J. Robert Zimmerman
Not a physicist, but pretty damn cool anyway
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J. Robert Zimmerman
Not a physicist, but pretty damn cool anyway
rache vs the Atheist
"I'm an atheist, looking for a fight."
"I'll be your huckleberry."
"Are you a Christian? I only fight Christians."
"I'm pretty Catholic. Does that count?"
"Perfect! Put up your dukes, bitch!"
"Kay. You start."
"Science can explain everything!"
"Ouch!"
"Take that!"
"Except God."
"Ow!"
"Hurts, don't it?"
"Slut!"
"Your turn."
"Uh...That's my whole argument."
"It is?"
"I'm a scientist! My logic is impenetrable!"
"You can say that again."
Miss Anarchist 2009
They call her Miss Egypt 2006...but a real anarchist like me doesn't give a flying you know what! Where the hell's her burkkah????
Tag Kara: The Video!!
This isn't any sort of great video really, but I haven't promoted porn in awhile and I just like this girl's eyes. They're like the window to the soul and after spending a week cranking out stories about girls with the souls of true sluts...what the hell...here's one right here. I call her "Kara"
My lesser efforts...
I'm kinda sick, pretty sick, but getting better and so just in case it's all in my head (the getting better part, I mean) and I'm really on my death bed, I'm thinking about god and wondering why I never tried to use the "pencil tool" in photoshop before. It's kinda fun!
Everything I need to know, I learned in Sunday School
I drew this picture of God pregnant with the earth.
I drew this picture of God pregnant with the earth.
Your Cow's a Marxist!
Anarchy is alive and well and thanks to capitalism most people don't even realize it! Even the Anarchists can sometimes get a little confused. With Che Gueverra t-shirts selling like hotcakes in third world countries where people think he's just "Jesus with a funny hat?" and PETA recruiting Lydia Gueverra (Castro's grand-daughter, but don't tell Che!) to shove carrots up our collective asses...butts that is, PETA would never harm a real ass...All we can do is wonder, "What would Karl eat?"
Here's Ms. Revolution herself...Ten minutes of fame is a little too much sometimes.
The Rock Star! Che Gueverra...Coming to a t-shirt near you!
And, lest we forget who's really holding down the communist fort...The Anarchist Man of the Year! (the Kim on the left)
My Favorite Martians
The "Apache" shot: Yield: 1.85 Megatons Location: Eniwetok Date: 8.Jul.1956
The "Yeso" shot: Yield: 3 Megatons Location: Christmas Island Date: 10.Jun.1962
Cool Pictures
Some Exceptionally sexy men!
Before there was ever a Bob Dylan, J.Robert Oppenheimer was the heart and soul of American Physics...That's why he got crucified. He's on the left, in case you don't know...The guy on the right is pretty famous too, although I never liked him personally. Earnest O. Lawrence, in case you're wondering.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
We got stuck with Teller while the Russians got Andrei Sakharov (on the left) shown here with "The Beard" ...How much better off we would have been if the Russians had Edward and we could have sat Andrei down with Oppie in 1946. Wow! He was seriously cute!
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A seriously amazing photograph with Stanislaw Ulam on the left (Hottie alert!) my favorite really huge brain, Johnny von Neumann on the right, and that other guy in the middle...you know the one...Richard Feynman! Ouch! I keep this picture next to my bed!
Of the many candid photographs you may have seen of smart men in informal setting, this picture defines "smart" !!
SOL is down...down...down
That sucks! I have Tag Erin: Chapter 3 "What a Slut Does" ready to go up, as well as "Runaway Dream" chapter 2 and I really, really have to email someone, but I have no idea what the address is for the SOL/Gmail login...Silly me.
Let's post this:
I got my hair cut yesterday. It was really long before, like halfway down my back. I went to Dondee’s Parlor and a bayut cut my hair, that’s a gay guy acting like a girl. All the beauticians are bayuts, anyway, I told her “Don’t cut the front, cause I like it in my face.” But she kept trying to cut my bangs.
I was the ninay at a wedding today, that’s why I got my haircut. I was one of the sponsors, a witness, and there’s four women and four men. So I did that and it was a brownout…no power…and amazingly hot in the church. I was sweating like crazy. I got a little ceramic jewelry box as a gift for being a ninay.
