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Originally Posted by antiworst:

Lacy hobbling. No Shields. Let's not give Revis the Sherman treatment.

I don't really want to get into a pissing match with you Blair Kiel, but that last paragraph is pure BS and you know it. You lurk in the game threads and POUNCE whenever someone even suggests something that isn't all butterflies and kisses. I understand getting pissed off at the people who only show up when the Packers are losing, but I would bet they aren't even Packer fans to begin with.

But you like to lump everyone into the same pile and start with the "whiner", "piss pants", etc. sophomoric name calling if someone even questions a play call. To be honest, you're the worst kind of fan. You seem to want to accept anything that is in front of you and expect others to do as well, almost like Cubs fans. I prefer fans that demand the best. Fans of a team are like family...we can denounce them, but don't let fans of other teams do it.  

 

So now you're now proclaiming that the games really don't matter, that you have a happy life, and question other people's "mental state of happiness"? Jesus Christ, BK, you started a goddamned THREAD on it! https://packers.timesfour.com/t...elp-blair-understand 

 

Your obsession isn't with the Packers...your obsessed with being right. I would rather question a call/play and be proven wrong because my team came back and won the game. You, on the other hand, really don't care if the Packers win. You just want to be able to say, "I told you so!" That's what you're obsessed with.

 

But now since we're on a 3 game losing streak, you want to take on this "it really doesn't matter that much to me since I have a life and none of you do" persona? Really? Sorry, you don't get to do that. Just because you haven't gotten an "I told you so" moment in a month doesn't allow you to all of a sudden pretend you don't give a schit.

 

I, like other Packer fans on this board, watch the Packers because it's 3 1/2 hours of watching your team play and to have some bragging rights with co-workers, family, and friends. Most of us, if not all, have "lives" outside of the Green Bay Packers. The difference is we're upset that our team isn't winning. YOU'RE upset because YOU aren't winning.

 

BTW, you're right about Newhouse. He sucks. Have a good day.

Originally Posted by antiworst:

Really Rusty, enjoy the game.

What do I have to be ashamed of, Henry? I remember everything, I think, including why this started. Read this, and tell me if I'm missing anything. I have nothing to hide, or be ashamed about, and if I miss a detail, I have no problem admitting to whatever it is you think I've done. 

Somebody asked me to design and host a simple website for a friend of hers that died when she was young. I did what she asked. The name of the lady that asked me for help is Elise. And the name of the lady that died was Dorothy Stratten. I've developed and/or hosted 20 + sites in total since teaching myself HTML and CSS. It was a job, with the only key difference being that I didn't charge her, where I did my other clients (save one, who I was dating at the time). Why? Because both the lady that asked me to design the site, and the person the site was dedicated to, were abused by their husbands. To me, a man that abuses a woman verbally, physically, sexually, emotionally...in any way, be it their wife, their fiancee or girlfriend, their sister, their daughter, or somebody that just met at a party, or walking across a college campus at night, is a scum bag. Rapists and abusers belong with the murderers, and while I may be limited in how I can stand up to them physically, I look for other ways to help wherever I can. Not only is it important to help these women that have been abused to survive, but I feel that it's also important that they women see there are men who aren't like that. What might seem to be common sense to people like us really isn't to somebody that's been beaten by a person they've loved. 

The site Elise and the other members had been using was being bombarded by robots, and advertisements/spam. It was one of the first generation forums, where a topic tree simply opened more with each new post. There were also a few people that were just there to cause trouble, and there was no way to ban somebody from the site. They wanted a php based forum, which I could do for them. So, I did it. I volunteered to host the site-it only costs me a few extra bucks a month on my existing web hosting plan, and if I wanted to, I could write the costs off. The phpbb forum software is a free download, and the slight template customization done to the site I did in my spare time. 

 

Because this woman was Dorothy Stratten, a Playboy Playmate that was murdered by her estranged husband, you guys made the leap in logic that I had a thing for dead women, which is so ridiculous, it's not worth even acknowledging most of the time. Well, we had a Miss Times Four thread here, and all sorts of women were nominated, as was the case every year for a while. Some of them porn stars. Some of them sisters, or cousins of other members, many of them models, or famous actresses-all of the women beautiful. I thought Dorothy was beautiful. I still do. Her taking her clothes off has nothing to do with it. Her being dead has nothing to do with it. If she were a B movie actress living in Brooklyn, I'd have nominated her just the same. I'd been working on the forum, and an image gallery for the site, and when I had a chance to look at her pictures, she was beautiful. I have never understood why appreciating somebody that was no longer living makes a person sick. It's different altogether if a person obsesses over that person, but that's more a personality issue. Mark David Chapman obsessed about John Lennon before he killed him.

