Fuck!

[ibdave]

fucking fucker

Mozy deemed it, and therefore it is fucking so.

I’m fucking sorry

My son has surgery Friday

A fucking full ACL tare also now we find out he has a Meniscus tear also

Now he will be out of lacrosse for 8 to 9 months
He really loves playing and this is just fucking killing him.

Fucking WOW Mozy... I guess your son can shine all the bottles in your bar now....... Hope it goes well......

[Box Burner]

Fuck Mozy

That truly Fucking sucks sucks. Maybe you should bring him to the playa, He is going to need a diversion of some kind.

[MozyBonz]

Fuckin fuck!

I am so tired of corporate fucking greed.
Now you pay for validated parking in a lot you must go to get surgery.
I guess they Were not making anything off the $12 unvalidated parking so just print a sign in your printer tape it up next to the old sign.
And charge everyone you suck into your parking trap. you cant pick up people from that center with out paying thier parking fee.

UCD karma is coming fuckers.

[ALICEtheGOON]

FUCK ITS HARD TO POST NOW

[cowboyangel]

Fuck Bonz, Come to West Texas Man!

[cowboyangel]

oh, forgot to mention that the Muthafukka thread is more interesting than this Fuck thread.

[robbidobbs]

Fuck, I want to be gainfully employed again. This fucking job market is the fucking painful shits.

[Box Burner]

Fuck, I want to be gainfully employed again. This fucking job market is the fucking painful shits.

Fuck Robbi, if it was up to me I 'd hire you , You are fucking aweesome!

[Kinetik V]

Fuck, I want to be gainfully employed again. This fucking job market is the fucking painful shits.

There's not much out there to choose from right now...and I don't think it's going to get better anytime soon. Some people like me have exhausted their unemployment...but instead of Congress extending unemployment benefits, the fuckers decided to send us "stimulus checks" which don't amount to squat, and then spend millions on sending out letters saying we're getting those checks. The money spent on the mailings would have been better spent extending benefits...but that's too fucking logical for Congress to get.

Thanks Nancy Pelosi for your dimwitted fucked up leadership!

Just remember...it could always be worse. Hopefully you haven't lost your house (I did on Monday) and you're not having to negotiate when your vehicle will be repo'd. I'm not bitching about this...I'm past that and am just glad to see it go so I can move on. It does suck though.

[cowboyangel]

and if that weren't enough consider this:
http://www.brightpathvideo.com/MP3/Tarp ... anking.mp3

[robbidobbs]

Thank you BB.
I just got off the phone with an HR droid who's doing my background check for a local call center job. This could be the success that I am almost confident about. (Fucking please, please, please

That fucking sucks Kinetic. Losing the house and car. Damn and Fuck.

CBA, you're so mutherfuckin bold aren't you.[/i]

[cowboyangel]

aw, I don't know. I guess I just believe what we used to believe about Superman...Truth Justice and the What way?

[robbidobbs]

Why, the Muthafukkin Way, of course.

[cowboyangel]

Ya, that way...that's the way we got anyway, weigh that!


oh...forgot to say phuck....see...my thread has no rules...

[Apollonaris Zeus]

Fuck, I spend most of the day trying to get my printer to work on a roll of paper and found out that later after wasting my time that the paper just won't print out continuous prints.

Muthafukka!

[Nick Collide]

[youtube][/youtube]

[robbidobbs]

