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I would but she is recovering from a serious B-day celebration last night That reminds me i gotta go clean the puke off the side of my suburban How far did she make it after you dropped us off? I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

What about the emperor? The emperor is mentioned but never seen in Episode IV. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Newsflash: the general public is mindless, bored, and has no desire to have their brains challenged in any way whatsoever. The more candy coated the drivel, the more likely it is to succeed. Intelligent television will not survive. It has almost no market. (this message has been brought to you by Linder's lack of faith in humanity) That's why I like you, Linder--You call it like it is. When are we going to play golf? A lot of quality sitcoms and dramas are at risk of being canceled because they're more expensive to produce than reality shows and typically don't do as well in the ratings. If you look at the sitcoms and dramas that do well in the ratings, it's the ones with the soap operatic story lines (aka the "Will they or won't they?" shows). I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Aside from the fact that movie goers tend to shy away from longer movies, movies of three hours usually get, I believe, one less showing per day than movies of two hours. Not only does that, in itself, decreases the overall box office take; it also discourages theaters from showing three hour movies on multiple screens, thereby making the overall box office take even lower. In the last ten years, the success of longer movies, such as Titanic and the Lord of the Rings films, has encouraged filmmakers and studio execs to take the risk and produce more movies with longer running times. Sometimes the risk pays off. Sometimes it doesn't. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Based solely on what I'm reading in this thread, I wouldn't be incredibly surprised to see a second or third week jump in the numbers. It's rare, but it does happen, from time to time, with sleepers that get good word of mouth. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

WOW! That is a tough blow. I think part of the problem might have been the marketing strategy--It seems that a lot of people might have taken the advertising a little too seriously and not realized that it's a sendup of "bad" movies, rather than an actual bad movie. I went to the evening showing on Saturday night, and the theater was only about 3/4 full. I suspect this film will get a little second and third week business from word of mouth, and it might find a following on DVD and end up breaking even in the end, but this is definitely going to be a blow to a lot of people and companies. I really hate to see that happen, after the filmmakers bucked the trend to shoot in Texas. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

The "previews of coming attractions" by the guest directors were awesome! Eli Roth's was a dead-on sendup of the trailers for those late 70's/early 80's low budget slasher flicks--one of the rare instances in history where the trailers were often worse than the movies. I agree about Deathproof running a little long. My interest started wavering toward the end. Do you have any idea why the filmmakers chose to abandon the aged film look about half-way through Deathproof? I assume it's supposed to signify something, but I couldn't figure it out. The first half of Deathproof (the Austin unit) is aged, but the second half (the California unit) isn't. It's really weird. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

What if the guy is really, really, really cool with this? I mean, for instance, if the guy is a borderline OCD neat freak/germaphobe, the woman can still do this right? Or maybe he can do it, since she might not know where he keeps the 409 and the fabric softener? I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Seriously, do you think they were given any input on the suits they got? I mean, did they get to choose the thread, color, and number of buttons? That's pretty cool that political hostages now get parting gifts. The Iranians should have instituted that policy twenty-six years ago. If two weeks gets you a tailored suit, imagine what fifteen months would get you! I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Heard you get a free escorted tour with that visit too. Not only that, you get a tailored suit to go with it. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Does this change with age? When I was in college and tried to start up conversations with girls, about 90% of them were very cold to me. I eventually gave up. It still seems weird to just strike up a conversation with a random person. Sorry I couldn't resist. Everyone keeps giving jheadley grief for his question, but I think it's a fair question. It's been my experience that most college kids live in a little bit of a dating fantasy world. Most have that "youthful good looks" thing going for them, and they're surrounded by single, available, like-minded people who are all in the same stage of life. Compared to the rest of adult life, dating in college strikes me as relatively simple. I think that's why most college girls who are even moderately attractive fit the stereotype of "unapproachable." They already have an in with so many single, interested guys that they view being approached by a stranger as a nuisance. So to answer jheadley's question: Yes, I believe most women outgrow that attitude (unless, of course, they're stunningly beautiful). I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Ummmm......Lindercles? I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

It's difficult to argue with such an articulate statement, but just for the sake of clarity, are you suggesting that most women look at a man and immediately ask themselves, "Could this guy help my career, boost my social status, buy me some nice jewelry, or pay off my student loans?" or are you suggesting that most women look at a man and immediately ask themselves, "Could I have a future with him?" There's a big difference, and from your post, as eloquently written as it is, it's not entirely clear what you mean; though, it appears you're leaning toward the former. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Here are the five basic categories of "unapproachable" that came to me, off the top of my head. Guys, please feel free to add to this list. Ladies, please feel free to make your own list. After all, what is the Bonfire all about if not self improvement? Too Attractive - Nothing hits a guy's ego harder than having a woman respond to his advances like she's responding to a telemarketer who called during dinner. No guy enjoys that indignant look that says, "I didn't bust my ass to look this good for the likes of you." Unresponsive - She displays uninviting body language and fails to reciprocate when given a polite smile or a curious glance. Believe it or not, ladies, a lot of guys are just waiting for the third base coach to wave them in. Too Many Friends - She's very attractive, and her four friends seem to be really enjoying her company, but not many guys have the confidence to risk getting shot down in front of an audience. With a Guy - The guy may be forty years older than her and have on capri pants and body glitter, but there is still a CHANCE they're together, and few guys want to risk that kind of confrontation. Deluded - She's a little past her prime and a little overweight, but she scares off any guys who might actually be interested by wasting her time flirting with young studs. Of course, these categories primarily apply to public settings where you're looking to meet a complete stranger. Meeting someone through friends, work, or the Internet each require slightly different approaches. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Have you seen it yet? Did you go to the regional premiere in Austin? I'm really looking forward to seeing it. Which scene are you in? Do you think I'll be able to recognize you? I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Okay, Kev, I have to give you props for the wicked burn. And those mailboxes kick ass! I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

