Strattrpt Mr Dave Doing Nothing's blog: "Congratulations, it's a blog"

My opinion on the whole NSFW policy is that it is a great policy. If you don't think that a young child walking through the room should see the pic then mark it as adult. It is not going to block anyone who wants to see it, and it keeps the site classy. I will admit, I have been searching on here for some more women who are classy enough not to WANT to show their privates all over the world, but it is difficult enough either way. The MAIN reason that I agree with the policy is that I have recently had a family with small children move into my home, and I have been unable to use CherryTap while they are here because the children are 5 and 9. I do not want to expose them to the sleasy world that the internet can introduce into the home, and CherryTap was started with the idea of OFFERING the possibility to combine the internet community (Sluts, Prudes, Point Chasers, and hermits alike) to come together and have a place to chat with like minded people (with 500,000 people, everyone can find a friend). I look at it this way, if you were in a Mall, you would not go into Victoria Secrets, put on a thong, and a half-transparent bra and walk around. All I ask is the same respect you give to the other people in the mall -- keep it in the dressing rooms and private areas. I believe that this is the heart of the "NSFW" policy. To all those who feel they have been wisjudged -- in MANY cases you probably have. there are (I am sure) as many prudes who don't want the adult ontent at all as there are those who want to post it. If there are people who are misusing the flagging, then CherryTap officials will take notice. Give them time, they have a lot of work to do with all of the questions they get, and issues they already have to solve. They work hard to keep this site working as it is supposed to, so if you feel your pics are being flagged incorrectly, politely ask a bouncer or two to check them out and let you know what the issue is, or if you can see why it might be flagged, let it slide and move on. Is posting your ass really THAT important? Anyways, that is my two cents -- I am going to post a short bulletin with some of my thoughts. Have fun, keep it clean ... or keep it private ... or don't. It is not that big a deal to me, but I do like to come on here and chat without having to see private photos ... just because of the kids.

To all those who are concerned ... my poetry does not express my true feelings. I use it as a means to rid myself of emotions that I could not otherwise handle. I would not, and DO not do the things that I write (Kinda like Eminem) but I write them to cope. Yes, I may have issues, but if you don't like it, don't read it. If you do like it, and think I support the actions I write about -- get over yourselves cause that is sick (well sometimes ... see "Happy Evening" if you wonder what I mean) As for everyone who understands what I am doing, I thank you, and hope that you enjoy the darker side. I don't live there, I just visit because the words have the power to heal me, and make me a better person. Have a wonderful day, and don't forget to smile -- it is good for your health :-) ----Dave

Thought ... or The Everpresent Pain Oranges are moot When eating elephants Shot with water pistols And the grey bearded pirannahs Are not afraid of the goat That flies by night. And of course, We must never forget that The Stupification factor of five Is ideal for Telekenetic prowess. Think about it and it might ... eventually .. Make some sense... Or it may not becuase this is a train of thought poem Yes, a stream of thought poem I am thinking, And so are you ... now But this train ain't goin' far. Not far at all. As a matter of fact It's sitting on its ass Fallen off the broken tracks, Fallen off the dead mens' backs. I know it makes no sense, But that is the point Isn't it? I thought so before But I was thinking then. I think I may have stopped by now But NO That was a thought So there I go again. I have to quit Because I know there is nothing to say. So look at this poem Flying through the air Like a hawk Or a vulture Flying from my page to your brain Making you think. Stop if you want But I won't I can't I don't want to. So I think on Making everything stupid and everyone dumb... But even the dumb think... I think... So I think I know Because I know I think, Or I think I do at least Or maybe I don't. I don't know. But not knowing leads to thinking, I think Because if you don't know Then you might think you do, Or you might think about it, Or you might forget about it And even forgetting takes thought I think, Or maybe it doesn't. I think about thinking But I don't know And, as you know, Not knowing leads to thought, And thought to writing, Writing to poetry, Poetry to words, Words to music, Music to your ears Loving the sounds And thinking about hearing, So thought leads to thought, In the end. But this is NOT the end ... Though it is coming closer, And it is not the beginning either, Since I began Many ages ago, Or so it seems. This must be the middle, I think. So here we are Stuck in the middle; Always stuck in the middle: In the middle of life, In the middle of death, In the middle of this poem and hence in mid-thought Or mid-word Or mid- ... ... Something ... I don't know... Yet again ... But do I ever know? I don't think so; But there I go, Thinking again. So I must not. Thinking leads to thought And thought leads to thinking So if we don't start Then there will be no need to stop. So I think I won't start. But that was a thought So it is too late for me. It is far, FAR too late For this thought-hungry soul. Save yourselves! Never have a thought and live without care; Or stop now and never start again. It will be easier that way, Believe me ... I have spent a lot of time Thinking it out. (c) 2001 David T. Renner

