDu1zFSg3vngQqiP7VdYJTho7mhHbQRTsJrvUH_L-trSg/s1600/ass+crack+peek+at+Philz-724507.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgACqqsS3GeK7QQ0nf0hVRgVmGPqHVRkZ0WDLdpwq9mtj5hmijTVTDmDYB-idc3Ae0fwhqAMF8GHM8-fSYdK-FINZkqyabfu0QDu1zFSg3vngQqiP7VdYJTho7mhHbQRTsJrvUH_L-trSg/s320/ass+crack+peek+at+Philz-724507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6003759652732878482" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-18032147873827893652014-03-24T22:22:00.001-07:002014-03-24T22:22:46.410-07:00The weekend shenanigans.<div>So I guess the highlight of my weekend was that I finally got to experience something I've wanted to try. I took 2 dicks up my bum. Does that make me a bigger slut now? While I'm tempted to think that's pretty impressive, the fact that some men can take entire fists up their behind I guess it's not that big a deal. Either way I can scratch that one off my bucket list. Haha! Other things I did this weekend were:</div><div>I watched Lars von Trier's Nymphomaniac part 1. It was well made, good acting (especially Uma Thurman in a small but fantastic role was a jilted wife), thought provoking, unbiased, non clichéd, and I'm looking forward to the 2nd installment. </div><div>I also had realized that I've gotten used to eating healthier food since I had some fast food and it upset my stomach. </div><div>And on a final note, while I like shopping at American Apparel the very bright lights in their dressing room are a little too bright. Being able to see every flaw, wrinkle, etc is probably not something you want your customers to see when shopping for your clothes. </div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-62485319837784353032014-03-03T18:34:00.000-08:002014-03-03T18:35:42.182-08:00Big Things...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0YT7oVtgZFRYg8joC_1pSXXu74IgXfQakixE5kpfIRolQuSrDkGhclaxfby-Zdf8_c-Dl_UejMS_xS7psRmwU6dcm3LtxiV5zGeHN0SLJUxd-7XkuHtTmisyu0t2XK6YwaeKAGftus8/s1600/PicsArt_1393508719397-742182.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0YT7oVtgZFRYg8joC_1pSXXu74IgXfQakixE5kpfIRolQuSrDkGhclaxfby-Zdf8_c-Dl_UejMS_xS7psRmwU6dcm3LtxiV5zGeHN0SLJUxd-7XkuHtTmisyu0t2XK6YwaeKAGftus8/s320/PicsArt_1393508719397-742182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5986757243353527602" /></a></p><div>This morning I had a doc appt (standard check-up) and the medical scale let me know that my scale at home is accurate. I currently weigh 165lbs. The gym and calorie counting is clearly helping. ;)</div><div><br></div><div>The other "big" thing I guess is that on Saturday I took one of the biggest dicks I've seen. I was kinda intimidated, not sure if I'd be able to take it but I did. The dude wants more, so I'll be hitting him up again. ;)</div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-27873633329742479072014-02-16T10:21:00.001-08:002014-02-16T10:21:34.172-08:00Much needed fun!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMWscLsX9YBeRDIZmi5rouDPTjaWjOYju_moKCasoJWEW8lqKcP3PSi8Js_Sj2lX8ArISlmS6kV9CyHNvGPEtLMBrRE7kIs1nfHOfDuFsNzPZkSMiPnLMtgOSJn-EoVQO0rae8-t686k/s1600/20140215_223804_LLS-794172.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMWscLsX9YBeRDIZmi5rouDPTjaWjOYju_moKCasoJWEW8lqKcP3PSi8Js_Sj2lX8ArISlmS6kV9CyHNvGPEtLMBrRE7kIs1nfHOfDuFsNzPZkSMiPnLMtgOSJn-EoVQO0rae8-t686k/s320/20140215_223804_LLS-794172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5981063634483155746" /></a></p><div>It had been a while since I'd gone out, so it was nice to get out last night to a Bearracuda underwear party. The DJ's were spinning really awesome music, kept me in the dance floor most of the night. Got friendly with a few. ;) It was some much needed FUN! </div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-2448059800715099842014-02-14T16:46:00.001-08:002014-02-14T16:46:38.383-08:00HVD!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0IdK3yXI7u8qfxriDymzXcFxkNnRf6vDB6H11UTOoilwK1Q6FP8blIptp1xAxgV3w1hKjFU7qUxidWw1hzkk0BJLHUW2QZ8rYBCN3LqdrQHlBdpULLQx7IrYpKvbwh-5rIuY-SlyMcUM/s1600/facebook_-501282719-798383.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0IdK3yXI7u8qfxriDymzXcFxkNnRf6vDB6H11UTOoilwK1Q6FP8blIptp1xAxgV3w1hKjFU7qUxidWw1hzkk0BJLHUW2QZ8rYBCN3LqdrQHlBdpULLQx7IrYpKvbwh-5rIuY-SlyMcUM/s320/facebook_-501282719-798383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5980420692775194210" /></a></p><div>This night, exactly 10 years ago, I dumped my sorry excuse for a boyfriend and have been single ever since. And I haven't regretted it yet. So happy heart's day, however you celebrate it.</div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-73338416601474974392014-02-09T13:08:00.000-08:002014-02-09T13:09:06.714-08:00Android!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhe8yViN2J5Bpl6mOWEBVFmrLZX0Q84TfndnVch0vE0dQXYmqhi-LiNmF9nfHTMX5rQyu_bo2fdnQdfViGS4miBfUtUMAab7OftSqcor6l_Sfk_oXwnQRahoZs_yvl1E8JYTi1HAIcNc/s1600/20140209_125701_LLS-746715.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhe8yViN2J5Bpl6mOWEBVFmrLZX0Q84TfndnVch0vE0dQXYmqhi-LiNmF9nfHTMX5rQyu_bo2fdnQdfViGS4miBfUtUMAab7OftSqcor6l_Sfk_oXwnQRahoZs_yvl1E8JYTi1HAIcNc/s320/20140209_125701_LLS-746715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5978509234073785970" /></a></p><div>Decided to buy a few of those cute Android toys. One in a suit and the other in an unmarked box. I actually wanted any of the 3 pictured in the middle, but got the gold one, which ain't bad. That's my latest geek purchase. </div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-33299481684536219132014-02-02T06:32:00.000-08:002014-02-02T18:37:54.943-08:00Deciphering Guy Speak<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Anyone who deals with guys long enough will (hopefully) learn to decipher the true meaning of what is being said. It's really a useful skill to learn. There are certain phrases that the experienced will know exactly what it means, what it doesn't mean, etc. Here's some examples:</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNlGnd5Shk-dEZJ6fwqjyXojkK_uuPutYaty70gSQ4uAp8pxSWzV8y13PoCI9H39GIjbec8qZW6ouWBVTEdbmekAUrsxju6R7BPcHLlTHhG_5dZK2wK7oE_V4iw7ni8QCl7VPl3np4Go/s1600/phone+question-774944.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNlGnd5Shk-dEZJ6fwqjyXojkK_uuPutYaty70gSQ4uAp8pxSWzV8y13PoCI9H39GIjbec8qZW6ouWBVTEdbmekAUrsxju6R7BPcHLlTHhG_5dZK2wK7oE_V4iw7ni8QCl7VPl3np4Go/s320/phone+question-774944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5975996345566945618" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"I might be free later" = This means the guy probably WON'T be free later and you'll waste your time waiting around for a meeting that won't happen. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"Let's meet up sometime" = You'll probably never hear from this guy again. And don't even bother contacting him because you'll just get some excuse about how busy he is, etc. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>"I'll call/contact you later this week" = Don't plan on getting that call/text/e-mail. Unless he gives you specific date and time you'll find yourself sitting around waiting... and waiting.... </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uSqh5NE5o_pxoGSTC8dPPfq6TpEHvsgazlvok-AyGwkmk3AyZQQxYF8wnxqzgBdhzgA6GvOiu3qd9tW3zMGW8BUXZam4qf0KCe9Kx-rOKa1SVz7d2sEFGUfQ3uotE-Ad2kl-5ns6-ds/s1600/meaning-777512.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uSqh5NE5o_pxoGSTC8dPPfq6TpEHvsgazlvok-AyGwkmk3AyZQQxYF8wnxqzgBdhzgA6GvOiu3qd9tW3zMGW8BUXZam4qf0KCe9Kx-rOKa1SVz7d2sEFGUfQ3uotE-Ad2kl-5ns6-ds/s320/meaning-777512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5975996353967563234" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Now if you're the type of guy who uses lines like the ones listed above then you should be aware that this may be the reason why you find yourself often home alone, bored, with no plans or no one available to do stuff with. Words like MAYBE, MIGHT, LATER don't instill a lot of confidence that there will be follow through. If you're serious about callling someone later, meeting up with them later, etc, then you most likely should NOT use the above words because when you do call that guy in the middle of the week to ask if he's free on the weekend he's probably already made plans with someone else who bothered to follow through with a more solid plan. That's how I am. I will NOT block off any chunk of time for a might or a maybe. If person A tells me "maybe we can hang out this weekend?" and person B tells me "let's do dinner and a movie this Saturday night, i'll pick you up" then person B will get my RSVP. If you're not sure that you can follow through on suggested plans then you should NOT bother making the suggestion in the first place. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwKr4CUx_K9sa0zIDg20LDOlhnflY0eQHap_VTuScYu79pZVHeewTSSt330lpDyLLxS7NBQ3kCmR9hwZixdtvwibohNz0c80-MG02X8UE74VcQfKUZKjdw4BrAB-VDbfI9mQtDq3XfEA/s1600/wonder+wait-779929.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwKr4CUx_K9sa0zIDg20LDOlhnflY0eQHap_VTuScYu79pZVHeewTSSt330lpDyLLxS7NBQ3kCmR9hwZixdtvwibohNz0c80-MG02X8UE74VcQfKUZKjdw4BrAB-VDbfI9mQtDq3XfEA/s320/wonder+wait-779929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5975996366566609090" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>That's my story and i'm stickin' to it... you can now go back to your regularly scheduled program. ;-)</FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-4363424111756371882014-02-01T13:48:00.001-08:002014-02-01T13:48:59.351-08:00Getting By....<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2eDfVq0G7jSAG5uOpWxlELTWVXHTYm_LC0S-hLTbmMBhOJikk_fU4yBxjAP5qFr9gVLQaGjLdayzljUpmonIKSXWiNoVZPMLWHEl0wufXh00ejQ5iLTwmoL8IRbb1Q_-YOrJpBrxlrI/s1600/20140201_084105_5_bestshot-739351.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2eDfVq0G7jSAG5uOpWxlELTWVXHTYm_LC0S-hLTbmMBhOJikk_fU4yBxjAP5qFr9gVLQaGjLdayzljUpmonIKSXWiNoVZPMLWHEl0wufXh00ejQ5iLTwmoL8IRbb1Q_-YOrJpBrxlrI/s320/20140201_084105_5_bestshot-739351.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5975550809282021538" /></a></p>While the first week of this year has been good, it seems to have gone to shit the last few weeks. Got a ticket for running a red light, cost me a good $500+, then my car has been acting up so it's time to take it to the shop. Hope it's nothing too pricey. I hate dealing with car bs, but unfortunately, where I live, having a car is kinda necessary. On the plus side, my friends have been a good support for me, keeping me from getting too stressed out. I've also had some good stress relief from some hot F buddies, that always helps to improve the mood, though my behind is a bit sore from all the pounding, but I can't really complain about that. In other good news I seem to have been able to lose a few more pounds. I was down to 171 a few weeks ago, the last 2 days I got on the scale it said about 168 or so. Guess i've learned to deal with stress in other ways besides stuffing myself with food. I'll just ride this annoying wave until things improve, and hope that the rest of the year doesn't see any more annoyances.ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-25431406860587028272014-01-29T19:06:00.001-08:002014-01-29T19:06:28.448-08:00Gay Geeks<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing8_IsZuywtL6Obg1slbB8Zk6uvSPfzFwPKZIaOfxHqxAyk-XtcVbSMdEKXynlMZzeU8upVIgb5pBvNqon5ZId8BDgNo8i-dNnCqOKFLy7XdXrXuU816gOJUYYHAD5t0T2Mmrfk4O9WQ/s1600/Whofan-788449.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing8_IsZuywtL6Obg1slbB8Zk6uvSPfzFwPKZIaOfxHqxAyk-XtcVbSMdEKXynlMZzeU8upVIgb5pBvNqon5ZId8BDgNo8i-dNnCqOKFLy7XdXrXuU816gOJUYYHAD5t0T2Mmrfk4O9WQ/s320/Whofan-788449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5974519365915811506" /></a></p><div>I've always found gay geeks to be particularly hot. The sci-fi fan with glasses and slightly punkish touches (like tattoos or piercings) has always gotten my motor running. Some of the best sex I've had has been with some sci-fi geeks. I stumbled across this photo and it reminded me of some of these hot geeks I've been with. </div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-51890340109994738642014-01-24T07:26:00.000-08:002014-01-24T19:29:36.598-08:00Cinema, Play and Chillaxin<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>Cinema</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The last 3 movies i've watched were <STRONG>Blue Jasmine</STRONG>, <STRONG>Underneath</STRONG> and <STRONG>You're Next</STRONG>. <STRONG>Blue Jasmine</STRONG> was classic Woody Allen, filled with humor, great acting (Cate Blanchett nailed the delusional neurotic to a T! Love her!!!!) and Woody' usual nihilistic viewpoint of love as a trainwreck just waiting to derail. I've always liked that honesty about his films. The other 2 were horror flicks. <STRONG>Underneath</STRONG> was a low budget bore about an annoying couple who get trapped in an underground cavern and are stalked by humanoid things. Both of their deaths couldn't have come fast enough. <STRONG>You're Next</STRONG>, on the other hand, was a very fun film about a wealthy family get together that suddenly gets crashed by a group of animal mask wearing killers. One of the family guests turns out to be quite a kick ass who turns the tables on the killers and ruins their plan. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5LMxapx_HmVqpc81mSWJ4eH74aUgPSAudWWF6hrFuSFdRBhUl7s9o3gUdeYbEKCzjqIdpWkjYRCyuQvgAIk8935tKfV46e6p4fuwf78JcU-liiwbLefS60HdD81D2BYCVNTgemA87Ps/s1600/Cate+Blanchett-776599.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5LMxapx_HmVqpc81mSWJ4eH74aUgPSAudWWF6hrFuSFdRBhUl7s9o3gUdeYbEKCzjqIdpWkjYRCyuQvgAIk8935tKfV46e6p4fuwf78JcU-liiwbLefS60HdD81D2BYCVNTgemA87Ps/s320/Cate+Blanchett-776599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5972669899703674082" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>Play</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>This week has found a spike in my man on man action. A few days ago I finally met up with some guy who's been trying to get together with me. He was a lot of fun, furry, tasty, friendly and nice. Wouldn't mind meeting up with him again. Then yesterday I had some dude over that I was chatting with on some meet up website I won't name (hehe), and he was fun too, though he moaned loud enough that most of my neighbors probably heard it and know that someone had a good time. An old friend of mine also invited me to a play party as his pad on Sunday, so that should be fun. Been to quite a few of his gatherings, there's always naked fun to be had at them. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat6JCX6rnOZYjD1vZulo0o5buKr_vpgsmyYTfnhV1tW3yLpDeoy4Mwm7RHlsgGL1WGc9zuDgX64NcPZ5oz4DlHrYzTcHe2kjylawgB2YHwFkxxabNZRVCfPvGehEVehvwdv2BTsXDHxs/s1600/gay_bear_orgy_1-779019.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat6JCX6rnOZYjD1vZulo0o5buKr_vpgsmyYTfnhV1tW3yLpDeoy4Mwm7RHlsgGL1WGc9zuDgX64NcPZ5oz4DlHrYzTcHe2kjylawgB2YHwFkxxabNZRVCfPvGehEVehvwdv2BTsXDHxs/s320/gay_bear_orgy_1-779019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5972669909371300098" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>As for the rest of my weekend, I plan to relax and take it easy. Maybe do some painting. Some cooking. </FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-5638218273751920752014-01-21T01:02:00.000-08:002014-01-21T13:05:28.159-08:00Things that annoy me (in no particular order)<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>We're all human, therefore, we all have annoyances. These are some of mine. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>1. When fast food isn't fast.</STRONG> When you go to a fast food drive-thru window and they ask you to park and wait for your food. The whole point of going through a fast food drive-thru window is to get the food fast, no??? If I wanted to wait 10 minutes then i'd just as soon prepare a meal at home or go to a sit down restaurant. The good thing about this is that I hardly eat at fast food restaurants, but occassionally I have experienced the park and wait thing. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>2. New parents who expect the world to suddenly become kid-friendly.</STRONG> You made the choice to have kids, now shut up and take the consequences. I have nothing against parents or kids (some of my good friends have kids), but just because you chose to have kids doesn't mean the entire planet has to suddenly stop and readjust itself to fit your needs. Expecting your favorite cocktail lounge to suddenly become kid-friendly because you now have one isn't gonna happen, so take your entitled ass somewhere else. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>3. Long-winded people.</STRONG> If you have something to say, get to the damn point please! Just because you feel the need to process every possible angle out of a simple yes or no question doesn't mean that the person asking it has 20 minutes to hear you babble about your theories. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>4. Fashion police who bitch about how others dress.</STRONG> Everyone has different taste, therefore everyone will dress differently. There's certain clothing items/accessories/styles that I may find hideous, but guess what? I deal with it by not buying it or wearing it. There has to be more important things to concern yourself with besides how someone else dresses. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>5. Poz-phobic guys who engage in bareback sex.