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I guess so. I seem to remember the liberal GOP obsessing over a blowjob and a stained dress a few years back. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Bullshit. We do plenty of negotiating with terrorists when they're on our side. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Hey, it's not like the picture showed him having a threesome or anything! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Boy he really gets around (see attached).

The title of this post reminded me of one Kevin O'Connell made to rec.skydiving about 6 years ago. Those of you who didn't play around over there missed out on some amazingly good posts by Kevin. Anyhow, quoted below is his post of the same title (quoted without his permission of course) Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

That's kind of the point isn't it? It'd be damn tough to skydive below all those people who don't! I've been with my girlfriend for a little over 4 years. In that time I've taken her on 6 tandems. I also taught her an AFF FJC, but she backed out before ever gearing up and that's fine. I don't need her to be a jumper, I just need her to accept that I'm one. It gets difficult sometimes, but you work through it. Once in awhile you need to spend some weekend/vacation time with the SO instead of skydiving. The specific relationship and your significant other's sense of security will determine how much of that time is necessary. If it gets to be too much, you'll probably have to pick between them and skydiving. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Yes. My uncle who died in February had a fair amount of money (30+ million). No I have not benefitted from it financially though. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

One of our jumpers died a couple years ago and his parents donated his rig to our DZ specifically for this purpose (i.e. to loan to newer jumpers who could not yet afford their own gear.) We do occasionally charge rental on it in order to get money for the maintenance costs (quite high given the experience of the folks jumping it), but for the most part it is available for free. It's a pretty nice newer Javelin with a Triathlon 190, so it works well for this purpose. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I don't really remember my converson from MLW-R/C to ROL-throwout. I think it was somewhere around 25-30 jumps and probably took about half an hour to switch me on deployment method and EP's (SOS to DOS). I was back on the SOS system when I had a cutaway on jump 33, but have two cutaways on DOS systems since. Switching from ROL to BOC was essentially no conversion, just remember where it is. Actually, I remember a 15-jump stretch at around jump 55 in which I jumped about 5 rigs that were somehow different than the others, and I never jumped the same rig twice in a row. Every time I walked to the airplane, I'd go through my deployment and emergency procedures until I felt I could remember them for the next half hour. Mind you some of the changes were minimal, e.g. presence or lack of an AAD or RSL. That wasn't a very wise series of jumps and I wouldn't recommend it for another low-timer, but what the hell, I lived through it. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'm quite certain that I was neither the first nor the last to nominate you for that one (We could start a poll in Speaker's Corner if you'd like). January 26, 2000 you wrote: "John Kallend is REALLY an annoying little fuck." and that's how I got my number. Oh I agree that I got you your number. I'm just quite certain that I was neither the first nor the last to call you an annoying little fuck. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Not wanting a new law is liberal? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Hey MadJohn...who's going to try and babysit the Cocks through rehearsals this year? You? Bess? Fresh meat? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'm pretty sure that my real life personality makes my online personality seem like a church mouse by comparison. I'd guess this is backwards from most people (who are shyer in real life), but it certainly wouldn't be the only thing to qualify me as a "freak". Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You don't recall? Ummm...memories are like socks...everyone's lost a few. Oh of course! What was I thinking? Sorry for the confusion. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Something like that, and entirely too long that's for sure. I sent you a PM a few weeks ago asking you what other boogies you were doing this year, but you didn't answer. I'll assume you didn't get it rather than you're ignoring me. :-) Solid enough to put 150 jumps on so far this year, get me through the AFFCC last month, and yet still qualify me for heavy metal loads. :-) Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'm quite certain that I was neither the first nor the last to nominate you for that one (We could start a poll in Speaker's Corner if you'd like). Proof positive that being annoying doesn't mean a person is always wrong.

wow. that club is almost 7 years old now.

