ChrisL

I bought a new 2009 Toyota corolla 3 years ago. I now have 89,000 miles on it. You drive how much you drive. Just keep a proper maintenance schedule __ My mighty steed

I know exactly what you mean :) I'm a 6', 230 lb weight lifter, covered with tattoo's, shaved head, ride a Harley to work, play lead guitar in a hard rock/metal band at night, and jump out of planes on the weekend. BUT I'm a UNIX admin at an IT company full of pale geeks that go home at night and get right back on their computers to play WOW or Everquest, or even worse, continue working cuz they like to. I stand out a little bit around here, but I cant say I mind it

what he said. But still could you please post pictures/videos Enjoy the jump I will. Forecast for the afternoon looks good so far :) __ My mighty steed

Nice video :) You guys got around 5k ft? __ My mighty steed

Assuming no weather problems (looks good right now), tomorrow afternoon I'll be making a skydive out the bomb bay doors of the Collings Foundations B-17 Flying Fortress "Nine-O-Nine"

I've seen this where the person didn't put the toggle tab through the loop in the steering line when they set the brakes, and when the main deployed one brake is effectively released even though the toggle itself is still stowed on the riser. __ My mighty steed

It is just me or is there nothing moving on that link? Sparky They just scrubbed the mission for today. Winds too gusty. __ My mighty steed

Yep. I already get that. I just get irritated by any attempt to sensationalize or create additional drama by using inaccurate catch phrases. This type of event is dramatic enough to stand on its own without the media adding their touch

I wish everyone would stop saying "the edge of space" space officially begins at 62 miles MSL 23 miles is REALLY REALLY REALLY HIGH UP, but its not the edge of space... __ My mighty steed

Nope. I can state my own ideas and preferences, without it being judgmental about someone else's ideas and preferences. Otherwise, we would never have any discussions here. Oh, and I forgot to mention fat chicks and tatooed people. Glad to see you found the sense of humor in my post. I have many tattoo's. I wont even be able to jump with myself __ My mighty steed

You didn't offer an opinion. You made a judgement. When challenged you took your scenario to a ludicrous extreme in which I end up jumping alone because I have systematically excluded everyone from the people I'm willing to hang out with. Kinda funny actually

Nobody asked you to. You can do whatever you like

You're all over thinking it. As a friend of Bill myself, my take was that he was looking for like-minded individuals with a similar lifestyle to jump and/or hang out with. Seems pretty damn easy to figure out to me. Doesn't everyone do exactly that? Dont have to be a friend of bill to figure that out :) __ My mighty steed

Anyone know if the reverse is also true? My wife is a Canadian citizen. she came to the US 12 years ago with me (I'm a US citizen, lived in BC for 2 years, got married, moved back to the states. She is now a US citizen and holds dual citizenship and has been working here the entire time, paying US income taxes, but not Canadian taxes. Does Canada require its citizens living and working in the USA and paying taxes to the US Govt to pay tax to Canada as well? __ My mighty steed

Who gives a crap if the squirrel was terrified or if it was injured, right? All that matters is that you got a good laugh I'm no do-gooder anything, but that's just cruel. __ My mighty steed

Hope you never get punched or hit in the eye in FF, or have an airbag deploy... or it's goodbye corneal flap. Even decades down the road. That's why I won't do it. PRK is infinitely safter and what I recommend for skydivers or others in very active lifestyles. Theres not a lot of value in sharing this opinion with someone thats already had the procedure. __ My mighty steed

Thanks all for the supportive comments. I have a gigantic hole in my heart and my home, and on top of that my mom passed away unexpectedly only 3 weeks ago. I'm not much for whining usually, and generally work through whatever it may be without wearing my heart on my sleeve, but this has been a really hard month and a few caring comments from some of you folks here really has helped. __ My mighty steed