Well fuck me. Two people who will remain nameless, one of whom I respect a LOT, don't like me because I don't write on this board about anything much other than my project. I dont' spend a lot of time online, I check this board everyday to see if there's anything said about my issue, and then I leave. I have a life. I tell you what: I walk a very thin line of propriety with regards to my "official" DPW job and I really don't want to appear like an idiot, a spaz, a loose cannon or otherwise not worth my keep. I've effectively alienated myself and backed myself into this art project corner and nobody wants to talk to me anymore (notable exceptions noted). I'm a fucking nice person, pretty damn educated, a wicked good cook and gawddamnit I'M INTERESTING. I actually have a background in a very broad smattering of subjects like wholistic health and nutrition, NLP, and philosophy. People matter to me which is probably why I can't just specialize in one area. My BA is in Social Science. If that's not broad enough.... I know I'm not a warm or particularly friendly person. Hell, I intimidate the shit out of people, especially men. Start with my hair, my tits, my brewing sexuality. Hell, few guys can get past the tits let alone talk sense to me about anything. I routinely get shat on by boyfriends, which is probably why I don't do that anymore. I've had all manners of bullshit dumped on me over the years as a direct result of my art. The people that I don't like don't exist to me anymore. This is the one venue that I have felt that I had a willing audience and some human contact, then I get shat on elsewhere. I guess I should just treat it like it didn't happen. Everyone's so fucking nice to my face and then I hear this behind my back crap. It just pisses me off. There are many people that love me, and support me, but sometimes it's not enough to get past the rest of the hostility and misunderstanding. Coyote once said: It's not that people don't like you, Robbi, it's that they don't understand you. I so desperately want to be understood. I give a shit about the Rangers, the Greeters, the Man builders, the DPW of course, christ even the Gate/Perimeter I defend. I do more gawdamn rangering while on my rounds than I EVER did in beige. My wonderful boss has given me the necessities to do my job, but I get the strong feeling the LLC wants me and my issue to just go the fuck away. I get that feeling a lot, and I wish it was my imagination. I don't know how to make friends, and moving around a lot as I have for the last 10 years has really been hard on me. I just moved here from the loneliness of Oregon, because I wanted to be closer to the BM community, and I really don't have anything to do except job hunt. Have I even been to SF yet? No, nobody has given me the invite. Rodent said it best: I'm invisible until I'm engaged in conversation. I really do have a lot going for me, and I make a terrific friend. I'm like a cat in that way. I'm also an intensely sexual person, but again, alienated into a corner. Let's see what the good news is tomorrow about the job. You know the only time I was engaged in conversation on-playa about something other than my project was by Metric two years ago? Why doesn't people engage me in conversation about something other than shit? I guess it's because I have relentlessly walked this careful line, to make sure that I earn my keep. I treat it not only like my art but my job. I take it very seriously, but if people are ceasing to take me seriously because of my relentlessness, I'm not doing my job. It's very hard for me to make friends anyway, on a good day, in fair weather, and here I'm a fucking volunteer coordinator and it's fucking insane how gawdamn difficult it is to get the job done. And I know everyone works hard, and has their art, and I'm not the fucking end-all that I market myself as. I crack wise about being self-important. I really don't know. I love what I do, that's why it never bores me, not ever. It's my "trip" so if you don't like if, try not to disrespect it. It's probably as creatively enveloping as the Contraption, only mine is people-art rather than machining. It's like most of my time is recruiting and working. I need those chill-spaces like BDC & WB, and a safe home to come home to with the BB and Terminal City. You can't start to imagine how important this is. Still, it's no wonder people shy away from me. I've effectively made myself an unlikeable person by being viewed as a fanatic. SO...talk to me about something that interests you. I probably can participate. I had a wonderful conversation yesterday with an old friend that I hadn't talked to for 20 years, and we talked about sudoku, the creative process, poetry, hawaiian music, california water politics and peak oil. Ok, so I don't spend any time on the Politics thread, mostly because I'm a lazy fuck and I don't live on-line, and I divorced a political geek and then got into a relationship with another political geek, and then had a lengthy phone-sex relationship with yet another political geek. I'm kind of done with it. And yes I know we're fucking doomed, but I really don't give a shit who's going to kill me, his name or what kind of weaponry. I'm fucked, that's what's important to me. Now how to I avoid this is my concern. I want to get employed so I can fucking relax again, get my own place and fucking get on with my life. I don't like where I'm living because I can't fully relax. I'm not being a very good grown-up right now, and it's all the more stressful because I have nobody to really talk to but my cat. It's scary in my head sometimes, so it's probably good that I try to be a good taoist. I want to be fucking held, and I don't know how to fix this. So the one area of my life that I can look at with confidence and pride is at the same time alienating and distancing me from the very community I'm trying to help. I'm feeling sorry for myself, sure, but I've been silent for a very long time, basically because I didn't want to show myself for being stupid or hurting anyone's feelings. So I just keep hurting myself by being "safe". Cripes, I can't even comfortably sit in the Bar anymore because I believe I've said too many wrong things there while intoxicated. I'm fragile, too fragile, it kind of frightens people I guess. It's fear of punishment. So I stay silent and hide further and self-medicate. Hurt myself by talking, hurt myself by being quiet. Now I have my 2nd interview tomorrow, and I am going to try to get my emotional shit together today. I've been working in the yard, and someday, hopefully before it gets too hot, I'll have all the weeds whacked. Other things that I've been stressed out about is that I'm 30# overweight, and not fucking delighted about it. I've gotten off wheat for 2 weeks now, but because I'm depressed from loneliness I drink beer. There ya go. I can't even smoke as much as I'd like because of where I live. I've become a closet smoker. And don't get me started about missing green. I just need a fucking break. But if anyone shits on my art, I WILL be ugly, and I make no fucking excuses about it, and I fully expect an apology because that means respect. That's the fucking minimum I need to just get through the day. I spent a lot of money yesterday, so I'm staying away from the bar today. I don't need the calories anyway. I'm not going to go away, not unless I'm fucking pushed away. I've been dissed by bigger assholes that were more creative. How's that for a core dump? Thanks for listening.

