More Missed Shit

I’m in the process of updating blackstreetbbw right now, but I HAD to post this right now just to vent steam.
I went out to McDonald’s and saw a hot bbw. I did manage to capture her on film, and she was the best woman of the day, so I have reason to not kill myself. On my way home I saw a really good woman. She wasn’t worth dying for, but she was something where if I didn’t get her on tape I’d need to be mad. I got her on tape, except for the best part! What happened? Camera battery too low! The camera battery went out on me just thirty seconds too early! causing me to miss the best part! That was the only part I wanted too. Why did it go out? Well, it’s partially my fault. I’ve been telling myself that I need to just charge the damn camera beginning as soon as I get home, and not just go out with it almost charged all the way up when I come home but didn’t really use it. Almost isn’t good enough when your camera has a fucking 45 minute battery life. But no, I just didn’t want to learn, even though I’d recently lost a lot of good footage due to a dead battery. Well, I’m charging the battery right now, that’s for sure! I ran the battery a really long time in that McDonald’s because I saw the woman turn to the restrooms. I watched the video later to make sure I wasn’t crazy. Nope. She turned to the McDonald’s restroom. So… unless she was stuck in there taking a shit, I missed her coming out somewhere, which sucks because I spent all my remaining battery life almost, staying in a constant state of readiness so I could catch her on our way out.

Well, after missing the best of the first woman, I thought I could make it up to myself and make things better by going out to that same McDonald’s again. Maybe I’d get another chance. I did, and this time it was even worse. The camera battery was all charged up, but it fucking went out on me! Why did it go out? I have no idea! I got about a quarter second of footage before it stopped! I had the camera up in the air the whole time, videotaping a hot downblouse of a girl that was all over the counter and all over the place, eating french fries while waiting for the last of her big meal of food. That was going to be the absolute movinest downblouse I EVER taped. Lot’s of jiggling there and great angle. I thought I was making history, but instead I was making shit. I looked at the cam after I was done taping and saw the “Ready” light was on. That means it wasn’t recording!!!! But I checked the footage when I got home to make sure I wasn’t crazy, and I DID hit the record button! It just stopped recording for some reason! But the camera still works! WHY?!

Blackstreetbbw’s First Out of State Trip is Finally Official: I’ll be Videotaping Black Street BBWs in Washington, D.C.!

You read the post about the failed attempt, but now it’s happening! I’m Going to D.C.!

It’s finally official! blackstreetbbw’s going to finally feature some candid thickie videos from outside of good ‘ol Virginia! Anywhere outside of the group of clustered cities that make up the area I live, work and shoot in would be good and count as a trip, but I’m going all the way to DC, just barely making it completely out of the state so I can say I’ll have some out-of-state candids! I’m finally getting out of VA to tape some black women from other places! Yeah! I have a college graduation to go to, but some stuff happened with my income and all, and for a while it really didn’t look like I’d be able to go, but now I’m finally leaving- and soon! I’ll be getting on the bus and heading up to the District of Columbia to spend quality time with family- and hopefully come back with a few quality bbw videos!
And by the way, I just got my brand new camera if you didn’t know already, so I’ll be using that. Got that thing right on time! Oh yeah! Now I know I definately need to make the trip to Virginia Beach I’d been trying to make but unsuccessful at! The weather just hasn’t seemed to be wanting me to make it out there to VA Beach (I won’t be going to the beach out there in that city yet though! Just the stores, like the Wal-Mart and mall. Sorry.)The weather looks like it’s trying to improve, so I think- no- I know I’m going to get on that bus and shoot my candid bbw videos in Virginia Beach, because I need that as a practice run. I need to get out of my normal area and shoot some practice candids, otherwise I’ll be trying to learn how to use the camera in the foreign environment that’ll be D.C., and be trying to do it in the presence of family members without getting caught by anyone! I’ve got to get this practice run in! The weather better cooperate!

