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According to this site, the chuteless stunt is now a guy who had terminal cancer and would you do the same thing question on the page. http://www.ehowa.com/features/terminalcancer.shtml Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

OK. How do I clean coffee off the friggin keyboard and screen. I thought I'd heard all the Johnny jokes. That was funny shit. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

The common theme here seems to be to throw some substance at the problem. The solution is to learn how to turn it off. The reason you're having this problem is fairly simple; you give a shit and take pride in your work. It's not a bad thing, it's a good thing. The by-product is that you get wrapped up in a mental whirlwind that prevents your mind from relaxing. The key is not using substances to artifically relax your brain; it's to learn better behaviors that allow your mind to relax. When you're driving 100 mph, it's unrealistic to think that you can stop in ten feet. It's just as unrealistic to think you can spend 10, 12, 14, 16 hours a day working/thinking at 100 mph and make the brain stop in ten minutes. I had the same problem about ten years ago and went to my long-time friend and Doctor. Asked him for something to help me sleep. He sat me down in his office and asked me what was going on. Before I knew it, i was puking my workload in his office. He said, "Tell you what, how about coming out to the house this weekend and we'll go do some fishing and I got a couple of guns I need you to work on and we can talk about it some more then." I actually slept good that night. I went out to his place and he was working in the barn. he told me to grab a fishing pole and head down to the pond and he'd meet me down there. I went fishing for a little bit and then wandered back up to the barn and said, "OK, let's talk about it." He said, "Keith, there's really nothing to talk about, you were down at the pond a whole five minutes. The only thing you need to do is learn how to relax. When was the last time you read a book? When was the last time you went flying? "When was the last time you did nothing?" Man, I felt like I was getting a spanking. But, it worked. He planted the seed and it grew. He was right. I was so hell bent on working that I forgot to relax. I forgot that its alright to work hard and play harder and before I knew it I was consumed in working 18 hours a day. There's been a couple of good wholistic suggestions on here. Writing things down, knitting, reading a book, watching some mind-numbing shit on tv, exercise, etc. Some work for a few, not all work for everyone. My suggestion is to learn what works for you and give yourself more hours before its time to go to sleep. Use some reverse planning to determine when it's time for you to go to sleep and make that your "me" time. Whether it's two, three, four hours and then find that "something" that relaxes you. Throwing a pill or a drink at the problem is not a solution. Learning to play and relax is the solution. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Opinion Editorial: During last week's two-day summit, British Prime Minister Gordon Brown thanked President Bush for leading the global war on terror. Mr. Brown acknowledged "the debt the world owes to the U.S. for its leadership in this fight against international terrorism" and vowed to follow Winston Churchill's lead and make Britain's ties with America even stronger. Mr. Brown's statements elicited anger from many of Mr. Bush's domestic detractors, who claim the president concocted the war on terror for personal gain. But as someone who escaped from communist Romania--with two death sentences on his head--in order to become a citizen of this great country, I have a hard time understanding why some of our top political leaders can dare in a time of war to call our commander in chief a "liar," a "deceiver" and a "fraud." I spent decades scrutinizing the U.S. from Europe, and I learned that international respect for America is directly proportional to America's own respect for its president. My father spent most of his life working for General Motors in Romania and had a picture of President Truman in our house in Bucharest. While "America" was a vague place somewhere thousands of miles away, he was her tangible symbol. For us, it was he who had helped save civilization from the Nazi barbarians, and it was he who helped restore our freedom after the war--if only for a brief while. We learned that America loved Truman, and we loved America. It was as simple as that. Later, when I headed Romania's intelligence station in West Germany, everyone there admired America too. People would often tell me that the "Amis" meant the difference between night and day in their lives. By "night" they meant East Germany, where their former compatriots were scraping along under economic privation and Stasi brutality. That was then. But in September 2002, a German cabinet minister, Herta Dauebler-Gmelin, had the nerve to compare Mr. Bush to Hitler. In one post-Iraq-war poll 40% of Canada's teenagers called the U.S. "evil," and even before the fall of Saddam 57% of Greeks answered "neither" when asked which country was more democratic, the U.S. or Iraq. Sowing the seeds of anti-Americanism by discrediting the American president was one of the main tasks of the Soviet-bloc intelligence community during the years I worked at its top levels. This same strategy is at work today, but it is regarded as bad manners to point out the Soviet parallels. For communists, only the leader counted, no matter the country, friend or foe. At home, they deified their own ruler--as to a certain extent still holds true in Russia. Abroad, they asserted that a fish starts smelling from the head, and they did everything in their power to make the head of the Free World stink. The communist effort to generate hatred for the American president began soon after President Truman set up NATO and propelled the three Western occupation forces to unite their zones to form a new