My little dog-boy walked the last mile yesterday and my wife and I are completely distraught and guilt ridden. He was an 11 year old Jack Russel terrier and he was the biggest little dog in the world. No shit. We got him as a 10 week old puppy in a pet store. We were stupid and didn't know any better. This store (we discovered later) got a lot of their dogs from puppy mills and disreputable breeders. We saw warning signs right from day 1 as he was hyper-alert from the minute we brought him home. He was everything you ever heard about a Jack Russel x10 with the added bonus of mental illness. He had such a sweet side, but his origins had already broken him. Behaviorists (we tried that) told us It was clear that he had been separated from his mother almost immediately from his mother after he was born and they just ship em off to pet stores en masse. Its all about the money right? Forget the fact that these are LIVING creatures with feelings. After we bonded with him he developed the worse separation anxiety I'd ever seen. He would absolutely panic if he sensed either my wife or myself were going to leave, even if it was just leaving the room. Not long after he reached physical maturity that panic started to turn into aggression and he would start snarling and barking and would try to grab your pant legs in his teeth to stop you. More than once the teeth got more than fabric. Benson never walked anywhere. He went at a dead run even if it was a journey of 3 feet to grab his favorite toy. He never hopped down from the sofa or the bed, but launched himself out and landed 4 or 5 feet away at a full gallop. He also couldn't be house broken and he spent most of his adult life wearing a diaper. He wrecked several couches and rugs. We tried behaviorists, tranquilizers, anti-anxiety meds, training, running, crating. you name it, we tried it. Nothing had any effect at all. He was unstoppable. We called him "The Juggernaut" and made light of it because we just couldn't cope with the idea of putting him down. To us, dogs (and cats and other animals) are not just toys or belongings or property to be disposed of if they don't work out the way we want. they are living, breathing, feeling creatures just like we are. the only real difference is the lack of ability to reason, but that doesn't make them any less in my eyes. they are the way god intended except in cases where we (humans) screw them all up. I couldn't make him pay the ultimate price for something that was not his fault. I just couldn't do it. He loved and trusted me and the notion of having him put down felt like a betrayal of the worst order. So we lived with this for over 11 years, over the course of which he grew slowly worse and while we didnt notice it, our lives slowly became warped around the behavior of this little dog. Neither my wife nor myself could hear the sound of a doorbell or keys jingle or another dog bark without cringing and waiting for the ensuing chaos. We developed routines that allowed us to work around his actions, like if my wife wanted to get up to go to bed I'd run him outside for a pee so she could leave the room. When I left for work in the morning she would take him upstairs so he wouldn't attack me or the door. Oh yeah, he attacked the doorknobs when you went through a door. We sold our last house and had to replace every doorknob inside the house before we turned it over to the new owners because they were all ruined. Scratched, dented, chewed. He absolutely had a sweet side too. He used to sit with me at night just the two of us and he was warm and sweet and adoring. Some of you may know this is one of those breeds that tends to bond mostly with one individual who is "their person" I was his person. He loved me and trusted me and in those moments at night he was as sweet and loving and cuddly and warm as anyone could ever hope for. Unfortunately, in the last year or two he has been growing worse and more aggressive and the panic phase has shortened and now he would go straight to aggressive if he thought anything was up. He got away from my wife a month ago when I was leaving for work and got me real good on my leg and hand. the hand bite got infected within 4 hours and I had to go to the ER and get IV antibiotics and a tetanus booster. When he snaps like that I have to grab him and hold him down while my wife muzzles him and then I hold him until the fit passes. Both my wife and myself have several permanent scars on our legs where we weren't fast enough to avoid getting bit, and when he bit they weren't just little nips. He bit hard and drew blood. He had started turning on our other pets too. 2 cats and another dog. the other dog is a female Chinese crested hairless. She is very delicate boned and has no fur so she was at grave risk of a serious injury from him. So yesterday, after an 11 year roller coaster ride of of stress, anxiety, and chaos, he walked the last mile. We are heart broken, torn with sorrow and guilt. We cried for hours last night, and no amount of telling ourselves that there really was no other choice and we had to protect ourselves and our other animals is making even the slightest dent in our grief. We let him down. We failed him in the worst way. I couldn't fall asleep because he was not curled up against my feet where he slept every night for his entire life. Benson entirely filled our house 24x7 with insane, chaotic energy for 11 years. This morning it was so still and quiet it just felt surreal. I'd give almost anything to see him come tearing up to me when I get home. His greetings when I got home were absolutely the best. He was so over-the-top happy to see me when I get home it would melt even the hardest heart. I cant believe my little dog boy is gone. The ordeal is over and I'm not even a little bit relieved. __ My mighty steed

i dont see how to vote. it just shows me how i can enter the contest... Nevermind. I figured it out. 5 paws for Monty

Yep. Boring as hell. I'm gonna go be bored again Saturday

Been married to the same one for 15 years and going very strong. I jump. She doesnt. It works for me

Since she got pregnant, clearly she was not legitimately raped. __ My mighty steed

I think most normal guys know what hand-gliding is, but I dont generally do that outdoors __ My mighty steed

per year??? You dont have enough poll options. I average about 8 per month and thats on the low end compared to a lot of folks on this site. I jump about 8 months of the year (not fond of cold weather jumping) for a total around 65 - 75 per year I wish I could jump more but I'm financially tied. __ My mighty steed

Pictures like that make me want to shoot his former "caregivers" in the face __ My mighty steed