Missed the Inauguration, and the Associated BBW Candid Camera Filming Opportunities

The fact that I am able to write this here now means that so fat I am not going to be able to accomplish all of my goals for my website, good ‘ol blackstreetbbw.com because I am not in D.C. right now:( .
I was not able to get my money together in time to make the trip. I can only wonder now what kind of candid bbw videos I could have made while I was there, and I got to not be there when history was made. Wasn’t even able to catch it on tv. Isn’t that sad?

Oh well. There were other things I had planned for this year, and some I didn’t, and even though I’m behind schedule and haven’t updated this blog enough, at least I still have plenty of time to accomplish the other stuff on the list, including out of town trips.

One good thing that’ll be happening on blackstreetbbw soon: really cool stuff coming for the Bonus Section! Yeah!

Xmas Candid Video Trip: Black Street BBWs ’09!

Part of the future of

Blackstreetbbw.com!!

You may have read My Plans for Blackstreetbbw in ’09. Well, if you want to read the rest of this entry, it’s below all my pics down at the bottom. Read that before you ask why these vids like this aren’t up now.
Each pic opens the gallery of pictures so you can scroll through it! (Scroll right if an ad appears and gets in the way at first.) Pregnant pics in the lower gallery

You may have noticed that I’ve been holding the new ‘dangercam’ videos back. There are two reasons for that. First off, as you might know, when I post updates to Blackstreetbbw.com, I go through all the update folders I have stored on my hard drives and post the oldest unposted one as the update. I have a lot of stuff that you can’t afford, or bear, to miss, so that will not be skipped. I learn something new about what I do with almost every update, so if I post in this way the site will improve with almost every update, and not just get bigger. Speaking of updates, if you’re wondering where the next one on the site is, read here. The other reason you have to wait for the new camera videos is that the site’s existing videos that used this camera were all edited using a different computer. The computer and editing program I have now HATE that camera. My video editor crashed over 20 times just trying to make these screencaps, so imagine if I tried[again] to make a video? Can’t do that right now or my computer will blow up. If anyone can help me get a free or very cheap video editor I can use that would help a lot, but at least I have lots of time to find one before it’s time to post these vids. One other thing: some of the unposted ‘dangercam’ vids are 640×480 with much better picture quality than these!
One other thing that’s getting in the way, and also causing me to update the blog more heavily than the website it was designed to promote- promotion! I need money and new members more than you might think right now, so I’m working my butt off trying to promote blackstreetbbw. Kudos to a blogger and a Yahoo!er who posted links to me without my asking just recently. If anyone else wants to do that, or wants to do a link trade, Contact me!

YAY! 99th post!

Another Trip, [NOT] Another Adventure

Well I just finished a bbw filming-without-permission trip to Virginia Beach for blackstreetbbw.com, and I got to say that this trip was a little less eventful than the others, although I did see a little wierdness on the bus on the way there.
It still had it’s moments starting with this nasty white fat lady I saw when I got to the Wal-Mart (a bUw!).

Have you ever seen this?
The woman was outside washing herself with her own spit in from of a trash can. And not clean spit either. Nasty mucous sounding spit. Her knockers must’ve been filthy to deserve the treatment she was giving them, and for them to actually be getting clean from this process! “HhhAAACcKk!! Ptooie!” Then she used what she’d just spat out onto a napkin to reach into her big Kool-Aid-Man red t-shirt and wash her breasts! Yuck! Wouldn’t want to handle those!

