This is the last call for comments and bug reports on the new chat! The old browser chat is going away, it will not be kept as an option, so please take a minute or two to try the new chat and make sure that it is functioning correctly on your device. I want your comments now, and not after it is deployed and you go "Oh, but it's not working for me, you ruined my internets forever!!11"'.
So what has changed?
- The avatar pictures on the user list are back. (This was the most requested feature in the previous round.)
- Some profile info (stats, location and introduction) are shown when you click on a user from the list.
- Photo sharing is completed. To share a photo with another chatter, start a conversation with them, then find the photo icon near the top right, and then either click on one of your existing photos, or upload a new one to share it instantly.
- Experimental webcam support. The web-based technologies (that is, those that work without the miasma that is Flash) for video are here, but support for them is spotty. Most notably, the technology will not work with Internet Explorer, and is only available with the newest version of Safari.
- Choose between modern and classic look. If you want the message list without the avatar pictures, click on the cogwheel icon near the top left of the screen and then check "Traditional IRC layout".
- Worked around an issue in iOS Safari that would prevent the message sound from playing properly. I would like to make a note here that developing for any Apple product is hell on Earth.
Last week I started a blog detailing my reasons for beginning a fitness regimen. How did I do in the week that followed?
I have never been a fitness buff. I hated gym class when I was in school and I’ve never taken up team sports or enrolled in regular fitness classes. I have started exercise routines before, only to see them fall away. Just getting me down to a gym, even one that is free and in my own building, was a major undertaking.
I have been to my building’s gym before but the only machines I’d ever used were the ones for cardio; elliptical, treadmill, stationary bike. The Nautilus machine may well have been designed by aliens for all I knew. I hoped someone would come down the first few days to use the Nautilus so that I could spy on them and see what they did. No such luck! Fortunately my partner has gone to the gym regularly over the years so he gave me some pointers, even though he was never much for actual weight training. Of course, I’ve heard from a few guys since then that aren’t all that enamoured with the Nautilus machine and recommend I focus more on free weights instead.
I am proud to say that I went to the gym each weekday last week. I did my usual cardio stuff but I also slowly increased the amount of weight training that I did. One of my extremely fit friends kindly sent me his training routine. I would love to say that I followed it religiously but the first week was a bit of a hybrid and I made a lot of stuff up on the fly. Maybe this coming week will see me follow it a bit more closely.
After posting my first blog, I received a number of encouraging messages. Thanks to those guys! I did, however, worry that I may have inadvertently offended some guys. If any guys with similar or larger builds read the blog and thought I was criticizing them for not looking more buff, I do apologize. I’m not terribly out of shape and I don’t think most guys would say I was fat. I’m my own worst critic and felt I needed to hit the gym to deal with my own insecurities about my body image. I also wanted to address shortcomings I noticed on my recent UK wrestling trip in regards to upper body strength and cardio. While I’m 56, I still have a desire to be competitive or wrestle hard. If I can’t beat guys, I want them to at least say I was in good shape and made them work up a sweat!
I want to remind people that I started this blog for purely selfish reasons. I figured that I would be more successful at staying the course if I made my intentions public.
Monday, January 15:
Weight: 176.5 lbs
Body Fat %: 31.5%
So, Mid March to the end of April, I will suspend my profile for 6 weeks.
The reason? I enrolled in a boxing school. Three sessions a week including jumping rope and finding out what my jaw is made of. At the end of this I'm going to have my first official fight, with a real referee. No lycra will be involved (what??). Back in the land of real fighting.
I am told that I will then be recognised (albeit at a very junior level) by the British Amateur Boxing Association and it'll be my chance to climb the ladder to whatever level this middle aged man can achieve. Or I could be in hospital with a broken jaw. Or dead.
I just have to do this....
It's that time of year again when everything is blanketed in beautiful fluffy white bliss, ahhh.
Yeah, fuk that shit.
