FlyingRhenquest

What's the over/under that you break some other bone before you get a chance to? I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I actually prefer an EMACS-based E-Mail client with the MIT remembrance agent running. It's so much easier to organize mail, clear out vast swaths of useless crap at once and have it suggest conversations that took place a couple years earlier when you're mailing someone about a problem. Only down side is it seems to reliably eat my entire inbox every 4-5 years, which is a huge pain in the ass. But I find I can generally live without that 5 years' accumulation of stuff in my inbox. Eeh... maybe it's time to look at that solution again... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Ooh! "Cockmonkey!" I forgot cockmonkey! I don't know exactly what a cockmonkey is, but it sounds bad. I assume it's a monkey that... likes cock... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Awesome! I saw some real bluebirds in the shrubs outside the office, but they didn't want to hold still for a picture. It's actually the first time I've seen real bluebirds out here (Blue Jays need not apply.) I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I have a few go-to phrases; "That's retarded. And you're retarded for saying it." Always a favorite. "Sorry-ass garlic breathed stupid motherfucker," which can optionally be followed up with "Today is the last day of the rest of your life!" depending on how much you're itching for a fight. "Punk-ass blasphemous dope-fiend bitch!" stolen from South Park. I still refer to Echostar as a whole as "Those goat-fucking plonkers." My resignation letter to them started "You goat fucking plonkers have wasted enough of my time." I was out to burn that bridge with napalm. They contacted me again a couple years ago. I have a specific six digit number in mind that could potentially convince me to go to work there again. I could probably put up with their bullshit for a year or two for sufficiently large bags of cash. Even if they do fuck an awful lot of goats. They would never offer that kind of money to a programmer, though. Or their managers, probably. "Pigfucker" was a favorite on the MRPD team. As Mike said one day "That guy's a pigfucker. He gets up on pigs and he FUCKS them." I called the same guy a stupid little bitch, turned around, saw my manager was still standing there and said "Oh, are you still here?!" He just sighed, shook his head at me and wandered off. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I wonder if that guy ever got his A license... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Apparently the sky gods decided snow would be a good idea today. Huh. Well I still have about 32 ounces of Wake Up Dead Imperial Stout in the fridge... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Beautiful day, but too windy for skydiving and the wind tunnel's slots are all sold out so they can't take a walk-in. Now I'm all dressed up with no place to go. In other states you can tell it's too windy because the flag's flapping. In Colorado you can tell it's too windy because the flag pole's flapping. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I thought it was the dryer that ate socks. I'm pretty sure that's where the lint in the lint trap comes from... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

It's hard to find outside the brewery. If you like dark beer, you'll probably like it, though. It kind of reminds me a bit of Old Crustacean. Of all the beer I've tried, I think that's what it's closest to. Old Crustacean is a barley wine, so it's still darker and more flavorful, but it's also a lot harder to find. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Probably not a good idea, my house is right on the flight path. And I think the road noise would probably drive her crazy. Plus the wake up dead could get us drunk enough for nastiness to ensue, and even though I think she probably really just needs to get her ticket punched, I don't want to be the one to take that one for the team! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Weather didn't look too good today so I ran around running errands. One of them was to take the empty pony keg back to Left Hand. I saw they had $14 growlers of their Wake Up Dead Imperial Stout and had to buy one. I forgot how much kick that stuff has. It's something like 13% ABV. One glass and I just kind of staggered back to the room and passed out on my bed. Woke up a couple hours later with the room spinning. On the plus side, the migrane I'd had all day was gone. And I'd kicked off some chili before I got rolling, so that was just about done. So all in all a pretty good day. Looks like the weather's going to be equally bad next weekend. Maybe I should get a couple more growlers of Wake Up Dead and have some friends over for a Wake Up Dead and My Little Pony film festival. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

They're all the same color so I just chuck them all in the sock drawer. Except for the neoprene ones. Those I chuck in the neoprene sock drawer. This is a step up from a couple years ago, where the clean laundry went in the bin and the dirty laundry went on the floor. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