 Event Two: I hit Wal-Mart out there for the second time, thinking maybe there’d be some bbw there this time around. Things’d been hot at the mall, but the best women had already left. Plus, I wa kind of hoping that some of them had left for Wal-mart. There was this one woman in there that was really hot, but I was thinking like ‘I bet she’s not going to Wal-Mart. With my luck, this woman right there with the way smaller breasts is going there.’ I was actually right on that. Exactly right. Too bad. I also thought the assoicate there that officially put the ‘ass’ in ASSociate would be on the clock as [seemed]always. I was right on that point too. And on a third point: taping her today would be overshooting her.
I already knew I’d been creeping her out with my saturday appearances. I knew that from the last time I’d gone there and had the audacity to get in her checkout line. She helped all the customers before me, but called a male associate over while she was doing it. When he asked her why she needed him she replied something like “Do I really need to tell you?”, and turned her register over to him when she’d gotten through the customers to me. Then she went and ‘hid’ behind her girlfriend at the next register, like she could hide her big behind. The guy was totally professional with me, rung me up, and then the girl took her register back from him (I’m almost positive ’cause I saw her walk right back, but I didn’t want to look too obvious looking back like that so I stopped short of finding out for certain.). But yeah, that’s what happened last week.
What happened involving this big booty beauty this week was I was trying to get a dangercam video out of her, and I was like ‘this has to be my last video of her because I’ve clearly overshot her’ [my personal definition of overshoot: To videotape a girl knowing full well she’s on to me and is about to say something or take some other kind of action.] I knew better than to get in her line, so I got in the next line over, the one that’d give me the rear- and superior- view anyway. Then the video got ruined by one of AOL’s official hated grocery shoppers: the person who will not move their cart up so the people behind them can get their groceries on the belt. Or in my case, get thier body into prime shooting position. Booty girl’d seen me there using her paranoia skill,so I really need the bitch in front of me to move her shit, but she wouldn’t, and I was in no real spot to try and ask or make her. Didn’t want to make noise or my plans any more obvious.

Booty girl got on the intercom and called for a manager at her register. I knew I was running out of time, and the woman in front of me would not move. I’m thinking ‘Once that red coat gets here, I’m gonna have to run, vid or no vid.’ Of course, the dangercam was running hot the whole time, so technically I did have a vid, and I was able to move up a little at the last second as she simultaneously moved that behind out a little further where I could see it a little better. Two things came together there, but two staff members also came together there, and she explained some kind of thing about me to the red coat woman who showed up quickly for her. That woman took booty girl’s mic and called a real manager over to the line number of the lane I was in, not the ASSociate’s line, so I was pretty sure I was in trouble. Sensing that, I moved to the next line, and the red coat got back on to and altered the lane number in the request accordingly. Time to split! But how to get out with my needed lithium dangercam batteries?

 Aha! I’ll buy them in electronics and then get the hell out of here and not come back. Had to watch my back though; it’s a good thing I did, because the woman realized I was trying to escape and didn’t have time to wait for the big guy, so she took matters into her own hands and gave chase. I knew I’d have to ditch her or the batteries, so I chose to lose her instead and lost her by aisle-weaving my way to the electronics area. I think she made another call on her walkie talkie saying I was on the move before I did. I got my batteries though, and got my ass out of walmart. Safely. Good.

   Rather than make another blog post, I’d like to just add this final update sighting of her here. I saw her again the next week wanted to try this dangercam 640 video thing one more time by making a quickie. I would turn it on and just walk past her. One good passby and then never tape her again. Unfortunately my cover was already blown because I’d passed by her before on my way in the store where we discovered each other in the first place for that day. By the time I came back around to make the vid, trouble was already ready. She and the man who’d ‘rescued’ her from me two weeks prior looked at me extremely discreetly as I made my approach and the man said “That’s him?” The answer was affirmative, so he tried to get my attention, but the answer from me was nothing, because I was trying to ignore him, play my whole absolutely failed video off and get away, but he kept at it, and seeing I was paying him no mind and instead slinking off, he gave chase, and he was harder to get rid of than the red coat from the week before. To get him off me, I had to make it look like I was really just in a hurry and thinking about my short grocery list. It worked well enough. I got back to the dairy area, conviently located in the very back of the store so he’d have to follow me far. Maybe that was a problem for him, because he did have to leave his post to do this. I’d heard him hollar off to somebody politely “Just watch my post!” as he took off after me. Maybe seeing me get my eggs and cheese to buy them and leave satisfied him enough to get him to leave me alone.
What I was thinking at the time, and still am now though, is… What would I have done if he’d decided to run? Running for me would’ve been out of the question! Hmmm…