I make no secret that I have many wrestling heartthrobs. If I had to choose one, it would be Bob Kirkwood. He's very handsome; he had a beautiful physique; I love his simple yet effective 'blue trunks and black boots' look; and he had a great smile and a presentable personality. But most importantly, unlike many pro wrestlers, he knew how to wrestle, and his wrestling is still a great joy to behold:
I take pride in being quite knowledgeable about the old pro wrestling. So, you can imagine my surprise (and great delight) when I came across the following bout by accident; I hadn't heard of Nelson Royal before. I personally think Nelson (the one in blue trunks) is a beautiful wrestler. How I wish this kind of wrestling still exists today.
This site has undergone some changes in the past 12 months - as a rule of thumb, for the better (layout, intuitive functionality; member verification). There are still some edges to smooth (the challenge feature could do with work, or removing; the irritant of a profile "bubble" to appear at the top of the screen, only to find it's a suspended - or even deleted - account, which happens more often that one might expect) and some features I'd be interested in seeing (some additional functionality with recommendations wouldn't hurt; possibly a match outcome mechanic as well, which would need to be handled like accepting past opponents is, i.e. mutual agreement in order to publish).
One thing I think the site lacks is interaction and connection. Don't get me wrong: it has both to a certain and actually, decent degree; but not at an advanced level. For example, I have been thinking about the idea of setting up a low-key tournament of sorts. It'd have to require minimal management, couldn't (likely) work in the traditional sense (i.e. a group of guys all together, in the same place, at the same time) and of course there are questions like, "Would anyone be interested? And if so, how would we pool them all together to make it feasible?"
One solution to much of this could be to organise a self-service, semi-autonomous "tournament", staggered across a timeframe. Huh? Bear with me. For brevity's sake, I'll number-point what I mean:
1) Interested parties sign up
2) Draws are taken and opponents notified
3) Each pair of opponents arrange a meet up within an agreed timeframe (e.g. 2 weeks perhaps)
4) The winners of each match notify the organiser of the outcome; this is substantiated by corresponding recommendations on each side's profile
5) Repeat steps 2 to 4, until the end of the final, when the winner is crowned tourney champ.
It need not be any more complicated than that. Again, for brevity's sake, what it wouldn't be, or wouldn't entail are things like:
A) The need for getting everyone together in a big old place (at the same time)
B) An audience (though if one is welcomed, that's down to the 2 opponents in each match)
C) Lots of chasing by the organiser (i.e. it's down to the 2 opponents to arrange the match's logistics - date, time, location; rules possibly)
D) Unreasonable delays in arranging and having a match on the part of the competitors
Thinking back to my school/uni days, regardless of the type of tournament or competition, the only thing you really need to get it off the ground is the right amount of interested parties. If you consider a draw table, you need an even number of competitors, usually in divisibles of 8 and 8 being the minimum). So that means, assuming 8 is the required minimum, if you have any more than that, you'd need 16 for the next tier. Of course, that number doubles, but walk before run and all that.
Of course, there's the issue of the rules - what are they? What should and shouldn't be included? Should locations only include mat rooms or a ring, etc. - but first things first.
With that mini brain-dump out there, what interest might there be in putting something fun like this together? I am happy to organise it (need not compete myself, though happy to do so) provided there is interest there - enough of it, and of the genuine kind.
Let me know, chaps.
To the member concerned,
Thanks for doing this video and allowing them to incorrectly label it.
Thanks to your stupidity, respected U.K. members are considering, (or already have) left this site as they don’t want U.K. be associated with what non-wrestlers would see as a “fetish”.
I’m not going to name him - as I’ll be the one who gets punished by moderators - but I wanted to thank him personally for his selfish and ridiculous act.
One of my favourite bouts is Danny Hodge vs Jerry Brisco. I personally think Hodge is a beautiful specimen to behold:
The Big Ranger Gets Tested-------Fightfiction by BamaJDon41
My friend Dave is a Park Ranger. Some would call him a fat man. He might even refer to himself that way. But I know better. Dave is a BIG man with big muscles. He's not a young man but keeps himself in shape. A little under 6' tall and nearly 300 lbs, Dave doesn't back down from any man. Yet every once in a while, some young stud comes along and tries to prove himself. One such stud, Jason from Portland, came around and thought he'd show everyone how much of a man he was.
