tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66464472008-12-30T15:35:07.160-08:00Wack!j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-87926310096076086652008-11-11T16:44:00.000-08:002008-11-11T16:50:29.692-08:00I had a sad realization the other day. I cannot look at ample busted women anymore without wondering if they're fake. This is a shame. I have always appreciated the bodies of women and found the beauty in them regardless of how large or small their breasts were. What is horrific is that our society has destroyed this with plastic surgery and breast augmentation for the masses. There is nothing j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-50404888225537744352008-07-09T19:10:00.000-07:002008-07-09T19:20:17.903-07:00I'm surprised to find myself making an entry to, what appears to be, a dead blog. So much has happened to me since the last entry, that I'm trying to figure out all that I could say. I've been building a race car, albeit slowly. The weather here has been so hot that gearing up and welding has been hard to look forward to. Oh, the car is my 1990 Mazda Miata. I've joined the SCCA and there is a j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-67089193057961982272008-04-13T22:32:00.001-07:002008-04-13T22:32:16.478-07:00Deathj. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-22998610675332329052008-03-13T00:14:00.000-07:002008-03-13T00:32:24.093-07:00A few weeks ago I got a speeding ticket. It wasn't anything special, 75 in a 65. Big whoop. Friggin' quotas.
A few days later I got stopped by our local PD for sliding my Miata through an extremely sharp left hand corner followed by a 90 degree right turn. It's something I have been doing EVERY time I go through that same s-bend for the last 4 years I have driven home, so the fact that there j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-33286680692462741052008-03-12T23:56:00.001-07:002008-03-12T23:56:28.769-07:00I love being anti-social.j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-28972429387661560862008-03-07T00:12:00.000-08:002008-03-07T00:48:49.311-08:00On of the greatest parts of living where I do is the access to bird watching from my very own bed. I have a small canyon view out my second story sliding glass door that affords me the opportunity to observe a myriad of bird behaviour. Perhaps to some of you this may seem a bit, how should I say, old British man in calf high socks, kaki shorts, a pith helmet and field glasses, but since we are j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-91576419505835093592008-03-07T00:07:00.000-08:002008-03-07T00:12:04.451-08:00I recently eliminated FaceBook from my life, and I feel all the better for it. I began to see it as a ridiculous way to communicate with people. In a simpler time, people who you actually cared about would stay in your life. They would either be physically close allowing you to interact regularly (or not) or you'd write them a thoughtful letter or even a simple post card with a few simple words j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-5126028100763642092007-09-19T21:50:00.000-07:002007-09-19T21:53:47.580-07:00I can't believe that America is so frivolous with petrol that it has billboards mounted on lories that drive around and advertise.j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-69390021763825279082007-08-06T14:26:00.000-07:002007-08-08T10:43:00.488-07:00Okay dumb-ass Americans. Let's get something straight. Jeffrey is spelled REY not ERY. I don't care if you spell it the Olde English way Geoffrey or if you spell it the modern Jeffrey, it is still REY. It burns me that even when I spell it out to some jackass American, they get it wrong. Not only are they incompetent, but they are hard of listening; two wonderful traits in a human being. My j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-53842211188599201592007-08-05T00:33:00.000-07:002007-08-05T00:45:37.601-07:00I did something really stupid recently. I allowed myself to get involved in something that hurt me deeply. As I think back over what happened, I am stunned that I am still so young and incapable of allowing myself to be cold. I want to be angry and yet I don't know if I am supposed to. Sometimes you think you understand someone, and that they understand you only to discover you were horribly j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-24402447474775080912007-08-01T10:12:00.000-07:002007-08-01T23:28:49.799-07:00Seriously the iPhone has given new life to my insomnia. My 17" PowerBook is so unwieldy when trying to reach down to the floor from my tall bed in order to make use of it on a middle o' the night whim. My precious, on the other hand, is perched there upon my nightstand in its dock awaiting my talons.
It makes such a great blogging device, although I would like to see some improvements, such as aj. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-76678439680856772932007-08-01T05:05:00.000-07:002007-08-01T05:11:29.374-07:00I love my iPhone! It is better than iCrack!