</STRONG> You're willing to have random unprotected sex with a complete stranger you just met in a bar/online hook up site/etc, but explain to me how you think that's going to keep you negative? I understand that no one wants to catch any bugs, but how in the hell do you thing the poz guys caught what they have? By doing EXACTLY what you're doing. Unless you have one of those rapid tester kits with you every time you have sex you don't know what anyone has, regardless of what they say. Here's a radical idea = how about educating yourself first before bending over for some cute stranger you just met 10 minutes ago... </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>6. People who post their drama on public forums and get mad when they don't get positive feedback.</STRONG> So you just cheated on your boyfriend with his best friend and you get upset when people on Twitter, FB, etc, tell you that you asked for it? If you put your personal stuff out there for all the world to see, then you can bet that someone is going to tell you the truth, whether you want to hear it or not. So keep your personal stuff to yourself if you can't handle it. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>7. Chronic tardiness.</STRONG> This really gets on my nerves. To the point where i'll automatically decline invites from certain people because i'm not in the mood to deal with their inability to make anything on time. I understand that sometimes shit happens and it causes one to be late, but to consistently show up 1½ to 2 hours late every damn time is annoying and just plain rude. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>8. Weight loss miracles.</STRONG> There are NO weight loss miracles. No magic pills that will automatically transform you into a 6-pack stud or Barbie doll. Stop watching that quack Dr. Oz and stop shelling out $$ for his magic diet pills, because if there were an actual diet pill that worked, no one would be overweight. Diet and exercise are the ONLY things that will work, so join a gym, buy a bicycle, treadmill, cook more at home, etc. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>9. Pretentious people who miss an opportunity to gain humility.</STRONG> You may think you're cute as hell, but not everyone will, so just because that guy in the bar rejected you doesn't mean you have to bitch about how he's ugly, old, and you didn't really want him anyway. Accept that you ain't everyone's cup of tea and move on, and remember this the next time you're approached by someone you're not interested in. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>10. When you invite someone out and they want to change the plan.</STRONG> It's not a discussion. If I was open to doing different things I would say "let's hang out, i'm open to whatever". If i'm in your town at a certain club or event and ask if you wanna come down and meet me, then no, I don't want to suddenly abandon my plans to go do something different that you want to do. If my invite doesn't sound appealing then a simple no thanks isn't that hard. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>11. Those who bitch about being single, then complain about/fight with their partner when they're attached.</STRONG> Remember when you were single and all you did was whine about how you couldn't meet a decent person? Well please remember that the next time you feel the need to complain about your new partner or have a stupid fight in front of all your friends. There are decent people out there, maybe if you stopped treating them like shit they'd actually stick around. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-54692483721233714492014-01-02T07:46:00.000-08:002014-01-02T19:49:33.853-08:00I Resolve To....<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I did not make a New Year's resolution this year. And as I walked into my gym this afternoon I was relieved to see that it was not overcrowded like I had expected it to be, overflowing with a bunch of New Year Resolutionists who've resolved to lose weight, get fit, and will all fail miserably by the first week of February. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-KppGViPgig0voyT5aXFhctE9ATX4VVOjNF2PTHODqHrIfWyJoHWtQkTXDQs5pE2VynZuWXmfDMNvJteZKzId7NTIjTL29PqUPvbyaBB5MVkcoTCtNF7Lxw1cyWEO-JH5kMJ8FAH0Rg/s1600/jocker+room-773853.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-KppGViPgig0voyT5aXFhctE9ATX4VVOjNF2PTHODqHrIfWyJoHWtQkTXDQs5pE2VynZuWXmfDMNvJteZKzId7NTIjTL29PqUPvbyaBB5MVkcoTCtNF7Lxw1cyWEO-JH5kMJ8FAH0Rg/s320/jocker+room-773853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5964511168262476242" /></a></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I was kinda dreading walking in, but I guess people either decided to try something more realistic for their resolution, or they didn't bother making one at all. I usually try to improve myself all year round anyway. Everyone should strive to do that, not just one time of year, just like i've always felt that if you're going to be kind to others then you should do that all year round, not just around the holidays. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBvjUaRzHkoW4E51fAxbcyFurhVKYMPhf55VOFLBeR-EzXXkA8fSjuJJVt_XsMS-6tUb4BYtYgnTuO24DeS6-kkWtNrFEAI5LTZ3ClGvuW_Tu67iz5K20PtpCAMCgXocekkUdVcmGs4M/s1600/locker+room+rape-778939.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBvjUaRzHkoW4E51fAxbcyFurhVKYMPhf55VOFLBeR-EzXXkA8fSjuJJVt_XsMS-6tUb4BYtYgnTuO24DeS6-kkWtNrFEAI5LTZ3ClGvuW_Tu67iz5K20PtpCAMCgXocekkUdVcmGs4M/s320/locker+room+rape-778939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5964511189110608402" /></a></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Now that the holidays are over, the people who spent them over eating, over spending, over drinking, over doing whatever it was they were doing are suddenly faced with no more excuse for their behavior, so they try to justify it with silly resolutions that are not realistic. Instead of resolving to do something that you know you won't achieve, try something more realistic or fun instead. Resolve to go out more and have fun. Resolve to spend more time with friends. Resolve to cook more at home. Resolve to throw a fun party by the end of the year. Resolve to eat dark chocolate (healthier) instead of milk chocolate. Resolve to not spend so much time with people you don't like. As for me, the only thing I can think of to resolve to do is maybe not lust after the hot guys at my gym, or sneak peeks at their hot asses in the shower, or fantasize about being gang raped in the locker room. But c'mon now, those are things that make the gym so much more fun. ;-)</FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-12983562266617416382013-12-31T08:02:00.000-08:002013-12-31T20:05:27.131-08:0042<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The year will be over in just a few hours, and with it goes me being 41. I turn 42 tomorrow (don't recall what time exactly I was born). I'd say that the worst part about being 42 is all the older people who always have shit to say like "that's nothing, try being (insert older age)!". Well who the hell asked you, anyway??? </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvzau5_oaGOrYUuacyIGRSKGscaA8lMRMmsrT1qhFn279mLQ60noh9JxINLMqTSPKfnb1QJhzrNuOdkUrfqRlyUYZNNwvf3w_-9B-JPs82lZtHeVHzsADWKnVS3TCMQxy3bP7aw2MQQc/s1600/42-727131.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUvzau5_oaGOrYUuacyIGRSKGscaA8lMRMmsrT1qhFn279mLQ60noh9JxINLMqTSPKfnb1QJhzrNuOdkUrfqRlyUYZNNwvf3w_-9B-JPs82lZtHeVHzsADWKnVS3TCMQxy3bP7aw2MQQc/s320/42-727131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5963773093118781042" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>But being older does come with benefits. Mostly experience that hopefully makes you wiser. Here's just a few things i've learned in 42 years on this planet....</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Physical fitness is important. The more you do at a young age the better your body will feel at an older age, as well as slowing down the aging process.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Most older men are fantastic in bed. Even as a younger guy I always had the best sex with older dudes. More often than not they know how to please a man, whereas their younger, hotter counterparts may look good naked, but sadly, in most cases that's all they have going for them, because many (not all, but a lot) will leave you wondering "is that all there is???"</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Life is too short to hold on to excess baggage, whether it's yours or is attached to someone else. Pull out those sharp shears and cut that shit loose!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Life is too short to not enjoy yourself, so take that trip you've always dreamt of, pursue that job you've always wanted, pursue that guy you've always been too self conscious to pursue, start that hobby you've always imagined, etc, etc. Just live your life and let the haters rot away like the bitter old bags that they are. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Nothing makes a hangover better than a good Bloody Mary.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Don't hang on to people who don't want to stick around. Point them to the nearest exit and let their asses leave. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> A man with a huge dick who doesn't know how to properly use it as useless as a car with no wheels.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Don't expect anyone else to make you happy. Get off your naive butt and go find that happiness yourself.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> Don't base your worth on what others think of you. It's YOUR life, not theirs!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>**</STRONG> A smile and a good attitude can go a long way. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Happy New Year, keep on truckin', keep on fuckin'! ;-)</FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-77944130411835230322013-12-22T23:39:00.001-08:002013-12-22T23:39:19.921-08:00A random thought about thong underwear.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtKUwIVGwtmePl3NobredaN3AhNY6uF5VgN-VgRkk5Co8CXr-IwJwypfG-fg-Vrx9seQ1HDMs_AT_1KV6cRHbQFVWsQbV7aIM7-rT4cGAt6mk9id957Ql6CS704HogWQFb-ipwKcuJNw/s1600/20131222_232606-759922.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGtKUwIVGwtmePl3NobredaN3AhNY6uF5VgN-VgRkk5Co8CXr-IwJwypfG-fg-Vrx9seQ1HDMs_AT_1KV6cRHbQFVWsQbV7aIM7-rT4cGAt6mk9id957Ql6CS704HogWQFb-ipwKcuJNw/s320/20131222_232606-759922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5960488443583801938" /></a></p><div>I have lots of different types of underwear. Boxers, briefs, jockstraps... only 1 pair of thongs though. I hardly wear them. Not because I'm bothered by the sensation of the thin strap in my ass crack. It's more that the "pouch" doesn't seem big enough to hold my junk in. I'm not packing a great deal and yet I still seem to have issues holding my dick and balls in. Kinda makes me wonder how a guy with a big ole 10 inch dong and/or low hangers would be able to get it all to fit in a thong. And I wonder about guys who wear them regularly and how they must not be packing much. </div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-20020357460304201172013-12-21T09:29:00.000-08:002013-12-21T21:35:04.926-08:00Merry XXXmas!<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WfXDwolucVoqSES_YQO5OS4OAwpNekduBn3UvB7BsW8KdgrGjWk1EakcKtbcA5Z8qSY4C7yuxAL4y6_W6pj8x9VnqchB9E9oDm0_3fs8UQ2qf1IfKXKh2AiE3DgpTr19mtzW2Zi8s2s/s1600/art+jock+xxxmas-704927.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4WfXDwolucVoqSES_YQO5OS4OAwpNekduBn3UvB7BsW8KdgrGjWk1EakcKtbcA5Z8qSY4C7yuxAL4y6_W6pj8x9VnqchB9E9oDm0_3fs8UQ2qf1IfKXKh2AiE3DgpTr19mtzW2Zi8s2s/s320/art+jock+xxxmas-704927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5960085343474467410" /></a></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Just wanted to wish ya all a Merry XXXmas filled with merry and fun! </FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-11155664005463842072013-12-19T07:56:00.000-08:002013-12-19T20:00:03.220-08:00Questions About My Phone (stolen from someone else's blog)<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>1. Do you still have a land line?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Yes I do. Not exactly sure why... perhaps in the event that power goes out and my cell is without juice, or something is blocking my cell signal, like aliens or the drone of some giant monster wreaking havoc outside.</FONT></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>2. Which cell phone do you use and why</STRONG>?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I have the Samsung Galaxy S4. I love Samsung's phones. Had the S2 and loved it, so I stuck with Samsung. I refuse to get an iPhone because certain people i've known who've had it were so obnoxious about how much they loved it it's given me a bad taste in my mouth. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9-RG0V4FEkCWQ_uERHUuD3F_74j__8iFuvoBovFEYGHlCSMP_8hm156J0hwaE5ggW6z3jDhLg6qW5PuVeo496gZIXl3y2oMHJO8ibM3IktjQIe65qMajHJZmr_xfcLcCqydYCZkuVPs/s1600/samsung+s4-703221.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9-RG0V4FEkCWQ_uERHUuD3F_74j__8iFuvoBovFEYGHlCSMP_8hm156J0hwaE5ggW6z3jDhLg6qW5PuVeo496gZIXl3y2oMHJO8ibM3IktjQIe65qMajHJZmr_xfcLcCqydYCZkuVPs/s320/samsung+s4-703221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5959318681284188082" /></a></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>3. Which provider do you use? Is there really a difference?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I use AT&T. I can't really answer this question as I have not had any other providers before. I've heard good and bad things about all the other providers out there. </FONT></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>4. If you call someone and they don't pick up, do you leave a message?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It depends on why i'm calling. If it's important then I will leave a message. </FONT></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>5. When you have a missed call (with no message), do you call the person back?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>No unless I think it's important, but then again, if it were important, they would leave a message, no?</FONT></DIV> <DIV><STRONG></STRONG> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>6. Do you text willingly or reluctantly? How are your skills?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Willingly. I prefer texting to making phone calls. I hate talking on the phone, it's not really my thing. I find that texting is a less intrusive way of communicating information to someone. </FONT></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>7. Has your cell phone replaced your camera?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Actually it has. My cell has become my camera, my calculator, my calorie counter, my e-mail messenger, my digital encyclopedia, my directions source, etc. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>8. Selfies?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I'll let this photo answer that question...</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_9nr-pMPYrP4QbaPJMsE4ne30s4j5YF4kW2y2QsyCoYrC8_qEtxTJoZpI2Y-X58glfXPN0ixLNcHsh8O-AMeDQxzYG1oNhmL2oaj4jlOZ2qpJEs2dBJzBAeorevHPhSEhn4BJXZpbmY/s1600/selfies+denial-706619.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_9nr-pMPYrP4QbaPJMsE4ne30s4j5YF4kW2y2QsyCoYrC8_qEtxTJoZpI2Y-X58glfXPN0ixLNcHsh8O-AMeDQxzYG1oNhmL2oaj4jlOZ2qpJEs2dBJzBAeorevHPhSEhn4BJXZpbmY/s320/selfies+denial-706619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5959318690566760034" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>9. How many apps do you have? Which is your favorite and why?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I haven't counted them but not too many. My favorite one is probably PicsArt, which is a photo studio that allows me to do all sorts of things with pictures. Such as....</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2RRjN6hWJUOdw_RW1PPYXddvzsfOX1c5cEruw5PCudBGcyKLorph023KSpkm4CQbme7bvIREVv2vL1Gg5StA0Vcu4V1j4DFxGhjVnYli05aqordGGiyNf5HUzZpGQeHvgEmsPDDjRzQ/s1600/Akumania+rays-709589.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh2RRjN6hWJUOdw_RW1PPYXddvzsfOX1c5cEruw5PCudBGcyKLorph023KSpkm4CQbme7bvIREVv2vL1Gg5StA0Vcu4V1j4DFxGhjVnYli05aqordGGiyNf5HUzZpGQeHvgEmsPDDjRzQ/s320/Akumania+rays-709589.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5959318705421385042" /></a></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>10. What would life be like with no cell/smart phone for one month?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I think it would make my social life less active, but on the other hand it might make me focus with more detail on other things. </FONT></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>BONUS </STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><STRONG></STRONG> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG>How much has your cell phone become a part of your sex life? Sexting, hookup apps, selfies, video, GPS, more?</STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>This is a timely question. Last night I logged onto one of those apps to say hi to a friend. A half hour later I got hit up by some young bear dude. Within a few hours he was over my place, giving me a very good rimjob. Haha! It's become an easy way to communicate with fuck buddies to see if they're available or vice versa. I can't tell you how many times i've gotten random texts, e-mails, messages, etc from someone that resulted in naked shenanigans. </FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-6620666551099248782013-12-15T07:25:00.000-08:002013-12-15T19:28:40.038-08:00Science Fiction Double Feature!