[robbidobbs]

Yes I feel better having gotten this out. It took a while for the endorphins to kick in, but they did.
You can all go back to your regular fucking channel.

[vanessa cardui]

*hugz robbidobbs really fucking tight*

[pinemom]

Fuckin big Hugs RobbiDobbbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I fucking care about you AND the Gawd Damn Horse you rode in on!

See thats the problem with some peeps...they SHIT, they dont talk about it, they think theirs dont stink, alot like opinions...everyones got one and they all stink!

Fuckin Love ya red headed bitchy beauty!

Good Ju-ju comming your way! dont wait for it...keep going forward it'll find ya!

[MozyBonz]

Well fuck me. Two people who will remain nameless, one of whom I respect a LOT, don't like me because I don't write on this board about anything much other than my project. I dont' spend a lot of time online, I check this board everyday to see if there's anything said about my issue, and then I leave. I have a life. I tell you what: I walk a very thin line of propriety with regards to my "official" DPW job and I really don't want to appear like an idiot, a spaz, a loose cannon or otherwise not worth my keep. I've effectively alienated myself and backed myself into this art project corner and nobody wants to talk to me anymore (notable exceptions noted). I'm a fucking nice person, pretty damn educated, a wicked good cook and gawddamnit I'M INTERESTING. I actually have a background in a very broad smattering of subjects like wholistic health and nutrition, NLP, and philosophy. People matter to me which is probably why I can't just specialize in one area. My BA is in Social Science. If that's not broad enough.... I know I'm not a warm or particularly friendly person. Hell, I intimidate the shit out of people, especially men. Start with my hair, my tits, my brewing sexuality. Hell, few guys can get past the tits let alone talk sense to me about anything. I routinely get shat on by boyfriends, which is probably why I don't do that anymore. I've had all manners of bullshit dumped on me over the years as a direct result of my art. The people that I don't like don't exist to me anymore. This is the one venue that I have felt that I had a willing audience and some human contact, then I get shat on elsewhere. I guess I should just treat it like it didn't happen. Everyone's so fucking nice to my face and then I hear this behind my back crap. It just pisses me off. There are many people that love me, and support me, but sometimes it's not enough to get past the rest of the hostility and misunderstanding. Coyote once said: It's not that people don't like you, Robbi, it's that they don't understand you. I so desperately want to be understood. I give a shit about the Rangers, the Greeters, the Man builders, the DPW of course, christ even the Gate/Perimeter I defend. I do more gawdamn rangering while on my rounds than I EVER did in beige. My wonderful boss has given me the necessities to do my job, but I get the strong feeling the LLC wants me and my issue to just go the fuck away. I get that feeling a lot, and I wish it was my imagination. I don't know how to make friends, and moving around a lot as I have for the last 10 years has really been hard on me. I just moved here from the loneliness of Oregon, because I wanted to be closer to the BM community, and I really don't have anything to do except job hunt. Have I even been to SF yet? No, nobody has given me the invite. Rodent said it best: I'm invisible until I'm engaged in conversation. I really do have a lot going for me, and I make a terrific friend. I'm like a cat in that way. I'm also an intensely sexual person, but again, alienated into a corner. Let's see what the good news is tomorrow about the job. You know the only time I was engaged in conversation on-playa about something other than my project was by Metric two years ago? Why doesn't people engage me in conversation about something other than shit? I guess it's because I have relentlessly walked this careful line, to make sure that I earn my keep. I treat it not only like my art but my job. I take it very seriously, but if people are ceasing to take me seriously because of my relentlessness, I'm not doing my job. It's very hard for me to make friends anyway, on a good day, in fair weather, and here I'm a fucking volunteer coordinator and it's fucking insane how gawdamn difficult it is to get the job done. And I know everyone works hard, and has their art, and I'm not the fucking end-all that I market myself as. I crack wise about being self-important. I really don't know. I love what I do, that's why it never bores me, not ever. It's my "trip" so if you don't like if, try not to disrespect it. It's probably as creatively enveloping as the Contraption, only mine is people-art rather than machining. It's like most of my time is recruiting and working. I need those chill-spaces like BDC & WB, and a safe home to come home to with the BB and Terminal City. You can't start to imagine how important this is. Still, it's no wonder people shy away from me. I've effectively made myself an unlikeable person by being viewed as a fanatic. SO...talk to me about something that interests you. I probably can participate. I had a wonderful conversation yesterday with an old friend that I hadn't talked to for 20 years, and we talked about sudoku, the creative process, poetry, hawaiian music, california water politics and peak oil. Ok, so I don't spend any time on the Politics thread, mostly because I'm a lazy fuck and I don't live on-line, and I divorced a political geek and then got into a relationship with another political geek, and then had a lengthy phone-sex relationship with yet another political geek. I'm kind of done with it. And yes I know we're fucking doomed, but I really don't give a shit who's going to kill me, his name or what kind of weaponry. I'm fucked, that's what's important to me. Now how to I avoid this is my concern. I want to get employed so I can fucking relax again, get my own place and fucking get on with my life. I don't like where I'm living because I can't fully relax. I'm not being a very good grown-up right now, and it's all the more stressful because I have nobody to really talk to but my cat. It's scary in my head sometimes, so it's probably good that I try to be a good taoist. I want to be fucking held, and I don't know how to fix this. So the one area of my life that I can look at with confidence and pride is at the same time alienating and distancing me from the very community I'm trying to help. I'm feeling sorry for myself, sure, but I've been silent for a very long time, basically because I didn't want to show myself for being stupid or hurting anyone's feelings. So I just keep hurting myself by being "safe". Cripes, I can't even comfortably sit in the Bar anymore because I believe I've said too many wrong things there while intoxicated. I'm fragile, too fragile, it kind of frightens people I guess. It's fear of punishment. So I stay silent and hide further and self-medicate. Hurt myself by talking, hurt myself by being quiet. Now I have my 2nd interview tomorrow, and I am going to try to get my emotional shit together today. I've been working in the yard, and someday, hopefully before it gets too hot, I'll have all the weeds whacked. Other things that I've been stressed out about is that I'm 30# overweight, and not fucking delighted about it. I've gotten off wheat for 2 weeks now, but because I'm depressed from loneliness I drink beer. There ya go. I can't even smoke as much as I'd like because of where I live. I've become a closet smoker. And don't get me started about missing green. I just need a fucking break. But if anyone shits on my art, I WILL be ugly, and I make no fucking excuses about it, and I fully expect an apology because that means respect. That's the fucking minimum I need to just get through the day. I spent a lot of money yesterday, so I'm staying away from the bar today. I don't need the calories anyway. I'm not going to go away, not unless I'm fucking pushed away. I've been dissed by bigger assholes that were more creative. How's that for a core dump? Thanks for listening.