Candid Dreams with the Camera Off

Feels like an odd coincedence that Yahoo! had a featured article on thier home page about remembering your dreams and deciphering thier meanings to you, because I’ve been giving a lot more thought and attention to the details of my dreams lately, and why I’ve been seeing certain new things in mine or why I haven’t had more dreams about candid videography working so hard on blackstreetbbw.com. (I know sometimes- like maybe now- it feels like I just let it slide because I take too long to update it or clean things up, but I actually work on it or think about it a lot when I’m not doing anything else.)
  The last time I slept before reading that article about the most common dream types- none of which I’ve had in a long time, I had not one, but two candid camera related dreams. Not bad, considering that I usually don’t have any, despite blackstreetbbw always at least running around in the back of my mind somewhere. That is how it works- I go places and do other things, but I’m always ready with a camera for blackstreetbbw work, even if I’m talking to or hanging with a female at the moment.
But instead of having any of those common dream types any more, now it’s like my dreams ways of working are changing. I read that the kinds of dreams people have and how they dream them out changes as they gro up and through life, but mine have changed in ways the book never said. For example, I’ve had a lot of third person dreams or dream segments, or dreams that played out like a TV show where I’m watching it but not in it, or played out in a first person perspective, but for whatever reason, it’s like unless I was having a nightmare or something in reality was influencing and controlling things, I wasn’t fully immersed. So, my firts person dreams were like first person parts of movies: no peripheral vision, I could only see my feet and hands if I looked for them, almost never saw myself in a mirror because mirrors never appeared in my dreams, and I would never, ever see my own body- and also am never immersed enough to have wet dreams, so I always wake up with clean blanket 🙂 . If you notice how your dreams are like that or not like that, I’m really curious on knowing how that is for you (NOT interested in your wet dreams though!). Then I remember about a year ago having a dream where I was standing in a very unusual place in a store… I think I was on the grocery conveyor at Walmart!… and I looked straight down at someone and saw… my own body! I woke up later, thinking of that look and the jeans I’d been wearing and I was like “I have NEVER EVER seen my own body in any first person immersion dream shot I’ve EVER had in my entire life! Wow!” Do you see your own body in your first person dreams? What about when you dream about bbw? (Again, NOT interested in your wet dreams though! …But if you want to share I won’t stop you.) And sometimes I have dreams where certain individual things turn out so crisp, those particular parts end up feeling more realistic than reality itself! No bull! For an example of that. My mind’s eye has gained an ability that it didn’t have as a kid, because I didn’t gain that ability until I dreamed it into my mind’s repertoire. I have gained the ability to see at an resolution in my dreams that is higher than anything possible in reality. I don’t mean zooming in either, where something little is made big as if I were looking at it through a microscope. No. I think the best way to describe it is like this. Go look at a wal in your house or something and look for specks. Find the tiniest little speck of detail you can see on it. Go for the smallest one, and then imagine it was actually a smiley face. I could look at a smiley face that small, too small to make out any detail of because the whole complete thing is about the size that it’s tiniest individual detail could be and still be discernable. In my dreams, I can take a speck that small and, instead of making it bigger so I can see the face, I can use the powers of my imagination to expand it without enlagring it in my mental image at all, adding the outline, color, and add the two dots and smile to it, by filling that tiny speck with the power of my mind, using the power of that to make up for any lakc of power in my ordinary ability to see and visualize. I know that sounds stupidly deep, but it’s true, and I can only do that right when I am not fully concious.

