Stocky Jock

(As posted to the Stocky Jock forums and to the Stocky Jock Yahoo Group)

The domain registration for Stocky Jock is due on 12 October 2003.

I've pulled the site down before for temporary bits to upgrade things, rebuild the site after losses, and sporadically out of sheer frustration.

However, this time, it won't be temporary. I rebuilt the site in late July, posted a new gallery (two of Scooter). I made it easier for people to post stories, discuss the site, and made profile management even easier.

Profiles have slowly grown...and there are very sporadic messages on the forums.

No new stories and no new gallery submissions.

I've had several people who want to do galleries they say, then when it comes time to actually do the shoot, they back out. So no new galleries from this end either.

I love Stocky Jock. I truly do. However, I don't see the point of keeping it around and paying the $10 every year for a site that collects dust for 98.5% of the time.

If people really want to see this site stay on the web, there needs to be a flood of new stories/art/galleries/forum chatter.

Today is 29 Sept 2003. Two weeks until I have to renew the site.

Right now, I don't see a reason to renew it. I've done my work on this end to make the site that lots of people visit, but very very few people hold up their end of the deal and do some work to make the site even better.

I feel special...

M: Oh lord...M and I had been talking for a long time. We finally went on a date and it was wonderful. I had a great time and did he. Things were looking great until (drum roll)... his ex asks him back. M still had feelings for his ex (ex dumped M) and then shazam, I'm on the outside as M takes the time to reassess if he wants to go back to him. As of today, quoting M "If I had to make a decision today, I would say there is a good chance of us getting back together."

Pardon me, I need to find the rest of my heart and soul. I think I see some of the pieces over there...wedged in the concrete where they were trampled. *sigh* I actually felt something with M, I really did. It was the first time I'd been with someone and actually felt *good* about it all in a long time.

Weekly update...

It's been one of those weeks....

Tuesday saw my uncle snapping and killing his next door neighbour.

Wednesday saw a school shooting about 10 miles west of here.

Today, I found out I tore the LCL in my left knee. I see the orthopedic clinic on Tuesday.

Oh happy happy.

I may post more later...

Like this is a shocker...

ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 6% of the total population.

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Dare I ask?

Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal.

News Update #2...

Jonesboro Sun Newspaper story

KAIT TV8 (Updated Story)


What follows is the latest news I have from my family... It is 2nd hand information as was relayed to me. Reader beware...

Apparently, Murle had been threatened by the farmer several times and Murl was afraid of him
Apparenly the famer has come to Murle's house drunk several times and gotten into it
Murle had been carrying a gun around the yard even because he was unsure of the guy

The state had bought the house and part of the property for the new road,
Murl then bought the house back from the state.
He contracted to move it back to the old homestead spot and it had to be done by Oct 1.
Murl had been putting a road in, not sure where or if it was on the farmers property
It got surveyed too.

There would be a frontage road built also and that would take alot of the farmers property too, besides what the state already bought

With Murl's house down there the frontage road would be a must.
Of course the farmer might have thought that Murl was bought out and would not have to worry about this now
But that is not what happened. Murl decided to move the house


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Well, at least this horrible incident is starting to make a bit more sense. I still can't understand it...but it makes more sense.

*shakes his head*

News update

Two Men Dead in Land Dispute

The sad and very distressing part of this story.

Murle Lamb is my uncle.

My thoughts and prayers are with the Reithemeyer family as well as my own.

What would drive a man to do something like this?

Mabon rituals...

I'm planning a Mabon ritual for a few friends in a wooded area near a river...

I have a rough ritual laid out in my head, but I'm asking any fellow Wiccans reading this for any ideas or suggestions...

Blessed Be!

Bosses..and job changes

Okay...so I put in a 10 hour day yesterday and get left with the responsibility of closing our department properly. Okay, my supervisor says if we are deducted for more than 20 points, we're all coming in at 6am to learn how to do it right. He'd ideally be quite pleased with a deduction of 12 or less points.

The regular closer was stuck doing electronic learning modules during most of the close, so I was doing it along with Kevin (WOOF! He will be posing for Stocky Jock soon.) Kevin broke his ankle last week and is on crutches. He is about as useful as a tit on a boar in terms of getting product down and making sure all the shelves are full. I did the vast majority of the close to the point of cleaning up what the regular closer had supposedly done.

I got in to work at 2:45pm. We'd only been deducted 9 points. Eight points is the acceptable threshold. Nine or more is considered a "failed" close. Randy, my supervisor, was quite pleased that we'd only been docked 9 points and wrote up employee recognition forms for us for doing such a good job in a pinch.

Fast forward to 5:15pm. Paul D., the store manager shows up in our department and proceeds to rip me a new asshole about how we have to do a better job with closing and how failing a close is not acceptable. I looked at him and asked him how many points we'd been docked the night before.

"I don't know and it's not important."

"How many points Paul?" I asked again.

"I don't know..."

"Nine. I closed last night. I had a half person to help. My closing person was Kevin, who is on crutches. I've never closed before."

"You still failed. It's not acceptable. All you guys do is make excuses for why you keep failing..."

At that point, I just smiled and nodded occasionally. I was about 30 seconds from taking the lil handheld scanner jobbie and shoving it down his throat. I know I would have gotten a hand from several most of our store team.

He has no comprehension of how to reward or encourage. All he does is find the negative and rip you for it.

Wednesday, our computer department was number one in the district and region...and 15th in the company for sales volume.

We didn't hear anything about that, no "way to go" or anything. Just more ripping on us because certain parts of our sales numbers were too low.

Management is about making goals. It's done through empowering people and rewarding them for a job well done, while providing coaching on how to do their job well when they fail.

Crushing new hires with a non-stop tirade of negativity is *not* how you build a great team or a great store.

I'm job hunting solely because of the store manager.

I like the rest of the crew and I like my job. I will have to go to our district manager to get anything done. Our numbers are improving daily for the most part and we are hitting most of our targets which makes Paul look good, but it could also help us in getting our voices heard.

I have little faith in the district management. I'm sending out my resume this weekend.

*sigh* It sucks when the top dog at a site/office/job can ruin it all.

So very true...

"Bears ... take [the] frumpy, ordinary image of undemonstrative masculinity and eroticize it. Instead of sexualizing the perfect abs or the biggest bicep, bears look at a mature man's belly and see in it the essence of maleness and the mother lode of their sexual attraction. What women (and, now, the gay men on 'Queer Eye') often do to their men -- clean them up, domesticate them, clothe them properly, groom them, tame them -- is exactly what bears resist."

-- Andrew Sullivan writing at Salon.com, Aug. 1.

Revelations...

I realized today that I rarely get to talk to my friends from school.

I'm living off campus now and working at KVSC and Best Buy that I really don't have that much free time.

My friends still in school are busy with classes and homework which cramps their social time as well.

The net effect is that I rarely get to spend any time with my friends from last year.

It was one of those things that I realized and it hit me hard for some reason.

Health update...

Well, I just got done with a body analysis.

I'm down to 277 pounds from my old high of 303. My body fat percentage is 27.1, lower than the 30-35% that I was expecting.

My new diet is doing well and I feel better after joining a gym and starting to actively take control of my health and body.

My goal is 250 pounds by Labour Day 2004 with a body fat at about 17%.

I can do it.