Let's get something straight here, I normally can't stand subtitled movies. I want to watch and listen to movies, not read them. Still, last night I watched one of the rare exceptions that proves the rule. "Russian Ark" has, as the name might suggest, a Russian audio track. You have to read the English subtitles. However the movie is all shot from a first person perspective, as if you were inside the mind of the principal character, which somehow makes the subtitles easier to accept. Also, the main character never looks in a mirror, so you don't know what "you" really look like. Here's the bigger kicker though, the movie is 96 minutes long and was shot in one continuous 96-minute take. The film is essentially a homage to Russian art & culture, and especially the role the Hermitage has played in that arena. You (first person) wander through the Hermitage, sometimes alone, sometimes with a time-travelling "European" (presumably French) diplomat. You go through doors, climb/descend stairs, even float up above the other people on occasion, while watching different (non-sequential) aspects of the last 300 years of Russian history fold out in front of you, and all of it without a "cut!". I don't know how they kept the camera so stable through some of the transitions. Anyhow, this is a wierd, very "artsy" movie. My girlfriend had a hard time staying awake, especially because I didn't want her talking to me...I was engrossed. If you only like movies with dick jokes, nekkid chicks, or great stunts, this movie isn't for you. But if you feel like watching something dramatically different, you might want to give it a shot. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

There is no option for me. I used a MLW-ripcord as a student, and started mixing in an ROL throwout around jump 25-30. My first BOC jump was probably around jump 50. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Imagine you are involved in a hard canopy collision at 2000 feet that rings your bell pretty well and destroys your main. You're a little punch-drunk as you settle in under your reserve 1000 feet above a forest. It looks like running downwind might get you clear of the trees, but just barely and there you see powerlines and a packed parking lot. What size reserve do you want for this situation? If you're worried about canopy compatibility, get some CRW experience and then pick a reserve based on the above scenario. If you're concerned about your rig looking cool, get over that and then pick a reserve based on the above scenario. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Charlie Moore was still jumping in Texas as of 1999, and Carl Daugherty was on the 300-way in 2002. Unfortunately also in 2002, Mike Barber drowned after landing in the ocean while filming a scene for the Bruce Willis movie "Tears of the Sun." Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I had a first clear & pull student who cleared and started pulling on his 3-rings. He eventually gave up on that, arched, then pretty much froze. His AAD worked as advertised and I met him at the bar the next evening for a beer and to encourage him focus on his mountain climbing efforts. I explained that on the mountain he can stop & think about things but that there's no pause button in skydiving. He contemplated making one more jump just to prove something or other, but I was successful in convincing him that a) he didn't need to, and b) it was his idea not to. Another jumper kept consistently fucking up in ways that were dangerous to himself and to others. Upon being told that we could no longer take the risk of him killing himself or someone else at our DZ, he went across town to where my roommate was instructing. I talked to my friend and tried to convince him not to take this guy on but was unsuccessful. A couple weeks later he was bragging to me about how well this student was doing, that it must have just been a personality difference between him and me, etc. 6-8 weeks after that the guy was on a lifeflight after hooking himself in. He did survive, and got lots of shiny metal pieces installed as a reminder of his flirtation with death. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

One of our databases sends an automated response to requests. One night it hiccupped and sent me 725 of those responses. I went click-shift-scroll-click-forward, entered the e-mail addresses of the people responsible for the database and their boss, then hit send. It took my computer about 20 seconds to send them all. THEIR computers got one message every 10-15 seconds for hours. Having those little windows that pop up saying you have a new message, they couldn't do anything. :-) Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

No finesse required, just install some big I-beam bumpers. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I've got a bunch of those little numbers. Outlaw #3005 (I wanted a t-shirt) ABG#1 (Arlo's Big Goober...very exclusive "club", I'm one of three) TWS#2 (Teva's With Socks...I'm 2 of 2 [Kallend's #1]) ALF#16 (Annoying Little Fuck...tho' I'm really not all that little) Yep, I'm a regular clique-meister. Seriously though, I like to consider myself part of the "skydivers who aren't complete idiots" group. Skydiving provides a common interest that is immediately obvious and thus a simple first topic of conversation. Much better than hem-hawing around with a whuffo. I couldn't give a rat's ass whether a person flies on their belly, butt, head, with wings, doees CRW, or anything else. As long as they're not an idiot we can have an entertaining conversation. It might be a bit "lively" if they're a yuppie who wants to count tunnel time towards a license/rating, thinks people who jump Cessna's are hicks who can't really skydive, wants to fuck every student out of as many dollars as they can, and has no idea how to assemble their own gear, but it'll still be entertaining. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)