West German nation. We were tasked to take advantage of the reawakened patriotic feelings stirring in the European countries that had been subjugated by the Nazis, in order to shift their hatred for Hitler over into hatred for Truman--the leader of the new "occupation power." Western Europe was still grateful to the U.S. for having restored its freedom, but it had strong leftist movements that we secretly financed. They were like putty in our hands. The European leftists, like any totalitarians, needed a tangible enemy, and we gave them one. In no time they began beating their drums decrying President Truman as the "butcher of Hiroshima." We went on to spend many years and many billions of dollars disparaging subsequent presidents: Eisenhower as a war-mongering "shark" run by the military-industrial complex, Johnson as a mafia boss who had bumped off his predecessor, Nixon as a petty tyrant, Ford as a dimwitted football player and Jimmy Carter as a bumbling peanut farmer. In 1978, when I left Romania for good, the bloc intelligence community had already collected 700 million signatures on a "Yankees-Go-Home" petition, at the same time launching the slogan "Europe for the Europeans." During the Vietnam War we spread vitriolic stories around the world, pretending that America's presidents sent Genghis Khan-style barbarian soldiers to Vietnam who raped at random, taped electrical wires to human genitals, cut off limbs, blew up bodies and razed entire villages. Those weren't facts. They were our tales, but some seven million Americans ended up being convinced their own president, not communism, was the enemy. As Yuri Andropov, who conceived this dezinformatsiya war against the U.S., used to tell me, people are more willing to believe smut than holiness. The final goal of our anti-American offensive was to discourage the U.S. from protecting the world against communist terrorism and expansion. Sadly, we succeeded. After U.S. forces precipitously pulled out of Vietnam, the victorious communists massacred some two million people in Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia. Another million tried to escape, but many died in the attempt. This tragedy also created a credibility gap between America and the rest of the world, damaged the cohesion of American foreign policy, and poisoned domestic debate in the U.S. Unfortunately, partisans today have taken a page from the old Soviet playbook. At the 2004 Democratic National Convention, for example, Bush critics continued our mud-slinging at America's commander in chief. One speaker, Martin O'Malley, now governor of Maryland, had earlier in the summer stated he was more worried about the actions of the Bush administration than about al Qaeda. On another occasion, retired four-star general Wesley Clark gave Michael Moore a platform to denounce the American commander in chief as a "deserter." And visitors to the national chairman of the Democratic Party had to step across a doormat depicting the American president surrounded by the words, "Give Bush the Boot." Competition is indeed the engine that has driven the American dream forward, but unity in time of war has made America the leader of the world. During World War II, 405,399 Americans died to defeat Nazism, but their country of immigrants remained sturdily united. The U.S. held national elections during the war, but those running for office entertained no thought of damaging America's international prestige in their quest for personal victory. Republican challenger Thomas Dewey declined to criticize President Roosevelt's war policy. At the end of that war, a united America rebuilt its vanquished enemies. It took seven years to turn Nazi Germany and imperial Japan into democracies, but that effort generated an unprecedented technological explosion and 50 years of unmatched prosperity for us all. Now we are again at war. It is not the president's war. It is America's war, authorized by 296 House members and 76 senators. I do not intend to join the armchair experts on the Iraq war. I do not know how we should handle this war, and they don't know either. But I do know that if America's political leaders, Democrat and Republican, join together as they did during World War II, America will win. Otherwise, terrorism will win. Abu Musab al-Zarqawi predicted just before being killed: "We fight today in Iraq, tomorrow in the land of the Holy Places, and after there in the West." On July 28, I celebrated 29 years since President Carter signed off on my request for political asylum, and I am still tremendously proud that the leader of the Free World granted me my freedom. During these years I have lived here under five presidents--some better than others--but I have always felt that I was living in paradise. My American citizenship has given me a feeling of pride, hope and security that is surpassed only by the joy of simply being alive. There are millions of other immigrants who are equally proud that they restarted their lives from scratch in order to be in this magnanimous country. I appeal to them to help keep our beloved America united and honorable. We may not be able to change the habits of our current political representatives, but we may be able to introduce healthy new blood into the U.S. Congress. For once, the communists got it right. It is America's leader that counts. Let's return to the traditions of presidents who accepted nothing short of unconditional surrender from our deadly enemies. Let's vote next year for people who believe in America's future, not for the ones who live in the Cold War past. Lt. Gen. Pacepa is the highest-ranking intelligence official ever to have defected from the Soviet bloc. Source: http://www.opinionjournal.com/editorial/feature.html?id=110010438 Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Me neither. There's more to it than throw money at it and pray. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I'm glad you approve. I pay her a lot of money to stand out there all day waxing my Rolls with her bottom. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