Thanks Apple!j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-89683457056874260932007-06-04T23:03:00.000-07:002007-06-04T23:05:21.028-07:00Ok, double-plus whatever it's the 4th post of the evening. What the hell is with Google Street View not mapping the ghetto??? I lived on 25th street right next to the projects in San Francisco, and I can't get a street view of my lovely old abode. I swear whitey must pay.j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-90777786224334975202007-06-04T21:17:00.000-07:002008-03-07T00:05:32.643-08:00San freaking Luis Obispo needs me to buy an old motor lodge (you know the kind, several little bungalows surrounding a pool, built in the 50s or 60s) and turn it into a swanky disco hotspot. Stock the rooms with retro furnishings, paint the place something mid-century and have the pool be the center of attention. I imagine importing groovy DJs from around the globe to entertain the kids here in j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-66557349904503523242007-06-04T20:50:00.001-07:002007-06-04T20:58:58.380-07:00Holy cats! I just realized I didn't write about my drive to work the other AM. I'm driving my 1961 Ford Galaxie Sunliner down "the grade" (don't ask, it's a steep ass grade on the highway) bombing along at 70ish when of-a-sudden BOOM! wisps of smoke form around the hood lines. I glance in the rear-view mirror to see a vortex of blue and black smoke and feel a major loss of power. I shut down the j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-88520906687305401962007-06-04T19:45:00.000-07:002007-06-04T19:46:04.763-07:00I don't write anything worth a crap anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me???j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-79470055290070453662007-04-24T13:04:00.000-07:002007-04-24T14:08:14.675-07:00Few things bother me as much as when people use the term "RPM's" to indicate they are referring to RPM. Since RPM means Revolutions Per Minute, the "'s" is completely redundant and friggin' annoying. Grrr...j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-20238595869989627362007-03-19T14:02:00.000-07:002007-03-19T14:08:49.348-07:00For as long as I can remember, I have been seeking stability in my life. The strangest thing is that I consistently find doors opening as quickly as others are being closed. I had been on this path of obtaining a teaching credential, with the understanding that I had only one and a half years to go. This turned out to be wrong and I learned I really had 3 years to go. At the same time this news j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1155682650660257852006-08-15T15:34:00.000-07:002006-08-15T15:57:30.676-07:00Finally!
My wife and I realized that our love affair with our boat was too great to ignore any longer. Too many days have gone by where we have lamented the lack of progress we have been making on the restoration. Suddenly, that has changed.
Feeling overwhelmed by the surface damage to the deck, we thought it might not hurt anything to find out how much it would cost to have it repaired j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1150989960027690202006-06-22T07:56:00.000-07:002006-07-29T21:12:53.143-07:00Tap, tap, tap... um, is this thing on?
Ahem. I'd like to start this morning's broadcast by saying sorry to my loyal fans (mainly myself, as I do find myself so amusing) for leaving you with dead air for, what, three quarters of a year?!??! I can only say that my life's happiness had been in a rapid decline, much like that of a single engine aircraft whose precious single engine had failed. I j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1126330313062178642005-09-09T21:48:00.000-07:002007-11-16T13:56:40.578-08:00I've reached the point where I no longer care to worry that I must be a simpleton who seems to have little to contribute to modern-day reading other than automobiles, standard poodles and, now, boats. If that is what I know and love, so be it. We all can't be geniuses that are writing on the ridiculous state of the political mess that made no difference to us as children, but as adults we are j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1115828080555145632005-05-11T09:02:00.000-07:002005-05-11T09:14:40.600-07:00I feel guilty that so many of my posts are about automobiles. Maybe it is because so many of my friends don't seem to think much of cars or at least that is the appearance they give, or maybe it's because the environment is taking a beating from their use, but I love them. That said, here's another car related post.
As mentioned in one of my first posts, I was a Porsche mechanic. Something that j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1115318582709591062005-05-05T11:42:00.000-07:002005-05-05T11:43:02.710-07:00It's raining again. Wow. I have lived in CA all my life, with a short stint in the UK, and I cannot recall it EVER raining this much. It's somewhat fantastic, as I love the rain.
I find it sad and odd that humans bag on the rain so much. Particularly here in CA where there is so much sun and so little rain. Why must it be labeled as "horrible" weather? It's beautiful. The colors of the trees andj. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1115156579052679932005-05-03T14:25:00.000-07:002005-05-03T15:03:35.993-07:00Ok, I've also got to say a couple more things about living in Atascadero, CA. What is funny to me, and at the same time meaningless, is that the folks who live in the San Luis Obispo area are real snobs about which part of the county you live in. See, there is SLO, which is shee-shee and nice and vacationy blah blah, and then there is Atascadero, et al, which are more rural, hickish, AG. I happenj. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646447.post-1115155468006516452005-05-03T14:19:00.000-07:002005-05-03T14:24:28.006-07:00So (I love starting sentences with "so," I can just feel my English teachers' teeth itch), I've signed up for more classes this Summer at school. I'm going to be taking a children's literature class that I hear is supposed to be really great. I'm thinking this will be a good class for me to explore. I'm too much of a child still, and think being an adult blows serious chow, so perhaps there is a j. lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10879907516176915522noreply@blogger.com