The ability to do that has led to other dream abilities for me as well. Dream abilities are cool because they are things you can do conciously with your mind or something while you are not concious, like when you stopped wetting the bed because, when you were having a dream about taking a leak, you realized you were dreaming and started getting up instead of falling for it and getting wet. I’ve gained an unconcious ability through that high resolution thing I described to have more detalied dreams. Like a video game engine, my mind can only render but so many details at once, and if more are present, I can’t see them unless I turn my eye to them, much like fog would disspear as you moved through large levels in Playstation 1 and N64 games. Well after gaining that new ability, my dreaming mnd has gotten, like, some sort of RAM boost or something, because it can suddenly keep track of a somewhat larger number of details at once now… but it doesn’t usually. What that means is this. My dreams used to all be in analog, but now it’s like my dreams are ‘digital HD where available’, so sometimes I wake up as if I’d been playing a next generation video game and thinking, “Wow. Those graphics were awesome. That level of detail was really cool.” Does that mean that since I’m in the U.S. in february ’09 all my dreams will switch to digital?
  I had examples of both dreams last night. My second one that I remember was normal, and my first one was ‘digital’. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my other senses have gotten a boost in my dreams too, so lately some of my dreams have been much more immersive experiences. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m going to start having a bunch of wet ones and messing up my bedding! The second one was weirder, more ‘traditional’ for me, and less interesting. I’ve also forgotten a lot of the most interesting parts of it. It kept transforming into completely unrelated things, but the main part of it was that I was at walmart, and I saw a few half decent women to tape in there, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to tape them. It’s as if my camera itself was telling me not to. I mean, I even took too long to come on, and I had it off a lot. Also, in this dream, I spent a lot of time in strange, very clean, light blue hallways in the employee only area in the back of the store. I didn’t get into trouble though, because I didn’t run into any staff really, I saw some high ranking wal-mart official in a meeting room and backed away, and when I did run into an employee, it was because I’d wandered into the office of my crazy ex-manager at a job I once had in real life, one who didn’t even have a problem with me taping bbws at work in real life! They just asked me some questions about what I was up to and let me go back to my spacey wandering. That meeting was unexpected, and this dream got really weird really fast after that. So weird that it made no sense, and had absolutely nothing to do with candid camera.

  The first dream was the good one it was about me taking some trip with a bunch of other college students (I’m not a college student, but in my dream I still was) to some great city for fun and eductaion., and we were all staying in this weird place. What made it weird was that it was not a hotel like any I’ve seen, or really like any place for staying I’ve ever been too. It was kind of like a mansion that felt like a school but ran like a museum, if that makes any sense. We were mostly students at the university I was recently banned from, so I remember in the long part of the dream that occurred before we left, that featured a lot of me videotaping shorties and having a good ammount of trouble finding a way to cut my cam on in time to do things right. What really struck me about that segment of the dream- no, the dream as a whole- was the NUMBER of bbws versus the quality. There were SO MANY fat girls, but they were almost all young black plumpers. No ssbbws, few thin girls, and almost none of the young ladies really stood out. That’s what stood out about them. Then after the trials and tribulations that are fading from my memory, but I remember were enough like ones I’ve had in real life and other dreams, those of us that were going on the trip went on it.