You have to qualify by playing a lot of games. Then send them an email asking for that privledge. After you are approved it will be under the heading "requests." Course, I moved to Full Tilt about six months ago, so things may have changed. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

"So, how's that working for you?" I watched a couple of his shows when he first came on. Got so tired of hearing that.... Skydiver would really spice up the show... "So, how's that working for you?" Well, Phil if it was fuckin working for me; would I be on the fuckin show? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I must admit to being a laggard when it comes to TV series - especially those you HAVE to watch every week just to stay up with the story line. Yes, I have DVR, but there again, I don't watch much TV so sitting around to watch one show for three hours to catch up... well... just not my thing. Enjoy. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Since about 1975? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

This is a valid request and was started by the "Army Reserve Family Program" in 2005. http://www.arfp.org/skins/ARFP/home.aspx?mode=user Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Almost as much as the baseball strike in ummmmmmm... No, I guess not. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

For the first time, I gave it about 18 minutes last night, then decided to read my book some more. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I can tell you that the day you go to the DZ with your daughter to make a jump, your status as a skydiver will be reinforced then. In fact, if you went to any DZ today and told them a little about yourself and would it be alright to just hang out for awhile (not here to make a jump, just thought I'd drop by), my guess is you'd be treated like a embassorial dignitary. I know our DZ would welcome you with open arms... hell some of them old fuckers might even remember you and tell you stories about yourself (prolly shouldn't have the daughter along for that one). Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Gee, thanks, that makes me feel better... Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

OK... so how old are you if you can remember watching that when it was really on TV? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

So, let me see if I got this right... You're admittedly being overly-aggressive downsizing. You ask for input and when it's input you don't like; you post about what they had to say and ask for our analysis of the situation in a totally different thread? The solution is simple, Brother. Stop asking for people's opinions if you're just going to do it your way anyway. Go do it your way and leave it off the boards. Problem solved. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

On more than one occasion, I've educated them about the search function and answered their question at the same time with something along the lines of: Search Function Results: http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?do=search_results&search_forum=all&search_type=AND&search_string=3+rings Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Throw body soap in the toilet. Throw cat in toilet, close lid and sit on lid. Flush, wash, rinse, repeat. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I need one for the poker tables. Was at the Scotty Nguyen tournament yesterday and there's a guy behind me giving a play by play on his cell while we're trying to concentrate and he was loud. I turned around and whispered in his ear (he was standing next to a guy so I didn't want to make him bow up) and politely explained, we're trying to concentrate on the game and your cell phone talk is a little too loud. He still proceeds to bow up and tell me it's his right to talk as he's not in the game. Floor? They took care of it... but it would have been nice to just hit the little button on a black box and make him go find a signal. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

I'm getting breast implants where men have to reach out to here to play with them. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Really doesn't matter 800 or a 1,000. In either case, it was impressive and it's another of several reasons why I chose Eclipse at the time. The two primary reasons being that 1) it had an Icarus Main and components were not interchangeable under rthe exemption, and 2) I liked where the secondary (student) handle was placed for AFP traiing. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

It'll go a lot better if you attach it. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Ya know, just from everyone talking about it, I watched the show one time and I think it was for a grand total of eight minutes. I was going thru the airport a couple of weeks ago and saw he had a book out and did the scan thing while killing time. I still don't get it. Can somebody please share with me how or why this man got more than his 15 minutes? Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.

Another thing - the manufacturers could make the certificates nontransferable in large watermark on the certificate and stick to it. Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard.