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This Week In Pics III

The pics this week are few and varied. I didn’t do a whole lot over the weekend. Actually, most of my weekends of late have been very lazy. I figure it is time to get back on the horse and be a little more productive.

Speaking of productive, I had a very good week of workouts. I pushed myself very hard. So hard in fact, I had to take an extra couple days off. My entire body hurt from being sore. This week, I think I won’t push so hard. A friend who hasn’t seen me lately said I looked the same as I did last year. Little did he know that was a compliment. I’d gotten flabby and saggy in several places over the span of 6 months last year. His off the cuff comment made my day!

Here is Bobbeisha and I being somewhat silly. I’ve forgotten what it was we were laughing about but obviously it was hilarious.

Moby & Bobbeisha

In an effort to talk more about work, here is an average shot of one of workstations. I deliberately blurred the image as it showed 10-34 (sensitive) information on the screen. No since inviting drama into my life. On the left is the touch screen 800 MHz radio system. The two big screens in the middle are my normal workspace for anywhere from 6-15 active windows. The right is the touch screen phone system. Multi-tasking at its finest.

Work Station

This last one was just a quickie while out on a ride. A typical foggy day in SF with a view of the bridge in the distance.

GG Bridge

1031

This is officially my 1031st post here at the ole blog. I meant to post this at the 1000 mark however, I got distracted and forgot. I’m winding up my 3rd year of blogging and still going strong. It has been an interesting three years to say the least. What started as a simple coping mechanism has turned into a very important part of my life.

I’ve met many friends over the last few years and hope to meet more. I’ve also had a chance to examine parts of myself and my life and make changes for the better.1 This past year, I’ve opened up a little more on the private parts of my life in an attempt to paint a better picture of what is to be me. Now, I’m wondering what’s next? Where do I go from here? Do I continue on this path w/the mundane and sometimes not so mundane?

I’ve toyed with the idea of doing a second and more commercialized blog. Mainly, as there are lots of things I want to branch into. I have more than enough space and bandwidth in my ISP package to handle it. But do I have the necessary time to devote to it? That is the big question I’m asking myself right now.

If you had a choice, what would you like to see more of here?

1 The jury is still out on that but I like to think so.

Mr. Sandman

Ok, enough about hypocrites and politics, more of me. I’ve had some really odd dreams as of late. Normally, I have 2 or 3 dreams a night that I can remember. They say the average person can have as many as 10 dreams a night however, we rarely remember all of them. And while mine often tend to be vivid, still very normal in the scope of dreams. Lately though, my dreams have become like mini sagas. I can only remember one dream a night now and they tend to be very lengthy and very involved.

A good example from last week, I had a very detailed dream where I had bird wings and was in a battle for dominion over my people against a tyrant bird king. The dream started w/me learning the ins/outs of learning how to fly all the way to several lengthly battles w/the king. I woke up before the dream finished. It is still as fresh in my mind as if I’d just dreamt (yes I know not a real word) it last night. While the story itself is probably from a scene in my God of War II video game, the scenery, the battles, and the plot are very different. Even that isn’t so unusual as the length and depth of plot to it. While I can have repeats of dreams the complexity is rarely this high. I’m curious if anyone else out there has or does experience this?

If You Care…

Couldn’t think of a catchy title.


Just finished lunch with Ginabruce. Now I’m back at Starbucks, what a surprise. lol So yesterday, I went for a nice ride on the bike and then stopped off at the beach for some hiking. I forget sometimes how beautiful this city can be. There are so many little pockets of nature all over if you just take the time to notice.

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Recap

Ok, ok already. I’ve been busy. I keep getting emails and texts demanding to see pics. Yeah, I love you too. *g* Anyway, it’s Friday (my Saturday) and it has been a lazy day so far. I slept in and then promptly got up and had myself a nooner. A young one too. Lord what is the world coming to when yours truly starts doing chicken. lol I digress. He was fun and I can report the poisons have left the building. Work was very sad this week for obvious reasons. The funeral was yesterday and I’m glad it’s over and a lot of the tears have passed. Everyone is focused on remembering her for who she was. I like that.

As I mentioned, Rich from Dallas was in town (last weekend) and I ended up hanging out w/him almost the whole weekend. He had a two day layover in SF. We cut up a lot and he really got me out of my shell for a bit. I’ve gotten so locked into my routine lately, it was very relaxing to just goof off.1 Rich is very charming and I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. His sense of humor is just as warped as mine. Even more surprising, he has the same knack I do for quoting obscure movie quotes.

In a nutshell, we did some shopping, visited the local bars, strolled the parks, went to the movies, and basically terrorized the poor city. Shopping was, well shopping. We also went to see 300 which I loved. If you like blood and guts w/a little mythology and special affects thrown in, you’ll love it. The bars were interesting. I kept running into M’s soon-to-be ex which was a little unnerving. I also met 6 different guys from bear411.2 One guy was very friendly. Anyway, our purpose for being out was to see another friend of Rich’s that lives here. I did not care for him at all. I found him annoying and disrespectful. He begged Rich to come meet him out and then proceeded to ignore him most of the night. He was more concerned about finding his next trick. I’m all for getting laid however, a little prioritizing goes a long way. Rich didn’t seem to mind so I kept my mouth shut. Besides, we were having fun on our own without little miss sunshine.

Saturday was very low key. Rich helped me wash my motorcycle, which was very kind of him. We also took time to snap off some more pics. (see below.) Afterwards, we went for a nice stroll man-watching in Dolores park. The weather was a beautiful 75 degrees and sunny. The “menses” were out in force. Since Rich had to leave that night, we finisihed off the day by having Sushi at my favorite Japanese joint in the Castro. The roomie tagged along and we mostly gabbed about life in Texas.

This weekend I’m just being lazy. I have a few chores to do but otherwise, nothing planned. Ok, now on to the pics!

Rich and I both like the same tshirt so we both got it. Don’t we look like twins?










Rich and I goofing off on our way to get some Sushi. Notice we weren’t still dressed like twins. hehehe










Here we are at the park. It was a very nice day out. We were lookin’ all J-cool.










We were at Castro and Market here. The motherland as Rich calls it.










I’m not sure what we were doing here however, it felt good. *g*










Don’t ask!










Rich looking hunky in the park. Boys were turning their heads. What a handsome bear he is.










1 I’m still bumped from my ride along on Friday’s so it worked out perfectly.
2 See, I’m working on expanding being viewed as a bear. (I’m still not exactly sure what that means yet)

New Moby

Thank you to everyone for the kind words of sympathy. Having the weekend off helped get my mind off of it. Well, that and Rich was in town from Dallas. We hung out over the weekend and he was just what I needed to get out of my funk. Sweet and funny man. He made me laugh so much; just what the doctor ordered.

I have fun pics to post too. I’m on my way out to get some chores done but stay tuned for some good pics of us acting up over the weekend.

Can of Worms

Just when I think I’ve learned all I can about myself, life throws me yet another curve ball. There is so much irony in this post it borders on hilarity.

I opened a can of worms tonight. Unlike my professional behavior, I have absolutely no patience when it comes to my heart. I ran into my soon-to-be-single friend again tonight at Starbucks. 1 He sits down and I was dead set on keeping it casual. His ex hasn’t moved out yet and I’m determined not to be a rebound. Ha! So much for that. We start talking and before I knew it, I was asking him what happened between us. I mean, I knew the first time was my fault. I wasn’t ready and I pushed him away. I readily admit that. It is not something I’m particularly proud of but it was my M.O. for quite awhile. Never intentionally but that doesn’t make it ok. Out of my own insecurities, I used to come on rather strong when I met someone new. However, once the newness wore off and I actually got to know the guy underneath, I would get bored and move on. Not very nice to the other person who thinks my strong signals mean more than they did. I’ve realized that about myself. The twist here is with M I didn’t get bored. It scared me and I ran. I don’t think I’ve ever shared this and I don’t like admitting it but, I hate fear as an emotion. Growing up in constant fear of my step-mother gave me that.2

What I didn’t know was the second time was sorta my fault as well. Turns out, he was more than a little hurt after the first time (unsurprisingly) and was afraid to get too close to me again. So, he pushed me away before I could do it to him a second time. The thing about me and attraction, I like to know the guy I’m into is into me. Unbeknownst to him of course, I was ready the second time and his lack of conviction hurt me. Tit for tat? Possibly but I doubt it. M is probably the only person I’ve ever broken things off with and regretted it aftewards. It didn’t help that right after our second split he met his new guy.3

Learning all of this brought me to tears. Not a gully washer but I did get a little teary-eyed. Here is the part where the preverbal can “gets opened”. He teared up as well. I knew, at that moment, he still cared for me. I pushed and I pushed hard. I couldn’t help myself. I apologized for the pain I caused him. I also told him I wanted him to have some space but when he is ready, I want to try again. I meant it too. I can’t say where it will lead but I’m ready this time. I think he is too.

The last great irony here? I don’t think it would have worked between us if I hadn’t had the fall out w/Drew. He shared w/me he also didn’t think it would have worked had he not met his soon-to-be ex.

My head and my heart are all a jumble at the moment.

1 Irony 1, this is where we first met.
2 Irony 2, this had a big influence on my pursuit of Drew when we met 3 months later.
3 Irony 3, even though he didn’t say it, I had the distinct impression, our failed second attempt pushed him to pursue the new guy as hard as he did. Are you laughing yet?