Skinflicka

This is what you get for putting your photo in your avatar, Nick. I think Ivan still can't get over the loss of leatherman from the Village People. That's what you get for high profile jumps in the Bay area. Good look with that one, cowboy. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I doubt that there can be any argument over the continuous contribution of the H-mob to the BASE community over the years but I gotta say...2004 has to be the year of Mr Aiello's son, Tom. This year more than any, Tom has given generously of himself to the scene. I doubt you can read back through the archives of this year without seeing evidence of Tom's love for BASE. He even goes as far as defending the neon pink Dakine nancies and putting up with all my stupid shit. What a humanitarian! I nominate Tom. What say ye? $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Did this reaction involve a concious effort to evaluate the immediate and potential risks and pre-determine a strategy to eliminate them by use of motor skills developed as a result of regular training?...or did you just pick up some paper? Sounds like you'd be well suited to be a juggler. Congratulations. No, seriously...I always wanted to be a juggler...turns out my balls are too big. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I think you touched a raw nerve with our neon pink pansies, Old Bastard. Why not take this one across to Blinc and compare the different flavors of response? $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Is that really a dude or is she hiding her lunch money? $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I'm getting tired of reading such prejudiced and bigotted remarks. There's nothing wrong with really long banisters. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

[meek and fawning demeanor involving cringing and wringing of my cap] errrr, I'm not so sure...buddy? (Tom, help!!!) I hesitate to ask what the band aids are for. 'Bout time, dude. Now that you've blown my cover and alerted all the local pigs to my existance we can go out to the local water tower and get arrested together. Hell, we may as well just hold up a fuckin' bank. I was thinking of the Fifth Third on 16th Street at 2:34 pm. You in? Looking forward to having my @#&* cocked (???) Gimme a shout and let me know when you're stopping by. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

You get a much better picture from HDTV. Trust this helps. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Maybe sooner than you think DenPar. Today I'm gonna buy a Sharpie and write your number in the mens room of every truck stop on I65 between KY (no pun intended) and Indy You're about to learn what it feels like to have a sloppy opening. Here's the story board... Take it easy (???) bro', $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

[To be read in a synthesized metallic voice] The universe is expanding constantly therefore we can not consider even the planet which we call our home to be a fixed object. For this reason I contend that there is no such thing as a BASE jump and you are all smoking crack... Professor Stephen HawSkin' $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I take all the drugs I have on me regardless of whether I'm injured or not. This will prevent any problems with the law. Edited to add...This also prevents them going smelly after the take-by date. Morphine pills? You lightweights. Jacking up is the only way to go. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I think you should quit altogther before you start high-fiving and wearing pink neon. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

It will if you tell us all who she is. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Daniel and the spaniel...the skydiving tits. Drive the big big red bus back to Bedlam you boneheaded British bus-drivin' burk. And stay awff my manor. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

The balls equivalent, Ray?

I jumped a few times with a puckered starfish. I've also jumped with a sick leather-headed womb ferret. cheers, $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

We know you didn't tanslate that yourself cuz you spelled the whole thing correctly. Skijnflijcka $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Hear, hear. That's the post I had in mind, Ray. The only part where I think you may give some people too much credit is that these concepts are "common knowledge". If only... You can always tell an enlightened and well educated man. His opinions, naturally, coincide with yours. Stay alive little ones. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

There are two different concepts here I think that are receiving the same attention. 1) teaching Teaching takes a particular skill set. A skilled teacher conveys accurately the facts that are needed to be retained and he does this in such a way that the learning method of the student is recognized and optimized upon. Most people can't even get this part right. This is akin to a mental download at best. 2) Mentoring The way of the Jedi, so to speak. The master takes the student under his wing and not only teaches but is a role model, instills ethics, morals and the basis for further learning and exploration. True understanding, in effect. You cannot mentor without sufficient experience. You can only teach. And yes, you. The one with a few jumps when you "put someone off". You have responsibility for them. It's your fault when they're dead. No exceptions. The mentor releases the student and responsibility is assumed by the student. This is because responsibility for the student was accepted at the beginning of the eduction. Quite a burden. Don't kill some daft twat who knows no better. Find another way to tickle your enormous ego. Just to clarify... Teacher...think FJC. You have a week of me and you're away. Mentor...Live and breathe like me grasshopper and I'll make you a star. Now go clean the toilet while I meditate. Seriously, there's a big difference...and it shows. Thanks again to Skypunk (RIP bro') ,Jimmy ,Mike, Steve, Mark and Justin. Never a teacher in sight. Lump-in-throatedly, $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

I agree. Have him killed before someone gets hurt. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Not usually a problem for those with opposing thumbs. If you're nimble you can usually shimmy up the leg ties (the thin poles at 45 degrees to the main legs which criss-cross their way to the top). If you're fat...well, go on a diet, Pork Chop and we'll see you at the bridge. Dr. AdSkins. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Looks good, man. Especially now you've knawed the rest of the horns off. In fun, $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

Dear Supafly, You look oddly familiar. Have you had a recent haircut? (See attached) $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

And that's the word from a guy who changed BASE history. Crap pants and a cigarette. That's my kind of engineering. When the text books get written A.D.s name had better be in there or I'll haunt their asses. The smoking man rules (in a carcinogenic sense, of course). Respect. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.

First jump course my ass. Hail the return of the old school. Next you'll have to get his rig confiscated and check him into the Steel Bar View Motel. Good work fellas. $kin. Prizes to anyone who gets to read my posts before Mr Aiello's son, Tom deletes them.