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A.I.D.S = Altitude Induced Divorce Syndrome - The acronym came from somewhere -

If your DVD burner won't format DVDRW media after it's been written to once - I had that problem with mine - a Plextor 704A - I had to update the Firmware from Plextors website - took care of it in a jiff. If you have more questions about anthing to do with DVD's go to http://www.dvdrwhelp.com and you'll be able to find the answer to almost anything DVD related. Z

Once you've turned auto complete off you should download Tracks Eraser Pro. Even with auto complete turned off some web pages stay in the history - I don't know why or how - But, if you run TE Pro once it cleans not only your IE history but recent documents and all that shit too - good program, works well Ciao, z

I'm sorry to hear about your injury - The only thing I can think of is to show you this - Most people imediately feel better about their injuries after looking at my shin after my accident over 3 months ago. The last person I showed this to said, and I quote: "AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! MY EYES!! That leg looks N A S T Y!!! Yegads.....*shudders* Blech! I'm so sorry to hear about your leg...that just looks...ICK! " Hope you get to feelin' better

Yeah, Mexico can be fun but it can also get pretty hairy at times - A couple of co-workers of mine went across in Laredo to work. On the way back they got pulled over by the Federales for speeding - as if they have radars in those crappy VW's they use for police cars - and the driver was forced at gun point to drive to the ATM and take out $250 to pay the "fine". Our company refused to reimburse the dude because the Federales never gave him a receipt. We had another guy who got busted for working without a proper permit - the bastards took all of his credit cards and ran them up to the limit, came back and said your "fine" is $7,462.18. When he asked how they came up with that amount the guy replied "That's your fine". So next time I'm goin' on a road trip I'm headed to freakin' Canada

Man you've got some huge balls - but not for long, mind you - if you take that trip alone without speaking a word of spanish - If the natives don't get ya the federales will

I don't know about those two but I do know a few co-workers that went bull riding for the first time wearing side mounts = fuckin' great

You should probably have her talk to her doctor about that - I blew out two discs in my neck and two in my lower back on a hard opening while wearing a 12lb camera helmet about 4 years ago and I was back jumping in under 4 months. I've been doing camera work with the same size set up ever since and although I can't say it doesn't still bother me from time to time it's really not that bad for the most part. Each case is different though - Ask the doc first..... Blue Skies....Black Death Z

Off to the Head Shop for some D-Tox with ya

You should pass that opportunity on to Boris

You need to relax there bubba - The hardest thing to do, and one of the most important things to do when learning to skydive is to simply relax your body. Jumping out of a plane can be quite overwhelming for most people in the begining and the tendency is to tense up and your body doesn't fly well when it's stiff. Concentrate on relaxing yourself both on the ground and on your way to altitude. Go over the instructions you've been given by your instructors and try not to worry about failing the skydive. That's gonna trip you up every time. Think about it - you said yourself that when you've seen other people turn their bodies barely seem to move - that's becuase it takes surprisingly small movements to turn your body in freefall because the slip stream does most of the work for you. Just a little tip- turn your head in the direction you want to turn - your body's natural tendency is to follow your head. Talk to your instructors - I'm sure they have lots of experience dealing with problems just like this - it's quite common. Most people don't make it though the entire student progression without a slip-up or two. Once you learn how to relax yourself in freefall I'm sure you'll do just fine. Good Luck and Blue Skies Z

Well, what do you know - a fellow shark bite victim. I tell everyone I was either attacked by a shark, bitten by a gator, or mauled by a bear - So far everyone's just said "Damn...did it hurt?" Duh... I just had X-rays taken a week ago and the Fib is pretty much solid but the Tib still has a little way to go. I'm just now starting to walk again so I have a pretty fair limp but it'll get better. Somone recommended that I not jump until I can jump up and down on that leg without too much pain and I think that sounds like a good plan. I've already had 3 surgeries on it and hopefully I won't have to have 27 more like yourself. At least it sounds like you're back an at'em. I hope it won't be too much longer until I can join the rest of ya in the sky again. Have a great one, Z

Well, look at the bright side - you could be stuck on the ground for several months with a shattered Tib/Fib much like me. A few weekends on the ground sucks, yes..... but it just makes getting back in the air all the more fun

On the train between Sweden and Austria we ended up eating ding dongs and elephant beer for breakfast - not all bad actually. The fact that the beer was 22 proof helped.

I've had a couple of those polarized ring sights and both of them had a few bubbles in them. They're actually made up of several different layers and I guess air gets trapped inbetween them during the manufacturing process. I don't even notice the bubbles when looking through it so I honestly don't care.

I almost forgot - if you thought that one looks bad, consider this; that was taken over threee weeks after the surgery - this one was what they sent me home with - Parental discretion is advised

I thought chicks were supposed to dig scars?

It's doesn't hurt that bad any more. The nasty scar is actually a skin graft measuring 12x3. My leg was so swollen that they couldn't close the surgical cuts without the skin graft. There's another Frankenstein sized scar on the inside of my calf as well.

Dear Connie, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is. Love, Dan.

NO! It's not in the seeable stage yet I'm getting this visual of you standing in the living room with a mirror bending all sorts of ways rying to check out the burns on your butt

It's making me laugh and totally forgetting about my burned hiney Mission accomplished. Now can we see pictures?

Sssshhhhh, no one knows about that 3rd nipple thing! Is all of this harassment dulling the burning sensation in your bootie?

Oh shit - I've really done it now.

Sssshhhhh, no one knows about that 3rd nipple thing! Really, I thought it was pretty obvious the way it sticks out the back of your T-shirt

Yep...that's the one...but don't tell anybody