Well ... my ex-girlfriend is happily back in Rhode Island, and my ex-roommate has moved back in with his re-girlfriend. My friend Terry F. is living in Pittsfield and his car's a piece of junk so he rides his bike a LOT (which keeps him out all the time and nowhere near where I am). My friend Ray has seemingly found the woman of his dreams, and spends all waking hours with her. My friend Chris ran over his toe with a flat full of leather (basically that's about a ton-and-a-half to two tons of leather on a big rolling cart) so he is outa commission for a while -- he got some really good drugs for the pain. My family is all out-of-state (RI, CT -- Connecitcut not Cherry Tap, MD -- actually in Washington DC). All of my other friends are scattered to the four corners of the globe. Now I am alone in a 3 br appartment, and alone at work cause the only person I really work with is Chris, who has not been in to work since Wednesday. I have been trying to make friends on here so that I actually have people to talk to, but everyone here only seems interested in cherry points and trying to get the women on here to take off their clothes and take pictures. I have tried getting in touch with the REALLY old crowd that I still have on my AIM buddy list, but they are scattered with my other friends, and all have jobs and lives that keep them away from their computers most of the time. So after all those people I still have no one to talk to but a blog on Cherrytap. I am really beginning to wonder if I smell really bad or something. I'm really close to being insulted by it all ... but I just keep pluggin and seeing what happens. Hopefully, someone might actually read this and fell bad for me and drop a line or something. If you are thinkin about it, just remember that you might be the only one, so be prepared to have a real conversation or just don't bother (don't worry you won't be the only one not bothering) Well .. I guess I should at least keep trying to find some real people on here who are interested in more than just getting laid or whackin off to a couple of pics. Peace out y'all. Have fun! :-) ----Dave

So ... I went to Wally-world to pick up some stuff -- an oil pan so I can change my oil ... some cereal so I have breakfast in the morning ... some Reece's minis cause I am a Reece's-aholic ... and a watch cause they were on clearance and I need one for work ... you know, the random necessities. N E Ways, I get all the stuff, pay for it (cause I'm a good boy like that) and get in my car. I haven't had a watch in forever, so I was kinda excited (it doesn't take much) so I took it out of the package, and went to set it -- and the setting knob came out. "Damn ... that sux" I'm thinkin .. but i figure it's a work watch and cheap anyways. I get the time right on the analog part, then set the digital and put it on. Since my oil is really old, I sat to let my car warm up, and randomly decided to check out my watch and what do I see? -- the second hand is not moving. So, I get out and go back into the store laughing cause the guy at the door knew I had JUST walked out not three minutes earlier. I joke with him for a second, then go to Customer Service. They send me to the jewelery department, and the woman behind the counter tells me to go get another watch so I can do an exchange. I walk over, and find out that the watch I had was the nicest one there (if it worked) but I pick out the next best one. I get back to the jewelery counter and have to wait while the woman changes a battery for somebody else, and I look to my right and what do I see? -- Christmas ornaments. Not that I really cared, but I thought they looked familiar, so I look at the manufacturer -- and as it turns out, they were made by Mimi Dienne (I think that's how you spell it -- I couldn't see the inscription too well). Funny thing about this is that a few years ago my dad bought out Mimi Dienne's business and he now makes all her stuff. Even funnier than that, I used to work for my dad, and I actually cast a couple hundred thousand of the pieces I was looking at. I laughed, waited for the lady behind the counter to process the exchange and left ... I just thought it was funny that I might have made the ornament that I had been looking at. Doesn't sound so funny now .. especially with the book I just wrote to explain it. If you have made it this far, I applaud your patience and persistance, and thank you for caring enough to actually read about my life, lol. Anyways, I gotta unwrap another one of these Reese's minis, cause I can't stop eating them. Have fun, and drop me a line sometime :-) ----Dave (but you should have known that already)

and I was going to write it here, but I forgot before I woke up, so too bad for all of us. When I remembered what it was, I thought it was pretty funny.

so I was about to head to bed and it occurred to me that the only thing waiting for me there is sleep. Yes, I could use some at this point, but I figured that it will still be waiting when I get there ... so one more ... Roll, Roll, Roll the blunt Pack it full of weed Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane, <> Oops, I rolled a seed ...

Ok ... well I was in the middle of writing something that was going to be as pointless as this and my computer screwed up again. Not that that should come as any surprise, the thing is from 1999. Anyways, I was about to ramble about how I hate my job, then I realized that I don't. Thing is, there is no supervision, and it is physical labor so it is getting me in shape (time for another hole in the belt). My 2 main problems with the job are that I have to be in a building for the number of hours that the bosses require of me, and it is REALLY boring. It does give me a lot of time to think, though ... and that is not necessarily a good thing either. My (now ex-)girlfriend just moved back to Rhode Island and so I was left with a 3 br appartment and just me living here. My friend Dave (yeah, there are too many of us) moved in 'cause he was living in a trailor with almost no insulation and that is really bad for Maine winters -- I figured I would give him a warm place to stay before it got too nasty. He finally started talking to his ex, and now he hasn't been home all week, so once again I am alone in the house. I thought that was really what I wanted in the first place, but I am feeling pretty unloved at this point. Maybe it is the fact that there is no one to talk to at work, and now no one to talk to at home, but I am starting to think I may be going out of my mind. Hold on a sec ... I gotta go check the back of my mind and see if I am there. If you see me before I come back, let me know I am looking for me, and ask me to wait.