skybytch

I don't recall saying that Joe the CEO didn't work hard to get where he is. Only that John the Ditchdigger also works hard. How might your life be different if you bought fewer or less expensive things, thus requiring that you work less, thus allowing you more time to spend doing the things you love with the people you most want to spend time with? A compliment means less than a credit rating? btw, folks, don't take any of this as attacks on anybody else. See, I'm gettin' edumacated now. That should help explain these forays by me into philosophy and inequality and other such lofty subjects...

Why shouldn't John the Ditchdigger get a wider, more comfortable seat and the chance to get on and off the plane first? I'll bet John works as hard or harder than Joe the CEO does. What makes Joe more worthy of physical comfort than John? You prove the point. As long as we agree that the way it is is the way it should always be and nothing we can do will change it, it won't change. Some rich and powerful people aren't asshats. Some working class people are. How about rewarding people for not being asshats instead of for having a lot of money?

Of course they do. It's called classism, and it's been around since dirt was invented. You're right. It won't ever change as long as people continue to have the attitude that it's not going to change.

I had the same vertebrae fused in 2001. Waited six months then did one jump and figured out it was too soon. Waited six more months, jumped a year to the day after surgery and went on to do 200 jumps that year. My surgeon wasn't at all surprised when I told him that I intended to jump again; he only wanted to see evidence that the fusion had taken well before giving the okay. I jump Spectres due to their reputation for opening slow and soft (current main has Dacron lines which I highly recommend if you care more about soft openings than canopy performance/pack volume). I've accepted the fact that should I have a terminal reserve opening I'm probably going to be hurting for a few days (or worse). The only issue I had was pain after jumping, probably from arching. Be religious about stretching and work hard at strengthening your core and you might not have that problem. Don't be in a big hurry. Skydiving will still be there when your body is ready for it.

For those who might be interested, here is extensive coverage from China Daily of the earthquake aftermath. Lots of personal stories and pictures that you probably won't see in US-based media.

You still matter, my friend. I miss you.

How did you get that shot? Awesome.

You're right. Wishing pain, death and destruction on innocent people isn't politically correct.

ToeUp at sunset.

Wow.

So do analog altimeters.

How does an RSL "get" misrouted?

I've never been banned. Does that make me a bad person (in the nicest way)?

But... I want both my stuff and the PM notification up top.

HBD! People who have birthdays in May are cool.

Thanks. Do you know if any manufacturer says that debris absolutely will not fly from any model mower? The company responsible is insisting that the mower they use absolutely will not throw pebbles. It'd be helpful if I could prove them wrong.

Yes, I am old, crotchety and set in my ways. With that out of the way, is it possible to either move or put another new PM notification where it used to be (in the submenu on top)? I'm trying to remember to look in My Stuff first but I guess my eyes are too used to looking for the red letters up top.

Thanks, but it wasn't my mower that took out the window. I should pass that info along to the owner of the mower that did though.

Is there a lawnmower out there that is designed such that rocks or pebbles can not be thrown from underneath it? How about if it is being run on concrete with numerous small rocks and pebbles on it? Does a grass catcher bag prevent rocks and pebbles from being thrown off the bottom of the mower? Is it plausible that a mower being operated on concrete with numerous small rocks and pebbles on it could throw one of said small rocks and pebbles 8 feet high and 10 feet away with enough force to break a window?

Bomber Manufacturing got all that info when they bought the TSO.

Gotta love Snopes.

Nah. I'm the kinder, gentler Bytch now. I wouldn't give a f**k.

F**k you.

WTF???

Copied from Best of CL. ----- I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked. I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You. Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough. Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic. Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus. Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change. Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars. Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi. Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it. Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable. I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it. ---- Now don't let this end up in fucking SC.