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Anecdotal evidence, as I don't know the law: A couple months ago a 4 year old girl went missing in the town neighboring mine. A call went out for volunteers and I found myself down at a community center that night with an awful lot of cops and firemen. The way it worked, each of us civilians/firefighters paired up with a cop and hit the streets. We would approach a front door together, the cop would tell the homeowner what we were doing there and ask for permission for me to search the property. Once that was given, I took off and searched sheds, crawlspaces, cars, etc, while the cop did paperwork with the homeowner acknowledging their property had been searched. Unfortunately we never did find the girl, but the procedure did suggest that cops should try for permission, at least when there's no probable cause. Note - no civilians were assigned to the thermal imaging team that was covering the same neighborhood. Considering the search went through a couple nights, I imagine they were entertained by at least a couple bedrooms. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Well I don't know about THAT!

..and the above reply offers more; the confirmation that a few pounds does not have dramatic effects. Being a larger guy myself (around 210 lbs), I rarely need weights, but when I do it's like 15-25 lbs. For me, I can't think of a situation in which I would use

One year for christmas I gave my parents, brother, and sister each a certificate redeemable for one tandem with me. Neither of my parents are interested, my sister isn't but wants to know if her husband can use it, and my brother would like to but didn't show up the day we planned it (I drove over to do it at Kapowsin, close to his house, and ended up just fun-jumping all day, not that a family-tandem wouldn't be fun). My parents have come out to watch me skydive once, and they've watched videos & listened to stories, but every once in awhile my mom still pipes up with the "when are you going to stop?" bit. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I've got about 25 reserve packjobs. Nobody else has touched my reserve in 4 or 5 years, and that guy had just built a new container for and I'd asked him to pack it while I watched to see if there were any "tricks" to the packing instructions. If I knew how to sew I'd go get my ticket, but I don't have a lot of time or motivation in that regard, as I don't want to pack other people's reserves other than in emergencies (out of town boogie w/ $80 repack rates or whatever they're getting away with these days). Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I've made exactly one jump on the front side, as it was required to get my tandem rating. It scared the hell out of me. It took every bit of concentration I had to not try to take control of the freefall/deployment, I made the guy who took me "STOP IT!" when he started spiralling the canopy, and we argued about how to approach the landing area and when to turn in on final. In retrospect, I guess it was a good experience, but I have almost no interest in making another one. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I'm not sure how many night jumps I have, probably around 20, maybe a couple more, but I only have 3 with any sort of moon up, and it was behind clouds on one of those. Night jumps w/ no moon are way more fun than night jumps w/ full moon, unless you're trying to land in a stadium that has turned off all their lights! My last night jump was with a full moon and it was like...light out. I could see well enough to even throw a little front riser turn into the landing...of course then my shadow scared the hell out of me as I was coming through the recovery arc. No shadows to deal with on a no moon night. Oh well, I still got a decent swoop out of it, thus making it my funnest "with moon" night jump, and certainly better than a panic turn to avoid my shadow. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

What car are you planning on driving? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

When I click the video vault link from the home page, I get this: "Error! Video_Vault is not a valid category! Return to Previous Page" Suggestions? Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Return of the Living Dead What about Bob? "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Mine's pretty simple - Thunderbird w/ OJ. A couple years ago my girlfriend had something along the lines of a bar mat. We were on a winery tour, and on a bet, she drank a full glass out of the pot everyone pours their remainders in. It was more of a drunkfest than an actual tasting, so there's a reasonable chance nobody had spit in it, but that particular winery made bad wines to start with (alone) so who knows. "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

After a couple years of getting uncurrent/recurrent/uncurrent/recurrent/uncurrent/recurrent due to 3 shoulder surgeries, the only ones that apply to me now BARELY beat the freefliers when they're combined! (and only if I cheat a little ) "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

How much weight did ya lose Ed? Good job! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

I went to high school with "Josie Bisset" (actually Jolyn Heutmaker, the blonde from Melrose Place). Her best friend chased me for awhile and we all goofed off together in drama classes. If I'd known how "Josie" was gonna turn out, I'd have dated her friend just to get closer to her! :-) I use to hang out at a bar that the irritating guy "Larry" from Three's Company frequented. He seemed like an ass. Outside of those, I've met a porn star or two and quite a few pro athletes. All seemed pretty normal in passing. I came close to meeting Chris Cornell a few times, as I was dating a girl he'd recently dumped, but luckily never ended up in a room with both of them. She was psychotic and I'm sure it would have been ugly. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

LOL...ya gotta love cross-thread humor, but if you people keep pushin' the sushi and you'll mess up my career as a fry cook. "There's fuckin' room to move as a fry cook. I could be manager in two years. King. God." Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

LOL...I can't pick just one response to that! Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

and owned a thong, I could do this. http://www.3dfestival.com/tmp/kozoFlash.htm Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Here are a couple: http://www.gm.com/automotive/innovations/altfuel/vehicles/silverado_sierra.htm With the ethanol version, you'd gain 5 hp and lose 25 lb.ft. of torque. GM is supposed to start selling full-size hybrid trucks this fall. Your checking account will still know it's a truck, but at a speculated 22ish mpg, it's a substantial improvement over current gasoline efficiency. I drive a Toyota Tundra, while my girlfriend commutes in a Civic. Just last night she was telling me she spent $59 on gas last month...or about what I spend every 10 days fueling the truck. That extra 6 mpg would save me around $525 per year (assuming $1.60/gallon), in addition to being a bit more environmentally friendly. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

sperm ashtray? :-) Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

So she didn't so much want to die, as she wanted to call attention to her problems to see if anyone (specifically you) can help. That's a good thing. Suicide attempts that include phone calls like that are a last ditch desparate cry for help, which is a lot better than the person who simply accepts that no help will be enough and death is the only way to make it stop. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

You can be FAIRLY sure he isn't a crack head after your wallet. I suspect drug addicts are approximately as common among police ranks as they are among the general population. Off the top of my head, the only crack addict I can think of right now also happens to be a full time cop. Granted I don't run in those circles anymore, so my exposure to that element of our society is pretty limited. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

The officers mistook his phone for a gun and mistakenly believed their lives were in danger from it. I'd like to hope that if they had it to do over again with the knowledge that it was just a phone, they wouldn't have killed him. Agreed, and that wasn't his only one. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Blue right now, with no breeze, but the DZ is closed and I'm carrying an emergency phone that ties me to the ground anyhow. Actually, I did change my stance somewhat, in that I admitted this shooting was in response to a threat. Still, you're correct that there is more to it and that I have a bias that is unlikely to change. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)

Killing someone for brandishing a cell phone isn't a mistake? I conceded that in this case it may have been an honest mistake, but I certainly wouldn't go so far as to say that killing someone who's threatening to dial 1-800-CALL ATT is the correct course of action. Blues, Dave "I AM A PROFESSIONAL EXTREME ATHLETE!" (drink Mountain Dew)