<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I got the opening song of Rocky Horror Picture Show playing through my head as I write these reviews of 2 sci-fi films I saw. Not really a double feature as I saw them both on different days, but anyway.....</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><U>ANTIVIRAL</U></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMKQWoulMX-WRrR3EmzOwJUUXYHjbBYcXeB4Rt6qI2MHsj09XGubTfw7OaN_jy6tHh0Dk9-plyM-CfuKl2yFrqTJsechXgOIvD6x8pV2iH_HFHjH_OxHLxijh-8-ZRlLOA2ikkTuvP2o/s1600/antiviral11-720039.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMKQWoulMX-WRrR3EmzOwJUUXYHjbBYcXeB4Rt6qI2MHsj09XGubTfw7OaN_jy6tHh0Dk9-plyM-CfuKl2yFrqTJsechXgOIvD6x8pV2iH_HFHjH_OxHLxijh-8-ZRlLOA2ikkTuvP2o/s320/antiviral11-720039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5957826252952366354" /></a></FONT></U></STRONG></DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT></U></STRONG> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><U>THE GOOD:</U></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>A very original story by Brandon Cronenberg (son of David) that brings to mind the some of the twisted science fiction films of his father, such as Videodrome, The Brood and Existenz. It takes place in the near future, where society's fixation with celebrity has reached such ridiculous levels that sick stars sell their disease to companies, who go and inject high paying customers with said disease so that the fans can feel more connected to the celebrity they worship. The lead character works for one of these companies, and he's secretly selling some of the infections he draws from celebrities on the side to shady people for profit. The film includes such insane concepts as a butcher shop that grows cells of certain celebrities and makes steaks out of them, to sell to customers who want to eat the reproduced cell meat of their favorite star. Things go bad when one of the most popular celebrities becomes infected with a serious virus that the lead character has also acquired, and suddenly he's thrust into a conspiracy of trying to find out where this man-made virus came from so that he can save the star and himself. All the actors are quite good and the concept is sick enough to be fascinating. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><U>THE BAD:</U></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The only thing I could think of is that this movie might not be everyone's cup of tea. It's a very original film that shows the viewer something different and does it quite well. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2>OVERALL SCORE:</FONT></U></STRONG></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I'd give it an 8½. Like I said, a very original, different science fiction film that's intelligently written, well acted and filled with very sick ideas. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2>THE LAST DAYS ON MARS</FONT></U></STRONG></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4mxf_3eF3VVouyaGkk6U4uwXFlE0Y1d4L8Ekv30LgdwHZ140XB6KIRjooO-4YqEuClyh1KJhyphenhyphenVFpBMjTVM2KOAP1OYBbHgAebXilT-d_CPkRosQy20-gyy4lxubDvGJ2ZkjCf1CT_qA/s1600/Last-days-on-mars_review_1-722710.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4mxf_3eF3VVouyaGkk6U4uwXFlE0Y1d4L8Ekv30LgdwHZ140XB6KIRjooO-4YqEuClyh1KJhyphenhyphenVFpBMjTVM2KOAP1OYBbHgAebXilT-d_CPkRosQy20-gyy4lxubDvGJ2ZkjCf1CT_qA/s320/Last-days-on-mars_review_1-722710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5957826264722694642" /></a></DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT></U></STRONG> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><U>THE GOOD:</U></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>A crew on a 6 month mission on Mars are ready to pack up and leave towards Earth, when one of the crew members discovers living bacteria that puts the crew in jeopardy. The film shows some striking cinematography of the surface of Mars, including dust storms. It's fast paced enough to not drag or bore. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><STRONG><U>THE BAD:</U></STRONG></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It doesn't feature anything that you haven't seen before. It's basically Alien with zombies. It even features the usual clichéd characters you'd see in films of this type: the bitchy scientist who only cares about the discovery, the coward who can't be trusted and you know will turn on everyone, the logical female who keeps everyone calm, and characters reacting with emotion over logic when you would think that trained astronauts would have enough mental control to use their heads first. The lead character, played by Liev Schreiber, also has flashbacks to some situation while they were in space that causes him PTSD, but the scenes showing what happened don't explain enough to make it seem that serious, and Schreiber doesn't have the emotional range to make his panic attacks seem riveting enough to make you care. And some of the action sequences are done with such fast cuts and choppy editing that the viewer doesn't get the full rush that they should deliver. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><STRONG><U><FONT face=Arial size=2>OVERALL SCORE:</FONT></U></STRONG></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>About a 6. Decent but not remarkable. </FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-10254700316352399512013-12-09T08:01:00.000-08:002013-12-09T20:11:49.868-08:00The End Of The Year<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Well it's almost the end of the year. It went by fast. Some things changed. Some things stayed the same. I stayed connected with most everyone I know except one person whom I stopped being friends with. No loss there, as he was turning into one of those annoying people that you find yourself wondering more and more "and i'm hanging out with this person because???" The older I get the less tolerance I have for self-centered, egotistical, pretentious, judgemental idiots who point out others mistakes as if their shit don't stink, so distance myself I did, and it worked. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC3CqAdlOmLfJCu5xcYrxPUnctmMND5tZEBYpv0HYZAPU0jzN-k0urX9yhTYjnynS1ztZZ5Iz8Y1qKn4NNFJD6haOLApyLAQLmfdnM-nSJEUzD8h3mkuaEyZZZBgfaPnkcMsP_lyasRM/s1600/flip+off-709868.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC3CqAdlOmLfJCu5xcYrxPUnctmMND5tZEBYpv0HYZAPU0jzN-k0urX9yhTYjnynS1ztZZ5Iz8Y1qKn4NNFJD6haOLApyLAQLmfdnM-nSJEUzD8h3mkuaEyZZZBgfaPnkcMsP_lyasRM/s320/flip+off-709868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610860552884274" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I continued going to the gym and losing weight. People keep telling me i'm losing weight, that they've noticed. And I enjoy working out as well. Seeing the result myself is nice. I just pack my gym bag and go right after work, I find that method works best for me. The hot guys working out and in the locker room/shower are an added bonus. ;-)</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7I4VJ5BXNlZCMSsBym7ReT0IrApCoKEy_vIw2x5NwI3vTI-xcNj8OGXhGpax3A9kucFtHLc3oqXsXgPbrq3g4Wbih07ZuOhPMM9qseDPkBZBMWpY4m99Wu2fNq0lllIipnYLrtGnEsNE/s1600/showering+dudes-712381.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7I4VJ5BXNlZCMSsBym7ReT0IrApCoKEy_vIw2x5NwI3vTI-xcNj8OGXhGpax3A9kucFtHLc3oqXsXgPbrq3g4Wbih07ZuOhPMM9qseDPkBZBMWpY4m99Wu2fNq0lllIipnYLrtGnEsNE/s320/showering+dudes-712381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610871522280834" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I did a lot of fun things this year, attended a lot of fun events, including a few live shows. The best by far was The Presets. They put on a damn good show, full of energy. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8pzBURf7KNa-vley2y2RObr93I3Pv9bV3yYgCxlXHOxbD8gs0XqxAsdm4u8yTcWU47Mmx9ng79g7jd2O7pUbvGU-kJs_EW3XotpiLX3v2iXc-EAhgeBsvWunW79H0fvYC9yZUyImJOY/s1600/singer-714080.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8pzBURf7KNa-vley2y2RObr93I3Pv9bV3yYgCxlXHOxbD8gs0XqxAsdm4u8yTcWU47Mmx9ng79g7jd2O7pUbvGU-kJs_EW3XotpiLX3v2iXc-EAhgeBsvWunW79H0fvYC9yZUyImJOY/s320/singer-714080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610881088613250" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Did a lot of dancing at clubs. One that plays mash-up DJ mixes (a mash-up is where a DJ will mix 2 or 3 songs to create a new song, and many times they'll mix artists from different genres to get something interesting). The same club, on another night, hosts a goth/industrial/synth pop night, and that was fun, dancing to a lot of the stuff I grew up listening to. And of course there were the underwear parties where I stripped down to a jockstrap and sweated it out with hot, half naked men (and then some). Even in my early 40's I find clubbing lots of fun.