6' 1" and about 235 lbs of ripped muscle, the 24 year old, blond haired Jason looks hot! Hearing about Ranger Dave's fighting prowess, Jason and his friends are making jackasses of themselves hoping to goad Dave into a confrontation. Dave has had enough, "hey! You guys are going to have to settle down! The other Park visitors don't want to hear your foul language. Show some class!" Jason sneers at the Ranger, "I hear some guys say you're tough. You don't look so tough to me. You want to put that beer keg you call a gut a little closer and I'll show you who deserves some respect, you fat bitch!" Dave stands in front of Jason, "I know your type...always trying to show how tough you are...showing off your biceps to anybody that cares and some who don't. But I'm working now and I'll thank you to respect Park regulations."
Jason and his friends laugh at Dave, "Hahahaha, just what I thought - behind that badge you're just a pussy! A big, fat PUSSY!" Dave steps up to Jason, "I've tried to be respectful, but you obviously want a fight! There's a clearing just beyond those trees. Be there tonight at 9:00 and we can settle this like men." "Sweet!" Jason and his buds are high-fiving, ecstatic that they got just what they wanted.
Ranger Dave returns to his office and sees his friend and co-worker, "Bob, looks like we're going to have a little action tonight." "Oh yeah? How's that? Something to do with that commotion that was going on outside a while ago?" "Yeah, one of those young punks wants to show me how tough he is...called me a fat bitch!" "Ohhhhh, this I got to see! I'm going with you ... back you up. You never know when you might need a hand." Dave was happy to have someone covering his back.
Jason was more than just a loud-mouthed well-muscled punk. He'd had quite a few fights back in Portland and won almost all of them. He'd done some wrestling but mostly just liked to use his muscles to bully his opponents. It was obvious that Ranger Dave was more than twice Jason's age and in a foot race, Dave would have no chance against the young stud. But this would be no foot race. Dave and Bob arrived at the clearing at 9:00. Ten minutes passed before about 7 or 8 young guys showed up, passing a bottle between them and making about as much noise as possible. "Okay, fat man. Let's do this." Jason whipped off his t-shirt and started flexing his ripped muscles for Dave and for his pals. After unbuttoning his uniform shirt the big Ranger moved his suspenders out of the way just long enough to remove his shirt and hand it to Bob. Dave flexed his arms for the punk, "you sure you want this?" Jason grabbed his crotch and responded, "you sure you want this, bitch?" at that, Jason's friends howled with laughter.
Jason starts bouncing around, loosening his arms up, "let's go old-timer." The opponents circle each other, Jason getting his range, tossing jabs before moving in with a hard left that Dave quickly dodges. Dave plants his fist in the middle of Jason's pecs backing the young tough up. "That all you got, fat man? You ain't shit!" Jason manages to land a couple of hard blows to the Ranger's gut. Dave swings a hard right at the young body-builder that misses and leaves him off balance. Jason trips Dave up and shoves him to the ground following with 3 quick hard kicks to the big man's ribs. Dave rolls away in pain and while getting to his feet takes a knee to the face which staggers him. Not wasting any time, Jason plants a hard kick into Dave's big gut. As Dave bends over, Jason grabs him in a headlock. As he squeezes the lawman's face into his well muscled pec the young man taunts, "I knew this was going to be easy but you're just pathetic...a pathetic old pussy!" Jason cranks up the headlock and pounds his right fist into Dave's face before hip-tossing the bigger man down.
"I'm gonna have you begging and squealing like that fat man in that movie, Deliverance. Except I ain't no ugly-ass hillbilly!" With that Jason turns to pose for his pals. With a sneer on his face he turns back to face Dave unaware that the big man has quickly gotten to his feet. Jason's face is met by the Ranger's big right fist with a 'SMACK' square in the jaw. Seeing the young punk dazed, Dave moves in to take advantage. Grabbing Jason by the hair, Dave delivers 5 quick punches to the gut and then easily picks the stud up and bodyslams him to the ground with a 'THUD'. Jason gets his wind taken out by a knee dropped hard into his midsection. The Big Ranger follows that up by straddling his opponent and sending a left, right, left into the reeling young man's face. Big Dave then does some posing of his own over the younger man, "you had enough, BOY?"