FUCK Robbi we love you. I wish I had a job to offer you.
I always look forward to seeing you fuck.

Who's ass do we need to kick?

[robbidobbs]

Fuckin thanks guys.

Edited to get the muthafuckin FUCK in there.

[Box Burner]

((((((((((((robbidobbs)))))))))))))

you are fucking awesome. Love you.

[Rolan Headon]

Truly great vent, robbi...i'm impressed. Fuck the fucks anyway. Ya know, anyone who is into putting us down, fuck them anyway. Relative ego elevation, feeling bigger than someone just "belittled' is an unwholesome way to reach for self-esteem (and yet so common, we all do it sometimes)
yeah, fuck anyone who puts us down without something cogent to say

[Box Burner]

Fuck

gonna cost $1200 to fix my car. guess it don't get fixed.

[LeChatNoir]

Fuck

gonna cost $1200 to fix my car. guess it don't get fixed.

Fuck... I just had to cough up a bunch to fix my truck too. Then it still makes the noise it was making before throwing money at it. Fuck... Needed to have the front brakes fixed anyways, I guess.

Yeah... if you can do without it, try and save up or maybe find another vehicle?

[LeChatNoir]

Fuckin thanks guys.

Edited to get the muthafuckin FUCK in there.

What the Fuckin' Fuck?!?!

That makes three of my friends (who are all bitchin', smokin', rockin' ladies) that are in a somewhat similar situation. This ain't fuckin' right.

Fuck robbi... I know it's only a sentiment sent through the wires, but I think you're awesome and have always admired how you really believe in your workart/artwork.

[robbidobbs]

Fuck, I got the fucking muthafukkin JOB!
Damn.
And they're ok with me disappearing for 2 weeks.
Fucking Damn.
And they gave me pretty much what I asked for.
Muthafukkin Damn.

Thank you all again for letting me core dump yesterday.

And here's another Fuck for good measure.

Sorry to hear about your vehicle BB. Cars are fucking expensive.

[mdmf007]

Fuck Fuck FUCkFUCK!

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

[ibdave]

Fuck, I got the fucking muthafukkin JOB!
Damn.
And they're ok with me disappearing for 2 weeks.
Fucking Damn.
And they gave me pretty much what I asked for.
Muthafukkin Damn.

FUCKIN A robbidobbs, yea yea fucking yea for you.......