I was sitting at a little store, a tindahan, drinking C2 and this guy greeted me. His name was Gojuso and he’s killed like 10 people. It’s weird being touched by someone who’s killed people. If I wanted someone dead, I’d ask him to do it. He’s really tough.
I watched the first episode of “Kotorsay” today. That means “14” and it’s about a girl who’s 14 years old and has a baby. The ads show two guys chasing her, you know, romantically, and she disappears behind a clothesline looking beautiful and giving them come-hither eyes. When they pull back a hanging sheet, she’s holding a little baby to her breast.
I spent Friday morning in a meeting with Richard Gordon. He’s a Senator and the chairmen of the Red Cross in the Philippines. I had an excuse to wear my nice clothes and all my jewelry. It’s really weird walking around wearing more money than most of the people I see will make in their entire lives.
I hate myself sometimes.
I was buying a new flash drive and an old man was begging me for money. The drive was 1078 pesos and all I had in my purse were thousand peso notes. I smiled apologetically and paid for my drive, when I got my change, 922 pesos, I gave him two pesos and he was happy. I should have given him the twenty.
I called my dad and he was at a golf resort, playing golf.
I am really tired so, I’m not going to say anything else. I just want to sleep mostly.
I thought of a clever pun in church this morning: Children are the fruit of our labor.
rache
Let's post this:
I got my hair cut yesterday. It was really long before, like halfway down my back. I went to Dondee’s Parlor and a bayut cut my hair, that’s a gay guy acting like a girl. All the beauticians are bayuts, anyway, I told her “Don’t cut the front, cause I like it in my face.” But she kept trying to cut my bangs.
I was the ninay at a wedding today, that’s why I got my haircut. I was one of the sponsors, a witness, and there’s four women and four men. So I did that and it was a brownout…no power…and amazingly hot in the church. I was sweating like crazy. I got a little ceramic jewelry box as a gift for being a ninay.
I was sitting at a little store, a tindahan, drinking C2 and this guy greeted me. His name was Gojuso and he’s killed like 10 people. It’s weird being touched by someone who’s killed people. If I wanted someone dead, I’d ask him to do it. He’s really tough.
I watched the first episode of “Kotorsay” today. That means “14” and it’s about a girl who’s 14 years old and has a baby. The ads show two guys chasing her, you know, romantically, and she disappears behind a clothesline looking beautiful and giving them come-hither eyes. When they pull back a hanging sheet, she’s holding a little baby to her breast.
I spent Friday morning in a meeting with Richard Gordon. He’s a Senator and the chairmen of the Red Cross in the Philippines. I had an excuse to wear my nice clothes and all my jewelry. It’s really weird walking around wearing more money than most of the people I see will make in their entire lives.
I hate myself sometimes.
I was buying a new flash drive and an old man was begging me for money. The drive was 1078 pesos and all I had in my purse were thousand peso notes. I smiled apologetically and paid for my drive, when I got my change, 922 pesos, I gave him two pesos and he was happy. I should have given him the twenty.
I called my dad and he was at a golf resort, playing golf.
I am really tired so, I’m not going to say anything else. I just want to sleep mostly.
I thought of a clever pun in church this morning: Children are the fruit of our labor.
rache
Mail Bag
Haven't blogged in awhile...here's some of my emails, just to kiss my ego:
========dare
Message from: Erick C.:
This story has me conflicted. I did not like thefirst chapters where "Dare" was steamrolledinto the bitch mode. However, as the storycontinued to develop and you allowed me to"suspend disbelief" and accept the concept of amixed spirit, it became easier to read and toidentify with the characters.
To me this marks the efforts of a great writter.
Thanks for sharing on SOL.
- Show quoted text -
Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System
Message from: Richard:
While this story is not normally the subjectmatter that I would be interested in, the way youdeveloped the characters or should I say characterkept me interested enough that I wanted to seejust how and where it was going.
So thanks for a story that was interesting andkept me wanting to know more. The mark of a goodwriter.
- Show quoted text -
================
Message from: Dale F.:
I have just finished reading Dare,
It was one of the most moving stories I think Ihave ever read. Some would call me sick but theanimal sex to me was so moving I could not put itdown. The story its self was very moving It almostlet me see things as thay unfolded in my mind. AllI ask it for you to post part 2 as soon as you canand keep up the good work on the other story linesyou have in mind.
A thankful reader
Dale
Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System
========Sorority girl
Message from: Bob:
You are amazing.
That was one of the most original stories I haveever read.
What a mind you have.
- Show quoted text -
======= Mother's little helper
Anonymous to me show details Mar 1
These two stories are scary good. Keep up thegood (and scary) work.
===============
Message from: Saloni:
this story is still better than your firstone.wow!!
i must 'relieve' myself while i read this lastchapter. no woman can resist the temptation....lol
=================
Message from: cuckoldhubby:
WOW!! My wife and I both get so turned on readingyour stories. We have been into family fun for along time and always love a good story to keep uson edge. Keep up the good work!!!
============25 pairs
Message from: philip:
25 Pairs gripped me till the very end... When Iread her fianl letter I could not help but breakdown and cry and cry.
===
Message from: oldsofty:
Wow.
I presume you know what you have here. Anhonest-to-God Sci Fi thriller. Eat your heart out,Michael Crichton.
And it started off so innocently, too. Jen andAmy and Josh were going to perform in one of thosesweet transgender tales you do so well. When Ifinally noticed the creepy music, it was too late,and I was hooked.
The ending? Logically unnecessary, and openedmore plot holes than it closed, but who noticed atthe time when it was dramatically so right?
Your wide-ranging talents continue to astound me.
Old Softy
=====
Anonymous to me show details 8/5/08
I recently started reading some of your storiesand I must admit, they are nice. As of rightnow, I have currently read 14 of your stories,and have liked them all. I would just like tosay, thank you for the good stories.
==============
Dear Rachael,
I finished your chronicle of Sam last night and I just had to write you before I start to read 1.5. Please let me introduce myself first, though. My name is Keith and I'm 59 although most people think I'm around 39- or so they tell me. I have been reading pedo-type stories for about 15 years now and enjoying nonnude Lolita sites for longer than that. I joined Mr Double about a year ago and I discovered asstr.org a few years before that. I have to say that your Sam story is one of my most emotional experiences to date.
I chuckled and laughed, I sighed and I cried. Most of all I was impressed. I know nothing about you, Rachael, and I have to admit I don't recall anything else of yours I may have read before. I'm going to look that up. This genre attracts some perfectly awful authors (I use that term loosely in this case) and also some very gifted ones. You, for example. I appreciate the effort of those guys who apparently skipped all their English classes but, well, better is just better.
I loved "spending" those five days with the smart and sensitive Samantha *oops* Sam, the clueless but normal Josh, the self-assured Monica, the delicate and sweet Angie, Hot, hot Jody and the not-quite-grown-up, funny Kurt. I could go on and on about what made me laugh out loud {'vapid', 'feign', 'lucky guess', ect} but what got me was the last paragraph. I wept. No lie. The whole breakup with Angie really got to me- but that was one of the best paragraphs I have ever read.
Anyway, I have a new word in my vocabulary, "sproing"!
Thanks so much, now on to 1.5!
Love ya, Keith
===========
Hi,
I don't read all your stuff, but I want to thank you for being one of the fe writers that hasn't turned asstr into a total wasteland of twottle!
I've read asstr since 1996, and it's quite frankly gone to shit!
I havn't read your latest stuff that you just posted since I have an ear infection and am tired as fuck, but thought I'd say a thank you for not going to the level that other frequent posters have achieved.
warmest regards,
Ricktwitter
-----------------
And that's some of my email and why I have such a big head that I can't ride elevators.
rache
========dare
Message from: Erick C.:
This story has me conflicted. I did not like thefirst chapters where "Dare" was steamrolledinto the bitch mode. However, as the storycontinued to develop and you allowed me to"suspend disbelief" and accept the concept of amixed spirit, it became easier to read and toidentify with the characters.
To me this marks the efforts of a great writter.
Thanks for sharing on SOL.
- Show quoted text -
Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System
Message from: Richard:
While this story is not normally the subjectmatter that I would be interested in, the way youdeveloped the characters or should I say characterkept me interested enough that I wanted to seejust how and where it was going.