"Get your fat, bitch-ass off me!" To that Dave responds with a right to the punk's mouth. "You may not respect me or the law, punk, but you're gonna respect my fists!" Dave let's Jason get to his feet and gets ready for another round. Some of Jason's friends are looking suspiciously like they're about to jump Dave from behind. Bob steps up, "I wouldn't do that boys." Bob pats the holster holding his sidearm and the guys back down.
Jason gets up knowing that he's taken more damaging hits than he ever imagined and he's got to turn this fight around quick! He throws a couple of hard kicks at Dave's left thigh and one at his left arm. Dave throws a right that misses and then takes a fist to the balls from Jason. "Yeah, now we're talking, fat pussy!" Quickly Jason lands a series of blows to the side of Dave's head and then kicks the big man in the ass. The big Ranger stumbles to the ground and gets stunned by a foot to the face. The young body-builder grabs the opportunity to put his foot on the big man's chest. "Yeah, bitch! Check these biceps out! I bet you never saw abs and pecs like mine out here in the sticks!" Jason flexes his well cut physique for the big man under his foot. "You ready to squeal for me, fat pig? Squeal real good and maybe I'll let you suck my dick before I knock you the fuck out. Come on, Gramps... SQUEAL!"
While Dave is admiring the view of the young stud, he's a long way from getting knocked out. As the younger man's ego is getting the better of him, Dave is recovering from the ball shot and has plans of his own. As Jason sits down on the big man's belly, he runs his hands over his opponents remarkably firm pecs. "Your pecs aren't half bad, for a FAT OLD PIG!" With that final insult Dave bucks up and throws the young stud off to the side. Dave gets up first and lands a haymaker right in the rising Jason's face which almost knocks the young man out. Quickly, Dave wraps up the muscle man in a crushing bearhug, trapping his opponents arms. Jason has never felt a bearhug like this before. "What's that you were saying...about an old fat PIG?" on the word pig, Dave ramps up the pressure. "Talk to me now, PUNK! Talk to me! You gonna make me SQUEAL?" Dave squeezes tighter bringing out what sounds like a squeal from his victim..."EEEEAAAAHHHHUUH." "Who's a bitch now, HUH? My PECS still feel good to ya?" Jason tries to flex his way out of the bearhug but finds himself outmatched, outmuscled and overpowered. Finally exhausted, Jason has nothing to say now...all he can do is groan in the big man's arms.
Jason's friends are astonished at what they've witnessed. They'd never seen the muscular young stud handled like that. Big Dave sees their reaction and gives them a show. With his opponent all but out on his feet, the big man lifts him on to his shoulders and with a loud grunt hoists the muscle man over his head in a gorilla press! Dave ROARS, "YEAH, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, BOYS?" While holding Jason over his head, Dave asks the beaten man, "YOU GIVE, COCKSUCKER?" Jason can only moan out an affirmative. Dropping the young muscle stud on the ground, the big Ranger proceeds to slip off his suspenders and then drop his pants and briefs. Big Dave is hard...rock hard as he stands over his defeated opponent. He puts a foot on the young muscleman and flexes his guns as he lets out a 'RRRROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR.'
"Okay, cocksucker...time to suck MY dick. You give me any trouble and I'm gonna hurt ya." Dave raises his fist to emphasize the point. Jason's compliance prompts Dave to flex his pecs over the beaten man and then take a seat on Jason's face. As Jason's friends begin to shuffle off into the night, Bob goes over, raises Dave's hand in victory and heads out. Alone with his prize, Dave slides his rock hard, beer-can cock in and begins to fuck Jason's fine mouth with all his considerable might. Inspired by the muscular physique of the young body builder, the big Ranger's fucking reaches new heights. As Big Dave plays with Jason's beautiful pecs, the younger man gives in to the pleasure of his defeat. In between moans, Dave says to the young man, "ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful relationship, mmmmmmmmm."