 

I can put on an old movie, and if I see Greta Garbo, or Betty Grable, Rita Hayworth or Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe or Lana Turner, I will appreciate their beauty. I love motion pictures, and if I see one of them in an old black and white classic, I'll be mesmerized for a moment, just as any man was back when the movies came out. Then I'll go back to whatever I was doing. When Raquel Welch and Sophia Loren pass, we shouldn't just forget about them, should we? No. Other ladies that had passed away were nominated for Ms. Times Four, too, in the past, and that same year, if I remember correctly. Audrey Hepburn. Ingrid Bergman. Elizabeth Taylor. None of the people that nominated them were called freaks, or sickos, because they weren't. Neither am I. I'm no different than any of you guys. I'm really not. Why on Earth would I want to devote my time to somebody that that was no longer here when there are so many unbelievably beautiful women that are?

I have done websites for other Playboy models, too. Things just worked out that way. When I was in college, one of my first roommates, Henry, was a photographer. He did weddings primarily, but as is often the case, somebody will know others within the same profession. I met other photographers through him, including a few that did photography for models. We'd throw parties at our apartment, and people would come. While I studied law as an undergraduate student, I wanted something else that I could do, so if I did end up going to law school, I could make money while working towards my JD, and pay off some of my massive student loans at the same time. My photographer friends told me that they made good money shooting for magazines, and model portfolios, and a lot of their clients were going to need sites to host their portfolios. This was the early 90s, the age of the loud and simple websites, with underlined, blinking text, and blinking arrows, and bright, loud colors. Very few people knew how to make sites look any better, and these models wanted to be taken seriously. There was no CSS. People had just figured out that you could organize elements on the screen by using nested tables.  And in talking with these other photogs, it was much easier to refer somebody to a website than carry around a heavy portfolio with hundreds of photographs. If hired, they could bring those in, but to get their foot in the door, if they could email somebody a sneak peek of some different shots from the portfolio-some runway, some fashion. The photogs told me that if I could learn to develop websites, which I did, that I could make some extra money, work as little or as much as I wanted/needed, and I could meet some gorgeous women at the same time. That's how I started meeting and befriending other models, and eventually, several models who shot for, among other publications, Playboy. I signed up on the old site, took a look around to see what they would need, and then did a new site. I've updated the forum software every few months. I've approved new members when they signed up. I booted people on the rare occasion when somebody caused trouble. That's all I do. I also post occasionally to interact with the members. That's really all there is to it. Dorothy died in 1980. There's not a lot of new material coming out. But for those that might see one of the few movies she did, or the movies done about her, if they want a place where they can ask a few questions, this little site offers them a place to do it without worrying about any sick people coming in. Dorothy's work with Playboy is acknowledged, but there's no nudity on the site. I have nothing against it, or nude photography. I subscribed to the magazine for about 5 years, and then just the online site for a few years after that. I never operated under the assumption that I was going to meet and date a Playmate, or a SE model. It was a chance to talk to some beautiful ladies, yes. It was a chance to network. The ladies, by talking to guys, got them to vote for them in certain contests they were involved in. If a Cyber Girl of the Week wanted us to vote for her Hawaiian Tropic shoot to be included in the upcoming annual calendar, we did it. In turn, we talked to them, saw other pictorials they were shooting. In some cases, real friendships were made. These ladies traveled all over the United States to work for different photographers. Occasionally, when they would come into the Metroplex, I'd go out to dinner with one of them. Once I went to a dance club in Dallas. Others I talked to on the phone, and just became friends with them. Occasionally, when one of their friends needed some work done, I did it. 

 

If you guys have a problem with anything I've said here, I can't control that. You're going to think what you want. I'm not going to change what I do, and I'm certainly not ashamed of anything.

Originally Posted by Rusty:
Originally Posted by antiworst:

Really Rusty, enjoy the game.

What do I have to be ashamed of, Henry? I remember everything, I think, including why this started. Read this, and tell me if I'm missing anything. I have nothing to hide, or be ashamed about, and if I miss a detail, I have no problem admitting to whatever it is you think I've done. 

Somebody asked me to design and host a simple website for a friend of hers that died when she was young. I did what she asked. The name of the lady that asked me for help is Elise. And the name of the lady that died was Dorothy Stratten. I've developed and/or hosted 20 + sites in total since teaching myself HTML and CSS. It was a job, with the only key difference being that I didn't charge her, where I did my other clients (save one, who I was dating at the time). Why? Because both the lady that asked me to design the site, and the person the site was dedicated to, were abused by their husbands. To me, a man that abuses a woman verbally, physically, sexually, emotionally...in any way, be it their wife, their fiancee or girlfriend, their sister, their daughter, or somebody that just met at a party, or walking across a college campus at night, is a scum bag. Rapists and abusers belong with the murderers, and while I may be limited in how I can stand up to them physically, I look for other ways to help wherever I can. Not only is it important to help these women that have been abused to survive, but I feel that it's also important that they women see there are men who aren't like that. What might seem to be common sense to people like us really isn't to somebody that's been beaten by a person they've loved. 