So thanks for a story that was interesting andkept me wanting to know more. The mark of a goodwriter.
- Show quoted text -
================
Message from: Dale F.:
I have just finished reading Dare,
It was one of the most moving stories I think Ihave ever read. Some would call me sick but theanimal sex to me was so moving I could not put itdown. The story its self was very moving It almostlet me see things as thay unfolded in my mind. AllI ask it for you to post part 2 as soon as you canand keep up the good work on the other story linesyou have in mind.
A thankful reader
Dale
Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System
========Sorority girl
Message from: Bob:
You are amazing.
That was one of the most original stories I haveever read.
What a mind you have.
- Show quoted text -
======= Mother's little helper
Anonymous to me show details Mar 1
These two stories are scary good. Keep up thegood (and scary) work.
===============
Message from: Saloni:
this story is still better than your firstone.wow!!
i must 'relieve' myself while i read this lastchapter. no woman can resist the temptation....lol
=================
Message from: cuckoldhubby:
WOW!! My wife and I both get so turned on readingyour stories. We have been into family fun for along time and always love a good story to keep uson edge. Keep up the good work!!!
============25 pairs
Message from: philip:
25 Pairs gripped me till the very end... When Iread her fianl letter I could not help but breakdown and cry and cry.
===
Message from: oldsofty:
Wow.
I presume you know what you have here. Anhonest-to-God Sci Fi thriller. Eat your heart out,Michael Crichton.
And it started off so innocently, too. Jen andAmy and Josh were going to perform in one of thosesweet transgender tales you do so well. When Ifinally noticed the creepy music, it was too late,and I was hooked.
The ending? Logically unnecessary, and openedmore plot holes than it closed, but who noticed atthe time when it was dramatically so right?
Your wide-ranging talents continue to astound me.
Old Softy
=====
Anonymous to me show details 8/5/08
I recently started reading some of your storiesand I must admit, they are nice. As of rightnow, I have currently read 14 of your stories,and have liked them all. I would just like tosay, thank you for the good stories.
==============
Dear Rachael,
I finished your chronicle of Sam last night and I just had to write you before I start to read 1.5. Please let me introduce myself first, though. My name is Keith and I'm 59 although most people think I'm around 39- or so they tell me. I have been reading pedo-type stories for about 15 years now and enjoying nonnude Lolita sites for longer than that. I joined Mr Double about a year ago and I discovered asstr.org a few years before that. I have to say that your Sam story is one of my most emotional experiences to date.
I chuckled and laughed, I sighed and I cried. Most of all I was impressed. I know nothing about you, Rachael, and I have to admit I don't recall anything else of yours I may have read before. I'm going to look that up. This genre attracts some perfectly awful authors (I use that term loosely in this case) and also some very gifted ones. You, for example. I appreciate the effort of those guys who apparently skipped all their English classes but, well, better is just better.
I loved "spending" those five days with the smart and sensitive Samantha *oops* Sam, the clueless but normal Josh, the self-assured Monica, the delicate and sweet Angie, Hot, hot Jody and the not-quite-grown-up, funny Kurt. I could go on and on about what made me laugh out loud {'vapid', 'feign', 'lucky guess', ect} but what got me was the last paragraph. I wept. No lie. The whole breakup with Angie really got to me- but that was one of the best paragraphs I have ever read.
Anyway, I have a new word in my vocabulary, "sproing"!
Thanks so much, now on to 1.5!
Love ya, Keith
===========
Hi,
I don't read all your stuff, but I want to thank you for being one of the fe writers that hasn't turned asstr into a total wasteland of twottle!
I've read asstr since 1996, and it's quite frankly gone to shit!
I havn't read your latest stuff that you just posted since I have an ear infection and am tired as fuck, but thought I'd say a thank you for not going to the level that other frequent posters have achieved.
warmest regards,
Ricktwitter
-----------------
And that's some of my email and why I have such a big head that I can't ride elevators.
rache
People are asking...
I got some emails, some questions from friends, family, and fans. They wonder what I'm doing, what it all means. Especially in light of recent posts by Jais Nereis on SOL. I posted two collections there of older, short fiction and I'll be posting more soon.