You nearly get hit by a car when you hear an airplane go over and have to stop to find and identify it. I can tell the Twin Otter on jump run just by engine noise. It's sad, really. I'll tell people, "Ooh! He's going to cut his engine any second now! And then there will be skydivers!" I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Looks like it's a lot more rotten and disgusting than natto. Wow. That'd be pretty rotten and disgusting. The vegetarian member of our sushi run ordered it. The waitress asked him if he'd ever had natto before. When he said "no," she said "It's... interesting." He took one bite, had an "interesting" reaction and then offered to let the rest of us try it. Being game for damn near anything, once I took him up on it. It tasted like... Have you ever walked behind a restaurant on a warm summer night and gotten a whiff of their garbage dumpster? It tasted like that. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Pff. The little munchkin would only have one job and that would be to bring me more beer! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I've had natto. How much worse could it be? I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I took hang gliding training in North Carolina back in the 90's. My instructor had a rig he build from a motorcycle wheel. They'd find a low-traffic airstrip and tow the glider behind a pick-up truck, playing the glider out on steel cable from the rig he built. Kind of like flying a really big kite. With a pick-up truck. I wonder if something similar would work for launching paragliders from traditionally paraglider-unfriendly areas? He had some safety stuff built in that would break away and allow the glider to be landed if it started turning the wrong way or the cable snagged up or something. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I was under the impression one of those companies would sell at least some of their canopies to civilians. I'm not sure your dropzone would particularly appreciate you hanging around in the sky for a couple hours. If I wanted to go paragliding, I'd go paragliding. I do enjoy canopy flight, and have done several high pulls since I started. I just hang out in a holding pattern above the landing area for the 10 minutes or so it takes me to get down. I suspect I'll be doing a lot more once summer rolls around -- the one in September was... brisk... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

When I was 11 or 12 I had to have a tooth extracted by an Air Force dentist. It was a baby tooth and the root had wrapped around the one that was coming in behind it. No matter how much novacaine he shot into my head, I still felt every second of it. During the blizzard we had in 2006, I had a scrotal abscess become inflamed and require draining. The doctor had to inject a local square into the middle of my nutsack. It was the second worst pain I've ever experienced. During the procedure, he apologized for the discomfort he was causing me. I told him I'd had worse. Other than that, not much, really... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I'll listen to damn near anything, though I burned out on country when my job involved driving around in the back woods of Alabama and Georgia. A little Muse Ghost Tub Ring Skrillix I was listening to a lot of Skrillix when I was in AFF, and it still takes me back. Rammstein Camper Van Beethoven A little something off the Beyond Good and Evil Soundtrack A LOT Of Frank Zappa Man... Or Astroman? Timothy Leary Tom Waits Jeff Buckley And a lot more! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Don't forget to post a "Skydiving after a skin graft" thread over in the skydiving forum! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

This is why I use Google+. It's more of an anti-social network... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I get 20mbps through Comcast and don't even make use of that amount of bandwidth. I suppose if I streamed from Netflix or something, I might want higher speeds. Game installs from Steam take less time than it'd take to drive to the store and buy the game. I can grab MP3s from Amazon across the cellular network faster than I could have downloaded them over the wire 6 or 7 years ago. I used to spring $200 a month for 128K ISDN service, back in the day. I'm pretty happy with where I am now! Before I switched to Comcast, I had DSL service through Qwest. That was pretty pathetic. My room mate would start up a download and my ping times would go to 2 seconds. 20mbps seems to be the sweet spot for my household. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I just hit my hundredth jump and am planning on downsizing to a bit of KLEEN-EX attached to my rig with some DENTAL FLOSS! And then go around the country giving CANOPY NAZIS freaking ANEURYSMS! Heh heh heh Um... Should I be worried that I know how to spell "aneurysm" without looking it up? I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?