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYEUUZdTG-lhdFNjb3Avys-vN0Von-faHxqiaLzuEMAMLbTp1MiZrFFvqzeQDHs8yGqQ7EG-6yXBPVgA6x74WqQGMH-tS_37G-JHaVrk22XH46Wcll5NLc0XNe5ZF74nnwZXfOVOVDLM/s1600/DNA+lounge+packed-717059.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYEUUZdTG-lhdFNjb3Avys-vN0Von-faHxqiaLzuEMAMLbTp1MiZrFFvqzeQDHs8yGqQ7EG-6yXBPVgA6x74WqQGMH-tS_37G-JHaVrk22XH46Wcll5NLc0XNe5ZF74nnwZXfOVOVDLM/s320/DNA+lounge+packed-717059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610893734849314" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I got to see a lot of naked public flesh at Pride, Dore Alley and Folsom Street Fair. I even serviced a few dudes at Dore Alley. After all, when in Rome... hehehe!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JSEnDa5inFx5aUrOryjkalWLkWIehuadkUWMbLbV4M3qlaX9M3ugHG0L97ejpFE3BFN0bVotgGzA3Lvu_G_V4zB9DrLuFMiJVO6vB17gpOEgiMqhEMJq32TF_MZ1jEaaHHTCfuVlwqQ/s1600/furry+buttcrack-719384.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JSEnDa5inFx5aUrOryjkalWLkWIehuadkUWMbLbV4M3qlaX9M3ugHG0L97ejpFE3BFN0bVotgGzA3Lvu_G_V4zB9DrLuFMiJVO6vB17gpOEgiMqhEMJq32TF_MZ1jEaaHHTCfuVlwqQ/s320/furry+buttcrack-719384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610899471552978" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The japanese toy company Bandai allowed me to flex my geek muscle as it released a new series of 5" Ultraman monster figures. I've gotten quite a few (and currently am expecting 3 more from ebay). They also released the complete series of Ultraseven and Return Of Ultraman on DVD, which I got and am eagerly looking forward to the release of more. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBM_ScDiaiDYidjLB0pafXkQTyAnqVaK9WOnVZm3zMaqT4YvpN6jrqtuYlzh-MBzlHJ_uzKcq4OMGqP-AwDB0HWC47MC5g56fncuN85Ek3SdE9OBiOkPo9Q232QLlOgD6EAfmdnOLyrM/s1600/Ultra+series+500b-721346.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBM_ScDiaiDYidjLB0pafXkQTyAnqVaK9WOnVZm3zMaqT4YvpN6jrqtuYlzh-MBzlHJ_uzKcq4OMGqP-AwDB0HWC47MC5g56fncuN85Ek3SdE9OBiOkPo9Q232QLlOgD6EAfmdnOLyrM/s320/Ultra+series+500b-721346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610911357525890" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I watched several new movies this last year. The one that really stood out, though, was the remake of the 80's slasher classic, Maniac. It was originally released in late 2012 I think, but I was able to watch it this year. Anyways, anyone who knows me knows that I usually hate remakes of horror movies. This one, however, is the rare exception that gets it right. It was fantastic, brutal, and the killer was played by Elijah Wood, who took on a different approach to the title character, portraying him more like a severely socially phobic nutcase who murders women due to mommy issues. This was the best horror film I saw all year. Simply awesome!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aFFIzS6t5JIGoiCwGQwzwIo6z7BVDPFnrAnRxkwx3Oq-nijy8QpWs8jaUAKFnJnCy20ihWvqIEJk_9K-xrdg09kkhc33C5S5XITDHFcxxEHztH_XgNq3SsXMYRVGwXjDOVacua-DqLc/s1600/Maniac+Poster-723833.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1aFFIzS6t5JIGoiCwGQwzwIo6z7BVDPFnrAnRxkwx3Oq-nijy8QpWs8jaUAKFnJnCy20ihWvqIEJk_9K-xrdg09kkhc33C5S5XITDHFcxxEHztH_XgNq3SsXMYRVGwXjDOVacua-DqLc/s320/Maniac+Poster-723833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610921288566962" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Not a bad year at all. The holidays were either lots of fun (Halloween) or uneventful (as I expect Christmas to be, though the pic below is what i'd love to see happen, hehe!).</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyfDphy5GhadZUVaflRi11haFOuCdg3ZUBRbhWO5qjpeiN0XrvM4j8CJucAt6P2RPxoWp9v7zRx9aF-RqNGpIDuS6LZbiqoN0SvheedxAZT1TgNDPRNPcBlw8zzJo0OqQQojk9_H-vQs/s1600/kitty+attack+Santa-726761.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyfDphy5GhadZUVaflRi11haFOuCdg3ZUBRbhWO5qjpeiN0XrvM4j8CJucAt6P2RPxoWp9v7zRx9aF-RqNGpIDuS6LZbiqoN0SvheedxAZT1TgNDPRNPcBlw8zzJo0OqQQojk9_H-vQs/s320/kitty+attack+Santa-726761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5955610934955256210" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>So this year wasn't bad at all. </FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-41698714560713410412013-12-05T20:45:00.001-08:002013-12-05T20:45:47.122-08:00BRRR!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDG7YgURAj91-Gsc6-YD06dw9G2xf9tGdKX-nnBC2_HBt3C2SX-R6SNQ0m0u0gmx___I6Enud25b6KlOP8j-5q2fG_xuRsTe73m-0QkT6QSaK1KeFbiZIWSkLvGhnTgCyvkMMYHqi0Pk/s1600/PicsArt_1386304883369-747122.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDG7YgURAj91-Gsc6-YD06dw9G2xf9tGdKX-nnBC2_HBt3C2SX-R6SNQ0m0u0gmx___I6Enud25b6KlOP8j-5q2fG_xuRsTe73m-0QkT6QSaK1KeFbiZIWSkLvGhnTgCyvkMMYHqi0Pk/s320/PicsArt_1386304883369-747122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5954135274320312914" /></a></p><div>It's been pretty cold here in California. Not as cold as other regions of the US, but still chilly for this area. Winter is officially here. Despite the low 30's this morning, I still saw someone dressed like the above pic while getting coffee before work. Only in California. Hehe...</div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-3628796451963034672013-12-02T09:11:00.000-08:002013-12-02T21:15:50.899-08:00Connected?<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4xXIKtnWA6-NC4EDFvmVG8iYV_X9eEbZ5_vsCJh37qL8TsaLMXlc0UaWY7uLQOpJrP67e9KsWATL3uSPp1lIF1BNl641gO7UX_CRioiLS3B5CPF7iEugShbrXYssKtY259p4zj9zXPc/s1600/nasty+pig+yellow+hat+shirtless-750900.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4xXIKtnWA6-NC4EDFvmVG8iYV_X9eEbZ5_vsCJh37qL8TsaLMXlc0UaWY7uLQOpJrP67e9KsWATL3uSPp1lIF1BNl641gO7UX_CRioiLS3B5CPF7iEugShbrXYssKtY259p4zj9zXPc/s320/nasty+pig+yellow+hat+shirtless-750900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5953029764725266930" /></a></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Lately i've been hearing/reading people complain about how modern technology is causing humans to be disconnected from one another. Just last week I was on a train heading to SF and noticed 2 sets of people on the same train as me. One was an older man and his teenage daughter. She had her earphones plugged into her smartphone, and the entire time she was looking at her phone and not once saying a single word to her dad. Sitting on the opposite side was a woman and her teenage daughter, and again I saw the same thing: kid was so preoccupied with her device she was completely ignoring her mother.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpDzMPCzcbZNCz9OcGzXq9wDwenlbqbteFN5n458BjfzBQ2sxEqO0cYSHvD_-DmrDRhwVATjmQAJWputV1c6uxrKNuEQAnkHEkgLhRP9ns3JSTGY6W7lcNysju7eLWuOFz02X8Beq7qA/s1600/kick+back+barefoot-754315.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpDzMPCzcbZNCz9OcGzXq9wDwenlbqbteFN5n458BjfzBQ2sxEqO0cYSHvD_-DmrDRhwVATjmQAJWputV1c6uxrKNuEQAnkHEkgLhRP9ns3JSTGY6W7lcNysju7eLWuOFz02X8Beq7qA/s320/kick+back+barefoot-754315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5953029775928937602" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Over the weekend I saw my family and one of my brothers complained to my dad about how no one socializes anymore because they're all busy on their smartphones. While I can agree with this to a certain degree, I found it amusing when he then went into raving to my dad about all the cool features that smart phones have, like directions and the ability to look up information within seconds.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCV6fmBir69Og-7kOTVqhCpP6ANxSKuZApLlILtUgo4IHUbslqnEBNW1uZPw7OPHbOostgyHjI6e9b7whwAYhjKunu4HtQJR4SslClFZ7uwo4uZKCcWmIs0SQIZ70hAoO5CAtPUC0n9A/s1600/barefoot+jeans+walker-757128.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCV6fmBir69Og-7kOTVqhCpP6ANxSKuZApLlILtUgo4IHUbslqnEBNW1uZPw7OPHbOostgyHjI6e9b7whwAYhjKunu4HtQJR4SslClFZ7uwo4uZKCcWmIs0SQIZ70hAoO5CAtPUC0n9A/s320/barefoot+jeans+walker-757128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5953029790385986258" /></a></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It made me realize that this modern technology, like everything else in life, has it's ying and yang, it's good and bad. While it may keep people from socializing more, in some cases that's not a bad thing, as certain people are not worth socializing with and you find yourself thanking the powers that be for that smartphone that allows you to ignore them. And then I think about how some days i'll be somewhere, minding my own business, and I suddenly get a text or message or e-mail from someone, and next thing I know i'm out and about with this person/persons, doing something fun. That wouldn't happen as often without my smartphone. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4m3dzqGqngNq7YMgr31SrJREI9N73unpQPntWGjPIckGQHPAF4nXuBAJfBb6BhbCzByNZp3xQN1Q1lXieFTyNsoTAUduPzHWyRjRGeZMLGgakkYPRNXdp-hY5MGCaskxYm2oLGSmgJlY/s1600/shorts+muscles-760667.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4m3dzqGqngNq7YMgr31SrJREI9N73unpQPntWGjPIckGQHPAF4nXuBAJfBb6BhbCzByNZp3xQN1Q1lXieFTyNsoTAUduPzHWyRjRGeZMLGgakkYPRNXdp-hY5MGCaskxYm2oLGSmgJlY/s320/shorts+muscles-760667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5953029807876173410" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I think i'm at the perfect age where I can appreciate the good things that this modern technology has, while not getting too caught up in it because I grew up without it and can recall life before it. And I do enjoy interacting and socializing with strangers... just not all of them. ;-)</FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-57566078915703758752013-11-26T09:38:00.000-08:002013-11-26T21:40:19.577-08:00Bear or Cub?<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3S0_YG4RAfNimMy7tqV2n5c68fqRjbQO4ozNHmGJ5lAA5M6iR-Xbfq2M2m8vhxJxy-PI6dRmfDsA2VXvl7iIX_DaRIg0rbkHt4hWF95dQekdwT7FGVcOWyFNHr18EDaL1X4GYgX5AJk/s1600/bear+belly+dick+grab-719577.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3S0_YG4RAfNimMy7tqV2n5c68fqRjbQO4ozNHmGJ5lAA5M6iR-Xbfq2M2m8vhxJxy-PI6dRmfDsA2VXvl7iIX_DaRIg0rbkHt4hWF95dQekdwT7FGVcOWyFNHr18EDaL1X4GYgX5AJk/s320/bear+belly+dick+grab-719577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5950809561834362930" /></a></FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>That is the question. For the longest time I referred to myself as a bear. Not that it mattered, but since people feel the need to identify themselves with labels I figured i'd go with one that best represented me. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1Jpx5Rp-50r9lw6gzzNRJjve6U-jcXkcuOBJ0Lw5kRTmvryAHrD909N4IAaptLxEDz3Xfugk4DfpAsF85T-5zS5in73zP2x_Bs7Bi9Wd3lGeZiyE-4nlfxwxRad8RYRbmg93d6eGQP8/s1600/bear+tummy+bulge-722496.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1Jpx5Rp-50r9lw6gzzNRJjve6U-jcXkcuOBJ0Lw5kRTmvryAHrD909N4IAaptLxEDz3Xfugk4DfpAsF85T-5zS5in73zP2x_Bs7Bi9Wd3lGeZiyE-4nlfxwxRad8RYRbmg93d6eGQP8/s320/bear+tummy+bulge-722496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5950809568201178434" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I joined a gym last year, started working out regularly, etc, and shed some pounds. Not much, or so I had thought, but everyone who sees me begs to differ. In the last few months i've been told "you're shedding pounds", "you're wasting away", "you've lost hella weight", "what are you eating that you're losing all this weight??", etc. One friend even went so far as to say to me "Skinny bitch, you ain't a bear anymore!"</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPsk8WXNZEgqivDlFh5eBo8YsoGDwJ3SsYvWCv6OqqP4L_0cssLG8_aqqJeWuK5gAIsGhh0ftktkryfpSkD2OpyQNIdGK_5sZQYvz7BmCjQ_80F9171qsYHbKjRDSQ1ZUr5mxSdEgpYU/s1600/kissing+bears-724785.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPsk8WXNZEgqivDlFh5eBo8YsoGDwJ3SsYvWCv6OqqP4L_0cssLG8_aqqJeWuK5gAIsGhh0ftktkryfpSkD2OpyQNIdGK_5sZQYvz7BmCjQ_80F9171qsYHbKjRDSQ1ZUr5mxSdEgpYU/s320/kissing+bears-724785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5950809579074249922" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>And then there's the dudes. This last year, especially, i've been called cub by lots of guys. Never bear, just cub. I figured that at my age (41, soon to be 42) I was too old to be referred to as a cub but I guess that's not so. Not that it matters. I don't mind being referred to as a cub. If the guy is hot, if it's in the middle of some good sex, you can call me cub all ya want. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLe7WWRLKEjQ_5vs2UnUawsSLF8OW1sRvVQWxy-DNdMLPZNzHU4PO5fdNUGG-73isEUJFRv_FGUO0kWxy7muq-1OrVt-b9tVbv2V-U6PnFpPxzCJvj5HveCAsrSBJNRyIvACcbm5p9kM/s1600/furry+torso+pubes-726542.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLe7WWRLKEjQ_5vs2UnUawsSLF8OW1sRvVQWxy-DNdMLPZNzHU4PO5fdNUGG-73isEUJFRv_FGUO0kWxy7muq-1OrVt-b9tVbv2V-U6PnFpPxzCJvj5HveCAsrSBJNRyIvACcbm5p9kM/s320/furry+torso+pubes-726542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5950809592320933074" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I've always thought this labeling thing was kinda silly, as everyone has their interpretation of what a certain "type" is and what a certain "type" is not. And I can't say that I like certain types either, because although there's certain features that make me more attracted to a dude (beard, hairy body, tattoos, shaved head, nipple or septum piercings, big feet) those features can be found in many different types of guys. But I do like bears... or cubs... or whatever they're currently being called. :-/</FONT></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-60440880265336728412013-11-19T07:36:00.000-08:002013-11-19T19:48:23.418-08:00Photo Randomness..... <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Today's entry is just a bit of photo randomness. Some pics I had on my phone or came across and what I have to say about them.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>1. This pic is from a story that showed up on Facebook about a guy who was allegedly kicked out of a football game for wearing a speedo. This guy is FUCKING HOT and maybe the powers that be were jealous that he was drawing more attention than the game. Not sure if this really happened, but if cheerleaders can wear very little, than this stud can show off sexy body. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rRQFi86VD0n3ipPPCN_tT22tpDqSTRCcPxLbHaQ4-ow_4_pQdFDu2PuXsyxXvI-vS3XIWLTZH1mnQrdiy1f9Nu4-4xGsZz1HCFq2islMdzzpRS94ZsSugBzUHwPa-5EkRXa19H0FLyE/s1600/hottie+speedo+kicked+out-703419.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rRQFi86VD0n3ipPPCN_tT22tpDqSTRCcPxLbHaQ4-ow_4_pQdFDu2PuXsyxXvI-vS3XIWLTZH1mnQrdiy1f9Nu4-4xGsZz1HCFq2islMdzzpRS94ZsSugBzUHwPa-5EkRXa19H0FLyE/s320/hottie+speedo+kicked+out-703419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183120726464034" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>2. I took this photo earlier this year in a coffee shop bathroom. I wondered why this sticker was placed on a liquid hand dispenser. The only thing I could think of is that someone in the bathroom was applying something (lube, anal-eze gel, douche) getting ready for a play date, or someone was applying some medical cream (preperation H) for something not so fun.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKn88609YRCq9urXeYBdRbic5W09nQwOmN7g7dzB8ykRTZfuiUgvWZTOFIqOtnqUYiI6U_ttmP_QA3mHpCqdobdTV5H-C7C-ojzbTnlOYhLvKE413Zm8VBiLeuIAfVllnmA5_sVmtHNQ/s1600/for+rectal+use+only-706241.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKn88609YRCq9urXeYBdRbic5W09nQwOmN7g7dzB8ykRTZfuiUgvWZTOFIqOtnqUYiI6U_ttmP_QA3mHpCqdobdTV5H-C7C-ojzbTnlOYhLvKE413Zm8VBiLeuIAfVllnmA5_sVmtHNQ/s320/for+rectal+use+only-706241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183131042176578" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>3. This photo is just random and funny. I wouldn't offer to suck dick for beer as i'd do it for free. ;-)</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEDbLC3ej7T9kOThBmg36E0uoSB-qsM9z0Uoqg5XdEOXDFEeKI1vmgX97dBPe1ofoCo4UDeepnI7Q0tdmq6u70VMAl83fMv8HaTuLmW7f3r3OLA69LvSyUZqT45E4PtR8uM6nhnSvweI/s1600/suck+dick+4+beer-708481.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEDbLC3ej7T9kOThBmg36E0uoSB-qsM9z0Uoqg5XdEOXDFEeKI1vmgX97dBPe1ofoCo4UDeepnI7Q0tdmq6u70VMAl83fMv8HaTuLmW7f3r3OLA69LvSyUZqT45E4PtR8uM6nhnSvweI/s320/suck+dick+4+beer-708481.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183136096435762" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>4. I've always wanted to buy a pair of plain white vans and paint them/marker them up myself. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfXeKBvv6VHuVcGDuxxJ4Jc7XuODUKIrNrT6tgUGkI7WfEJAX_GCkk5nQs4EfkgZ5KUAmX6pVr2s-9Hg07Cy8QZURhyNI0tDqfdljeILjiegnl1wa1TIxMEh-nByC7i377Or-BhL3cQY/s1600/kidrobot+vans-710535.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfXeKBvv6VHuVcGDuxxJ4Jc7XuODUKIrNrT6tgUGkI7WfEJAX_GCkk5nQs4EfkgZ5KUAmX6pVr2s-9Hg07Cy8QZURhyNI0tDqfdljeILjiegnl1wa1TIxMEh-nByC7i377Or-BhL3cQY/s320/kidrobot+vans-710535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183145270268962" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>5. Speaking of things i've always wanted to do, i've always wanted to try this... yes, that's correct. I've always wanted to try taking 2 dicks up my ass. While it's tempting to say that it may be painful and difficult, when I think of the times i've taken quite large ones or been gang banged by a few guys one right after the other it suddenly seems more do-able. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegn7hR3Jnp1biC5jSO-nkpVEwvBX31qIjnV9HkTkcm7Qhmb01_gV-7GYIk35brRP3EsdPwG3irxA0QNca_W9bYb7PnXNryjo_8aziXqBBOXd8hTIIuIlLjDIsV3nDVVJj1-RQ82EVQM8/s1600/Double+rape-712251.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegn7hR3Jnp1biC5jSO-nkpVEwvBX31qIjnV9HkTkcm7Qhmb01_gV-7GYIk35brRP3EsdPwG3irxA0QNca_W9bYb7PnXNryjo_8aziXqBBOXd8hTIIuIlLjDIsV3nDVVJj1-RQ82EVQM8/s320/Double+rape-712251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183155918845170" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>6. When I came across this picture I was filled with nostalgic joy. I vividly recall watching this ridiculous, weird documentary, Overlords Of The UFO. I wish someone would release it on DVD as i'd love to watch it again. Mysteries From Beyond Earth and Encounter With The Unknown were also cool favorites. I love those cheesy 70's documentaries, they sure don't make 'em like that anymore.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Yly1egp4VZHselN3EVKGsvaqF42bfD6ImkwYjO19zct6lPpdwMzm00fESNs_cfuNc4rtuBqD4ZwpqKi2EX2a-ynzNxcR6jT0UtGx-BnnjY6lG40lV7wRQKdhE2ssAe-NY1JP8GRgnek/s1600/Overlords+of+the+UFO-714260.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Yly1egp4VZHselN3EVKGsvaqF42bfD6ImkwYjO19zct6lPpdwMzm00fESNs_cfuNc4rtuBqD4ZwpqKi2EX2a-ynzNxcR6jT0UtGx-BnnjY6lG40lV7wRQKdhE2ssAe-NY1JP8GRgnek/s320/Overlords+of+the+UFO-714260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183162343030466" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>7. I've always found it amusing how "straight" guys will think nothing of pulling out their dicks and pissing in front of each other, even goofing off (such as in this pic) and continuing to insist they don't have a gay bone in their body. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAa3xYPfhiYVdNHwFJQAB78A1I6iA9Rj48pPeuN1msEcbnA8aAC5JeyDPt7fdgydm4692sn_fzTHlIyo3nsJqERXXwr0LwILvBQcSHkt4ThlqT1AKCKLNPOYNKVBhn16T6HdgHOyz1bY/s1600/pissing+flip+floppers-716289.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAa3xYPfhiYVdNHwFJQAB78A1I6iA9Rj48pPeuN1msEcbnA8aAC5JeyDPt7fdgydm4692sn_fzTHlIyo3nsJqERXXwr0LwILvBQcSHkt4ThlqT1AKCKLNPOYNKVBhn16T6HdgHOyz1bY/s320/pissing+flip+floppers-716289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183170520973922" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>8. When I first saw this photo my attention was immediately drawn to the bearded, tattooed punk, whom I think is HOT! Upon closer inspection I realized the irony of what's tattooed on his arm and what he's holding in his hand.</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTTgigdmdrqH4L1_g5151lTsaZvjpZWPBzYEUEmFPrWO-MJzJYNNdDNMZmVpvpXZpYpIejKQIjVRvE6vPp32iMDP9rprVtk7jTBBmjnFbNX3aMTYCNESp8ZtoyQAO12fwCeSfzKbMWsQ/s1600/vegan+haha-718351.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTTgigdmdrqH4L1_g5151lTsaZvjpZWPBzYEUEmFPrWO-MJzJYNNdDNMZmVpvpXZpYpIejKQIjVRvE6vPp32iMDP9rprVtk7jTBBmjnFbNX3aMTYCNESp8ZtoyQAO12fwCeSfzKbMWsQ/s320/vegan+haha-718351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183180034925922" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>9. I was amused when I first saw this pic. In my case it would be a little bit of What Friends Think, What Dad Thinks and What I Actually Do... ok, maybe some of What Mom Thinks. Haha!</FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LBI0Pw6vHVDZ-8EXD2TomPusbFj5fyJWQyAjHhrA3fMoiFPHVuJK91aFWTvPPbvIrrRg0netZ_AwC3mY4-hvZoMKLhqAwMHuEaavMf3Y19XB6_esBFhxfbrALYCsh1Gd3ntnm7We8XA/s1600/what+single+gay+dudes+do-721077.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LBI0Pw6vHVDZ-8EXD2TomPusbFj5fyJWQyAjHhrA3fMoiFPHVuJK91aFWTvPPbvIrrRg0netZ_AwC3mY4-hvZoMKLhqAwMHuEaavMf3Y19XB6_esBFhxfbrALYCsh1Gd3ntnm7We8XA/s320/what+single+gay+dudes+do-721077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183193145444466" /></a></DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2></FONT> </DIV> <DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>10. Random scribbling in a public bathroom stall. </FONT></DIV> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NFXMQQwHWmtURULD7hGFpPjFKVdrrSIkeefjDukFUsPTudyWgn8i0_O43JRR1u0R_R3IAYODAP8mI5mnGGElPV_Im8GtlXMOw8wQZno5CWgCKH6xihCICU3ez2jSI61OMDgF7uo-9Hw/s1600/I+sucked+cock-723227.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NFXMQQwHWmtURULD7hGFpPjFKVdrrSIkeefjDukFUsPTudyWgn8i0_O43JRR1u0R_R3IAYODAP8mI5mnGGElPV_Im8GtlXMOw8wQZno5CWgCKH6xihCICU3ez2jSI61OMDgF7uo-9Hw/s320/I+sucked+cock-723227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5948183200640737186" /></a></DIV>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-5397595686908506892013-11-10T15:18:00.000-08:002013-11-10T15:19:13.179-08:00Underbear!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHnRn1CA2R5c_yvLsdHtoyjI9VCO_HflpmUkFZLSgB8wohyJpGI6ge4K4ZTr4iqVAm8EwmiOD4WnlXrhTmy97b8qgoczMRxZn0q3XWc-ILUSH0IATUcM_YxFnFdp4Ygzu5kXYa5L6m5w/s1600/20131109_221106_7_bestshot-753179.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHnRn1CA2R5c_yvLsdHtoyjI9VCO_HflpmUkFZLSgB8wohyJpGI6ge4K4ZTr4iqVAm8EwmiOD4WnlXrhTmy97b8qgoczMRxZn0q3XWc-ILUSH0IATUcM_YxFnFdp4Ygzu5kXYa5L6m5w/s320/20131109_221106_7_bestshot-753179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5944773986090765058" /></a></p><div>It's been SF bear pride all last week + weekend. Last night I went out to a club for an event called Underbear, which was an underwear dance party. I stripped down to my green Nasty Pig jockstrap and after a few shots and beers was happy, drunk + dancing. The club got packed with half naked, horny guys. I recall making out with a sexy Australian cub, his bear buddy, and a couple from Vancouver. Got felt up as well. Fun fun fun. Then as I left the club I got hit up by a local bud who invited me over and I had fun with him and his young stud bf. Fun times.</div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306653223088414993.post-30886921811657113292013-11-04T15:39:00.001-08:002013-11-04T15:39:38.327-08:00Live Music!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfzp7L_TBxnVfUnE0_pAqjO-4wOXWLwg4GSPBpVmbdWml-TixsgZ_8N4GHe3jWJzUD0SnFF074fvb1NHpjvM93V25roe1XKTZxalGgmT_h1NS1NeTbi4Z67kr6oHxwjLnHXGgrtsHCIM/s1600/20131102_222218_1_bestshot-778328.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfzp7L_TBxnVfUnE0_pAqjO-4wOXWLwg4GSPBpVmbdWml-TixsgZ_8N4GHe3jWJzUD0SnFF074fvb1NHpjvM93V25roe1XKTZxalGgmT_h1NS1NeTbi4Z67kr6oHxwjLnHXGgrtsHCIM/s320/20131102_222218_1_bestshot-778328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5942552736807639874" /></a></p><div>This weekend I got to see Cut Copy in concert. My first time seeing them in 2009 they were amazing. This weekend they were fun, not as amazing, though I think that has to do with the fact that in '09 they were touring in support of their album In Ghost Colours, which I was really into at the time and their follow-up album was so-so (haven't listened to the new one I picked up at the show yet). Still I had a good time and it was a nice reminder of why I enjoy live music. The crowd tends to help. There was a chick who asked me if I could move just a little, and when I did she hugged me and said thanks. Then there was the young couple next to me smoking weed, the young latino offering me a hit (I politely declined, but thought it was cool of him anyway). Then there was the tall, very cute bear at the front, who nicely asked these 2 shorter girls behind him if they could see. He was dancing and waving his hands enthusiastically, he was really into it. I think he was straight (though just cuz he was there with a girl didn't necessarily mean he was) but then he also turned around and complimented a dude's mustache behind him, who was there with his boyfriend, so that was cool. Then there was the very enthusiastic gay bear couple next to me, who kept singing the lyrics, jumping and dancing to their favorite songs. And finally there were the balloons with sparkling lights in them that kept bouncing all over the crowd, as well as the glow sticks that kept flying everywhere. I got pegged by a few, and one even broke open and left glow ink all over this oblivious girl's shirt. I recall the last time I saw this band the audience was also really cool, so that was nice. I realize that crowds aren't for everyone, but for those of us who enjoy the chaos, it can be a real fun time. The pic above is the back of the head of the tall cute bear, the best pic I could get of him without being obvious, hehe....<br></div><div><br></div>ultramanricksterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027440013145509094noreply@blogger.com1