FlyingRhenquest

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Nonsense! No one in their right mind would expect some teenager to be able to hit a small exhaust port with a photon torpedo! It was barely two meters wide! The Emperor Finds Out I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

It can't be that dangerous -- people let their kids in there all the time. Hell, these two kids freefly better than I ever will. Most of us defeat ourselves on the plane. It seems you're doing it in the tunnel. This sport is all about controlling and getting over your fears, but it's odd how the mind works sometimes. You can't just tell yourself it's safe -- some part of you strongly believes that's not true. You can't deny and try to suppress your fear either. I found that addressing the terrified portion of my mind, acknowledging that I was frightened to myself and telling myself I was not going to let it stop me seemed to work pretty well for me. But everyone's different. I still have trouble forcing myself to do something I really don't want to do. Or you could just not face that fear. If you're already jumping out of planes, you could just work your skills the old fashioned way. You'll get to the same place as your friends eventually, it'll just take a bit longer. It's not like you ever HAVE to go in a wind tunnel if you don't want to. I've seen a couple outdoor models that have inflatable bumpers in case you fall off of the wind stream. Do you think that'd help with your claustrophobia? If you can find one of those it might be worth giving it a try. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

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Sure! You can get goggles that fit over your goggles or prescription goggles. You could always use prescription goggles for motorcycling if you don't like skydiving heh heh. Of course, why do that when you can get Lasik? Now I know what you're thinking! "But Bruce! I'm about to start the most expensive hobby on the planet! How am I going to afford lasik?" Well I think we can find a solution that everyone can afford! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

You know, one of my whuffo friends says that, too, but he still clicks on them! He was just complaining the other day that google's safe search hasn't learned to exclude my google+ posts from searches. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Or, you know... This... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

A spanking! A spanking! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

This One? I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Oh yeah. I'm about as tuned in to airplane noise as wossername. I always have to stop and find it. I can usually tell the otter by sound and know when it's on its jump run, and know where to look if I hear that. The King Air is a little harder to tell apart from some of the other planes over there. Make Frank should put a loudener on it so I know when it's time to get out of bed and head over there... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I don't know if peeps can be roasted. Hmm. Maybe I'll have to get one of those plumber torches and give it a try! I suspect it's a good idea to have a fire extinguisher handy if you try this... I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I want to try Alton Brown's recipe for homemade marshmellows. It's one more reason to buy a stand mixer! I don't really do enough baking to justify it, though. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Steve the Canopy. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I've always liked them burnt to a crisp. I used to do it deliberately whenever we'd go camping. Sure they're good if you don't go that far and just take them to the brown phase, but set them on fire for a couple of seconds and now we're talking! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Moist Megaphone Grunties ... Wankel Rotary Engine I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

The design of the universe annoys me. It can't keep track of the objects it's created, there are hard-coded constraints, it segfaults if you put too much mass in one place (Which at LEAST doesn't crash the entire damn universe when it happens) and they can't even figure out where the objects are when they're created. The whole thing feels like a rushed undergraduate project. It's probably just some n-dimensional sophomore's attempt to simulate a method of converting hydrogen into plutonium. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Hmm. If it was the usual alternator/battery thing, they typically don't want to crank at all, though. Or do so very sluggishly. That's why I didn't suggest it after reading the description. I used to un-flood my old RX7 by disconnecting the fuel injector relay and cranking it. Since the engine was flooded but there was no more fuel coming in, it'd catch and then die within a few seconds if I didn't get the relay back in. With the relay out, it was just not getting any fuel at all. I don't know how prone those wires are to trouble in most vehicles, though. I've never seen a problem with them in any car I've driven. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

The "Will it Blend" blender? I hear you could make iPhone juice. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I'd guess something in the fuel system. Maybe fuel pump, maybe the power relay to the fuel injectors. Back in the day a faulty distributor would be on my list of usual suspects too. If you're lucky, maybe a clogged fuel filter. None of that stuff is particularly hard to fix. Diagnosing exactly which one is the problem is still a pain in the ass. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Ugh, I really need to start looking at the dates on these. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I'm not sure you'll have much more luck finding someone to train or rent gear from than you would jumping out of an airplane. You could maybe go out of the USA, to the Czech Republic or something, but that's really horrible advice. Why not just become a tunnel rat for the next 5 years? If you get good enough, it's a career path to tunnel instructor. I wish someone had told me that was an option when I was young. Though it probably wasn't, when I was young. It makes a nice lead-in to skydiving too. And if you decide you don't like skydiving you can still be an awesome tunnel rat. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

You mean, "Jump out of a King Air"? I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

Logged and signed by another skydiver, yup! I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?

I always think classical is a bit pretentious. One of my co-workers has the classical piece from that DeBeers diamond ad on his phone, and I want to punch him in the forehead every time his phone rings. One because he's obviously a pretentious asshole who likes the smell of his own farts and two because he doesn't put his phone on silent mode in the office. That always makes me a bit irritable anyway. I sit right outside a room where cellphones aren't allowed, so they leave them on a shelf. Someone's phone there rang for a solid half-hour once. I was going to suggest we install a can crusher next to the cellphone rack, and any cellphone that demanded attention would get it with a thorough crushing. I'm trying to teach myself how to set things on fire with my mind. Hey... is it hot in here?