  The lack of high quality bbws with all the black bbw college girls around wasn’t the only thing funny about the demographic makeup of this dream. It seems like I was practically the only male on radar. Some pretty weird stuff happened that had something to do with that, but I don’t remember much of that, since it was a dream and all. I remember not wanting or being able to use my camera much, and I remember something that had something to do with a restroom (I’m sure whatever it was it was weird, but I’m not 100% sure it was even worth remembering). I remember seeng a commercial for a remix/sequel/special edition of the aweful Super Mario Bros. Movie (No wait- that was in that second dream!) and I remember a lot of wandering around in the place we were staying and seeing lots of students in this dream, but my memory of it doesn’t really kick in until the plane crash. Yes, plane crash, and no, I wasn’t on the plane. I was in my room looking out the window at the really big city with short buildings (like Washington D.C. is, so maybe me wanting to go there for the inaugural had something to do with this dream.) we were in, and I saw a burning plane streaking toward the ground like a meteor! Eeeeeeeerrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm Booooommmmmmmmm! *flames go up*. I called 911, but didn’t know my address there, went outside to the shopping complex I saw it go down behind so I could call them back. I did, but I looked all over the place outside for something I could use to give my location, but I looked up and down, diagnally from sign to sign, thing to high resoultion thing, and couldn’t find anything I could use. By the time I was able to do anything, the woman on the line informed me they’d already found it and were on it, and miraculously, nobody died and nothing was burning down, so everybody could get back to thier lives. That left me wanting to use my camera, but I never could find the wreck, even though it landed nearby, and everybody was acting like nothing had happened, so I went into the huge mall to use it.
Then comes the very weird high point of all of this. If you remember from above maybe, I’d said our group was MOSTLY made up of student from the university I was banned from. The rest were students from other universities, and they arrived in small groups later on.
If you read this particular blog entry to the bottom the following will make a little more sense.
This very tall female basketball player that actually looked female walks in through the door. I’m tall, and she wasn’t so freaking tall that she had to duck the door to get in, and she looked like a younger and more attractive version of the woman I saw in real life that was about her height (I think it was about 6’9″, but I never got to asking because I wanted to talk about better things, and the dream ended too soon.), and I was immeditately attracted to her. I met up with her pretty soon later on in the dream and starting talking to her, and she was very smart and very nice and was as easy to get along with as she was tall, and she was extremely tall! My height judging ability stops working right in real life once I get to people around my height, but it looked like she was taller than me by a few inches. Not a big problem for every man, but I’m tall so… that made her really very super extremely tall. She just wasn’t very fat. Oh well. Can’t have everything. Hmm…… 6’9″ AND like 500 pounds of curves…? That might actually be too much… so it’s probably better she was thin. She also had very soft, hands that were small for her large stature. The real remarkable thing about this part of the dream was a conversation we ended up having in my room at the end of the dream. Quite honestly, I don’t remember a word of what was said- you know how dreams are- but I remember it being pretty remarkable. When I got up from that dream today I was thinking “The only way I could possibly have had a conversation with anyone in a dream that was that cool is that I must’ve gotten[really good at talking to females, and ]REALLY good at talking to myself at times when I’m alone[at the computer]! That’s the only way my brain could’ve produced a conversation for me within itself that was that surprisingly prductive and good.” I didn’t get to finish the conversation because the dream ended, and the dream ended because of what I found in my bed. No, it wasn’t a cockroach n my real live bed that woke me, but something even uglier that was in my dream bed. I think the only male almost in my dream was a roomate for me, but there was this weird, weird little woman who wanted to hang around in our room because it was so quiet. Unbeknownst to the two of us, she was in the huge bed I was sitting on. I did notice her shortly before the dream ended, when she muttered something, but that’s not how she ended the dream. She didn’t end it just then. The tall basketball player girl and I got to keep talking a little longer. The dream ended at a very inopportune time with that weird little woman popping up and telling me in an extremely rude way to shut the hell up so she could sleep- in the middle of the day- like that was her room. I got pretty mad, going from sweet to sour in a way that, through most of my life, I only did in bad situations in fast food resturants I worked at and nowhere else. I had to turn to her like- Bitch! This isn’t even your room! WTF are you doing in here anyway?! Get the fuck out! Then I literally picked her little ugly ass up out of my bed and dropped her off outside my door. I knew what I was grabbing because she had been hanging around in our room before, so the fact that that little 3-foot-something fat ugly no-shape-having, waaayy-too-old-looking-for-college, always-crazy-acting, nobody-can-understand-her thing looked, and now acted, like a troll, that’s not what woke me up! She just made me so mad that in order for this dream to end without me becoming angry in real life, it must’ve had to end! I put her outside the door, and then I wondered how the nice girl I was trying to get with would react to my exploding like that and then truning nicely back to her and trying to smile and continue what we were saying as quickly as I’d cut it off. I remember thinking that she might just have decided to leave me there alone, as the dream of that bedroom faded and gave way to my real one before I could have the answer I was afraid to find out. That dream was awesome though, and as retardedly pervertedly strangely need-to-get-a-lifely weird as it may sound, I don’t think I’m going to forget seeing her turn to look at me for the first time for a little while. I think I need to sleep alone less often, because maybe when you try to do that that can cause stuff like what I just discussed in today’s blog post.
Anyway, has anyone else thought about thier dreams in a way anyway similar to the way I talked about at the beginning of this entry? Does anybody else have any dream story or pattern that’s even remotely relevant and similar to what I was talking about up there? If so leave a comment! I want to read it!!!