People think I'm gone. Like I was supposed to disappear completely and that was never the plan. I've tried to explain that the escape I want is from "rache"... From some aspects of that online persona which I don't like, or I don't necessarily support. Some of those obligations and responsibilities, whether real or imagined. I'm not going away. "rache" is the one who is going to have a much lower profile. The stories are all valid, they still exist and I'll be reposting them over a period of time. Very little really changes in the sense of my creativity and output.
What does change is how I present myself and my stories. I want to be low key with it. I want to avoid a lot of notoriety and fame and this whole circus that enveloped me when I posted as rache. I created a lot of that, I understand. I also let other people influence me too greatly perhaps. I said and did things that aren't really me and so I just want to change that part of who I am online.
Stories will be posted under pen names specific to the story. I have no desire to possess a huge collection like rache did. She had over a hundred stories and that was fun and interesting for awhile, but it becomes a burden as well. I want to not do that anymore. I want to avoid the inevitable distraction of worrying about scores and favorite lists and download numbers. I want to be a little more closeted and closed. Not reclusive or remote, but just less of a gimmick, you know?
Thanks!
People think I'm gone. Like I was supposed to disappear completely and that was never the plan. I've tried to explain that the escape I want is from "rache"... From some aspects of that online persona which I don't like, or I don't necessarily support. Some of those obligations and responsibilities, whether real or imagined. I'm not going away. "rache" is the one who is going to have a much lower profile. The stories are all valid, they still exist and I'll be reposting them over a period of time. Very little really changes in the sense of my creativity and output.
What does change is how I present myself and my stories. I want to be low key with it. I want to avoid a lot of notoriety and fame and this whole circus that enveloped me when I posted as rache. I created a lot of that, I understand. I also let other people influence me too greatly perhaps. I said and did things that aren't really me and so I just want to change that part of who I am online.
Stories will be posted under pen names specific to the story. I have no desire to possess a huge collection like rache did. She had over a hundred stories and that was fun and interesting for awhile, but it becomes a burden as well. I want to not do that anymore. I want to avoid the inevitable distraction of worrying about scores and favorite lists and download numbers. I want to be a little more closeted and closed. Not reclusive or remote, but just less of a gimmick, you know?
Thanks!
Now Arriving on Track 69: Paris Hilton
"Yeah! I swear! She's up there right now," the girl said.
Ellis was the auburn haired model who was throwing the party, celebrating her first Vogue cover. She was from Idaho or someplace and totally hot, but kind of crazy the way all the new girls are.
"She's been up there all night," Jaan nodded, and he was a serious hottie himself, being a professional surfer from South Africa. I was kinda digging on him, actually.
"What's that?" Ana Barros asked, plopping her brow Brazilian ass down on the loveseat next to me. Her arms went around my waist and then her head and body as well, circling me like a caramel serpent until she was lying down with her tummy against my back.
"Paris Hilton is passed out upstairs," I said, reaching for the girl's thigh and pulling Ana's left knee into my lap so I could play with her.
"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "I slipped her a couple sleeping pills after lunch."
"You did?" Ellis laughed. "I put a couple in her margarita."
"How many?" I wondered.
"I gave her like four," Fernanda said, coming in from the pool now that Ana was with us. "She wanted some coke, so I just opened a bunch of capsules."
"What?" Jaan laughed at her.
"I'm not going to waste coke on her!" Fernanda made a face.
"Three…I think," Ellis answered my question and then shrugged. "I didn't invite her anyway."
"You think she's still alive?" I asked no one in particular.
"What?" Ana looked up at me and we all looked at each other.
"She better not pull a Marilyn at my house!" Ellis frowned.
"Nah," Jaan shook his head. "Somebody woulda noticed probably."
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Just somebody woulda noticed if she wasn't breathing, right?" He grinned at me. "Everybody's been fucking her all day."
"Oh!" I gasped and then laughed at the guy, but he was totally serious too. Paris was getting a seriously long train pulled on her ass because this wasn't a small party. There had to be fifty guys there, easy, maybe a hundred with everybody coming and going like they did.