We WUV you, Michael!!! I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Seriously, I don't think a federal government website should look like some fourteen-year-old boy's MySpace page. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

I'll second that motion. Am I the only one who gets an unpleasant shiver up my spine when I see a twelve year old girl wearing short shorts with "JUICY" written across the ass? Every time I see that, I want to blow a lifeguard whistle and order her parents out of the gene pool. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Wow! That's actually pretty good. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Yeah, the rest of us may have pushed the envelope, but Hyperboy had the distinction of tearing right through it. By the way, when I was in Lubbock for Christmas of '05, I had lunch with Tom Craighead, and he gave me that old rig I jumped. In the years since my jump on it, Tom had gotten it signed by a bunch of the old timers, including Lew Sanborn. It had been sitting in Tom's garage for a few years and needed some minor repairs. I got the repairs done, but I doubt I'll jump it again. If USPA ever gets the skydiving museum open, I'm going to see if they want it. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

I want to say his name was Matt. Everyone called him Hyperboy. He had less than thirty skydives at the time. It was November of 1998. A week prior to Hyperboy's jump, a group of us had met a Norwegian BASE jumper named Petter at the PD Free For All at Skydive Texas. Petter developed something of a crush on the female president of the Texas Tech skydiving club, so he came and spent a week in Lubbock, the flattest city on the planet, where he proceeded to jump off of or try to jump off of every object over one hundred feet tall. He then allowed a (probably less-than-sober) twenty-five jump wonder to jump one of his BASE rigs (direct bag assist) off a one hundred thirty foot grain silo. From what I recall of the video the hobbled Hyperboy was carrying around with him the following Sunday, he hit about a second after his canopy inflated. He had a broken foot, which had yet to be attended to by a doctor, but boy was he proud of that video. I think that may have been Hyperboy's last jump. I don't think I ever saw him again after that weekend. ________________________________ That's HIM! Bwa-hahahahaha... Every time I think of that, I can't help but laugh. Thanks for that in-put. You're right, about him being proud of that video. He thought he was a real bad-ass, after that. He was a funny ol' kid. I used to get a kick out of watching him around the DZ. He just couldn't quite get the hang of packing a Manta. As I recall, didn't he always get the short end of the stick when it came to the 'club's' jump money? Seems like, there were two in particular who would jump their butts-off and ol' 'Hyper-Boy', got what, if any, was left. I kind of felt sorry for him. Chuck Chuck: He was a fun kid to be around only because he was an idiot. He would have jumped without a rig if we dared him to. not even 20 jumps, doing a low alt. d-bag base jump at night... he's lucky that a broken ankle/foot was all he got. That could have gone real bad, and Peter should have been kicked in the sack for putting the dumb sob up to it. There was no "club money" that purchased any jumps. We all paid for our own jumps. I'm not sure what ever happend to him, but unless he got smart, he'd be lucky to be alive. To the origional subject: What to do in lubbock. Go to the depot. If you are there on closer to the weekend go get some Ellis!!!! Best drunk food ever. http://www.zlew.net/thoughts/?p=18 http://www.zlew.net/thoughts/?p=180 Y'all did have a club altimeter, though. I think that exhausted the club's annual budget for that year--Didn't it? If I recall correctly, Hyperboy quit skydiving so he could save up his money for a crotch rocket. We can only hope he approached that hobby with a little more sanity. According to one of the other Techerheads, he was a straight "A" student, so I guess maybe he was one of those rare individuals that got a double helping of intelligence and no helping of common sense. Of course, these comments on common sense are coming from the guy who saw a fifty-year-old rig a retired skydiver was showing off at the drop zone and immediately blurted out, "I'll jump it." I learned from my hard landings, so maybe Hyperboy learned from his. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

I want to say his name was Matt. Everyone called him Hyperboy. He had less than thirty skydives at the time. It was November of 1998. A week prior to Hyperboy's jump, a group of us had met a Norwegian BASE jumper named Petter at the PD Free For All at Skydive Texas. Petter developed something of a crush on the female president of the Texas Tech skydiving club, so he came and spent a week in Lubbock, the flattest city on the planet, where he proceeded to jump off of or try to jump off of every object over one hundred feet tall. He then allowed a (probably less-than-sober) twenty-five jump wonder to jump one of his BASE rigs (direct bag assist) off a one hundred thirty foot grain silo. From what I recall of the video the hobbled Hyperboy was carrying around with him the following Sunday, he hit about a second after his canopy inflated. He had a broken foot, which had yet to be attended to by a doctor, but boy was he proud of that video. I think that may have been Hyperboy's last jump. I don't think I ever saw him again after that weekend. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

Getting stuck in Lubbock is a little like getting stuck on the other side of the looking glass with Alice. You run into a lot of strange characters, and conventional logic doesn't seem to apply. Actually, Lubbock is a nice place to grow up, but I wouldn't want to visit there. I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.

In LUBBOCK?!?!?! I don't have an M.D. or a law degree. I have bachelor's in kicking ass and taking names.