The site Elise and the other members had been using was being bombarded by robots, and advertisements/spam. It was one of the first generation forums, where a topic tree simply opened more with each new post. There were also a few people that were just there to cause trouble, and there was no way to ban somebody from the site. They wanted a php based forum, which I could do for them. So, I did it. I volunteered to host the site-it only costs me a few extra bucks a month on my existing web hosting plan, and if I wanted to, I could write the costs off. The phpbb forum software is a free download, and the slight template customization done to the site I did in my spare time. 

 

Because this woman was Dorothy Stratten, a Playboy Playmate that was murdered by her estranged husband, you guys made the leap in logic that I had a thing for dead women, which is so ridiculous, it's not worth even acknowledging most of the time. Well, we had a Miss Times Four thread here, and all sorts of women were nominated, as was the case every year for a while. Some of them porn stars. Some of them sisters, or cousins of other members, many of them models, or famous actresses-all of the women beautiful. I thought Dorothy was beautiful. I still do. Her taking her clothes off has nothing to do with it. Her being dead has nothing to do with it. If she were a B movie actress living in Brooklyn, I'd have nominated her just the same. I'd been working on the forum, and an image gallery for the site, and when I had a chance to look at her pictures, she was beautiful. I have never understood why appreciating somebody that was no longer living makes a person sick. It's different altogether if a person obsesses over that person, but that's more a personality issue. Mark David Chapman obsessed about John Lennon before he killed him.

 

I can put on an old movie, and if I see Greta Garbo, or Betty Grable, Rita Hayworth or Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe or Lana Turner, I will appreciate their beauty. I love motion pictures, and if I see one of them in an old black and white classic, I'll be mesmerized for a moment, just as any man was back when the movies came out. Then I'll go back to whatever I was doing. When Raquel Welch and Sophia Loren pass, we shouldn't just forget about them, should we? No. Other ladies that had passed away were nominated for Ms. Times Four, too, in the past, and that same year, if I remember correctly. Audrey Hepburn. Ingrid Bergman. Elizabeth Taylor. None of the people that nominated them were called freaks, or sickos, because they weren't. Neither am I. I'm no different than any of you guys. I'm really not. Why on Earth would I want to devote my time to somebody that that was no longer here when there are so many unbelievably beautiful women that are?

I have done websites for other Playboy models, too. Things just worked out that way. When I was in college, one of my first roommates, Henry, was a photographer. He did weddings primarily, but as is often the case, somebody will know others within the same profession. I met other photographers through him, including a few that did photography for models. We'd throw parties at our apartment, and people would come. While I studied law as an undergraduate student, I wanted something else that I could do, so if I did end up going to law school, I could make money while working towards my JD, and pay off some of my massive student loans at the same time. My photographer friends told me that they made good money shooting for magazines, and model portfolios, and a lot of their clients were going to need sites to host their portfolios. This was the early 90s, the age of the loud and simple websites, with underlined, blinking text, and blinking arrows, and bright, loud colors. Very few people knew how to make sites look any better, and these models wanted to be taken seriously. There was no CSS. People had just figured out that you could organize elements on the screen by using nested tables.  And in talking with these other photogs, it was much easier to refer somebody to a website than carry around a heavy portfolio with hundreds of photographs. If hired, they could bring those in, but to get their foot in the door, if they could email somebody a sneak peek of some different shots from the portfolio-some runway, some fashion. The photogs told me that if I could learn to develop websites, which I did, that I could make some extra money, work as little or as much as I wanted/needed, and I could meet some gorgeous women at the same time. That's how I started meeting and befriending other models, and eventually, several models who shot for, among other publications, Playboy. I signed up on the old site, took a look around to see what they would need, and then did a new site. I've updated the forum software every few months. I've approved new members when they signed up. I booted people on the rare occasion when somebody caused trouble. That's all I do. I also post occasionally to interact with the members. That's really all there is to it. Dorothy died in 1980. There's not a lot of new material coming out. But for those that might see one of the few movies she did, or the movies done about her, if they want a place where they can ask a few questions, this little site offers them a place to do it without worrying about any sick people coming in. Dorothy's work with Playboy is acknowledged, but there's no nudity on the site. I have nothing against it, or nude photography. I subscribed to the magazine for about 5 years, and then just the online site for a few years after that. I never operated under the assumption that I was going to meet and date a Playmate, or a SE model. It was a chance to talk to some beautiful ladies, yes. It was a chance to network. The ladies, by talking to guys, got them to vote for them in certain contests they were involved in. If a Cyber Girl of the Week wanted us to vote for her Hawaiian Tropic shoot to be included in the upcoming annual calendar, we did it. In turn, we talked to them, saw other pictorials they were shooting. In some cases, real friendships were made. These ladies traveled all over the United States to work for different photographers. Occasionally, when they would come into the Metroplex, I'd go out to dinner with one of them. Once I went to a dance club in Dallas. Others I talked to on the phone, and just became friends with them. Occasionally, when one of their friends needed some work done, I did it. 

 

If you guys have a problem with anything I've said here, I can't control that. You're going to think what you want. I'm not going to change what I do, and I'm certainly not ashamed of anything.

Bandwidth hog.

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