We were sitting in the pool house, just to get away from all the craziness. By the pool and inside the house, it was all crazy. The music was going, there was a full bar and two bartenders working, someone had brought a limo full of strippers and they were dancing and doing who knows what behind the bushes. There'd been at least one good fight that I'd seen, a couple celebrity DJ's going at it, if you can believe that. A lot of kicking and hair pulling until they got pulled apart and tossed in the pool.
Ana was begging for a fuck, kissing my leg, licking my thigh while her hand massaged my cock through the bikini I was wearing. Fernanda had sat down with Jaan on big bean bag chair and she had her hand under his t-shirt, playing with his nipples just to tease me. If I had Ana, she was going to get my favorite toy.
Ellis looked older, but she was just 15 and she didn't know what she wanted. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but she'd already confessed that she'd never been with another girl. She was curious, but I wasn't going to fuck with her. At least not until I got a lot more drunk than I was. When she moved over to sit on the floor next to me and Ana it was time to move.
"I'm gonna go check on Paris," I decided. My cock was hard as a rock and watching Fernanda sucking Jaan's tongue wasn't making me real happy. I'd brought him, but 'Nana was gonna make him cum and we both knew it. The bitch gave me a little wave without taking her mouth of his.
"What? Don't go!" Ellis whined softly, reaching for my hand as I stood up.
"Stay here," Ana said in her Portuguese accent. "We lock the door, nobody fucking see what we're doing to her."
She was talking about Ellis, of course, and Ana was hot for her. They didn't need me and I just smiled and slipped away.
"Shit!" I laughed when I saw Paris sprawled naked on the bed. She was snoring, so that was good. At least she wasn't dead.
There were a couple dozen unopened condoms on the nightstand and about eight used ones plastered to the woman's stomach and tits. Another dirty rubber was hanging out of her mouth, open end down, of course. Her freshly shaved cunt was raw and pink, with fat, greasy labia splayed lewdly to prove that she'd been fucked numerous times. Not everyone had bothered with protection either. A goopy trail of semen was leaking out of her pussy and a large puddle of fuck juice stained the sheets beneath her ass.
Someone had cum on her face too, a couple someone's maybe, as I climbed on top of her. Hilton's eyes were pasted shut with half-dried sperm and her hair was stiff with it. I fucked my cock inside her easily, hardly feeling a thing and that girl was seriously stretched out! It was going to be awhile before I'd be able to get off. All I was doing was churning up the cum inside her, squishing it out with sploshy fart sounds and that was no good. I hated fucking with a condom on my dick anyway.
She rolled over easy enough and I put the woman on her side, adjusting her legs and smiling to myself as I saw her asshole still looked tight. Apparently nobody had bothered with that hole yet nd I peeled off the condom and leaned into the bitch, grunting with the effort of splitting Hilton's tight little asshole with my cock. She was nice and snug too. Not terribly tight and it was obvious Paris wasn't a stranger to anal sex, but I thought I was the first one in on this particular day, so that was cool.
I fucked into the girl hard, as hard and fast as I could while I held her shoulder and pulled the slut against me. She felt it. Paris was moaning sleepily, not waking up or anything, but probably just dreaming about getting ass fucked by her daddy or something. Sick cunt. I did love fucking her in the butt though. She was hot in there and nice and dry, the friction was awesome as her rectum would clench itself around my cock and suck on it like a baby's mouth. I swear, her ass felt better than a lot of pussy I'd fucked. But maybe that was just because it was hers.
I rode her for a good five minutes before I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I slammed my girlish cock as deep as I could get it, feeling my balls jerk upward with that familiar sensation of spewing a hot load of fresh cum into someone special. I was grinding that bitch, rolling my ass and hips, gyrating lewdly while I played with my tits. I was going to make it last as long as I could. I wanted to fill her bowels with my seed and I was pinching and pulling my thick nipples in an effort to keep those spasms coming.
But of course it was all over much too soon and I finally pulled my softening cock free of Hilton's asshole with a soft, wet plop. I wiped my penis off on her face and then used her hair to finish the job. I made sure her legs stayed the way I wanted, the right leg straight beneath her and the left pulled up high and bent at the knee. The next guy who came along would see the dirty sperm oozing from her asshole and he'd know what to do.
I hoped he had a monster cock.
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