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My take: St. Pierre dominates Hughes again. Liddell catches Wanderlei with a wild punch. Machida wins by decision in a defensive battle w/Sokoudjou (whenever Sokodjous closes Machida will back off and counter is my take.) Guillard drops Clementi in a wild brawl I'd prefer to see Wanderlei & Sokodjou win. Go Dan Henderson Vs. Anderson Silva in March-UFC 82! You're always the starter in your own life!

I'm a huge Vietnam War history buff. I think it came from watching strange images on tv as a child and wondering "What the hell is that?" As you know there is a veritable museum of books written on every aspect of the Vietnam War. I've probably read over 60 of them. Each book has its strength or focus and so I jot these down in the time I have: The World Almanac of the Vietnam War All u need, enuff said. Other stuff America in Vietnam -- Professor Guenter Lewey, phenomenal intellectual abridgement of how, why, what, law of war, etc., also dispels nonsense of disparity of blacks in the Nam, Geneva conventions governing. Best and Brightest -- David Halberstam Brilliant work about the architects of the conflict. He was recently killed in an auto accident by a UCLA student following a lecture at, where else, UCLA. We Were Soldiers Once and Young - Hal Moore Battle of Ia Drang Nov. '65. The most vividly described, horrific battle of the conflict. Throw away the movie, this book is for real. Summons of the Trumpet (wow wee! a breakdown of the strategic failures that lead to our entry, the conflict and our withdrawal. powerful stuff for the West Point future general.) In Retrospect - by former Secy of Defense McNamara... it's 1963, there are 14,000 U.S. advisors in the Republic of South Vietnam. You as Secretary of Defense receive a confidential memo from the Pentagon. It states that the Southeast Asian wargames have concluded. The outcome: if the U.S. escalates the conflict, the North will match our manpower. It will reach epic proportions, stalemate, with the only option of success, genocide. In short, we will engage a foe who, even in 10 or 15 to 1 kill ratios, will continue to field troops on the battlefield to fight us. What do you do? Escalate of course !@#$%! Shelby Stanton - Rise and Fall of an American Army Green Berets at War (poor Shelby, his book cover touted him as a wounded combat vet. Another book exposed him as never having set foot in country, was injured elsewhere, and used the Vet moniker to help sell his books. His books are awesome though-well researched. NAM ... Mark Baker ooh, cold, very cold. A boatload of crazy Nam stories by Vets describing the horrors, elations, craziness and mindnumbing experiences. Oh, one more. Vietnam: Order of Battle This book was made by the pound. If you were in the 'NAM, your unit is in here. I could go on and on and I better, out the door. You're always the starter in your own life!

Interesting point. But in caveman times, men did move on. After the lure of attraction and good sex, cavemen once again left the side of the women to hunt in packs while the women raised the children and provided most of the food. Cavemen were quite jealous, but would quickly steal the unguarded mate of another if an advance was reciprocated and safe. In the closest comparison there is, studies of tribes show women doing most of the early child rearing, which, actually, is true today. Funny you should mention love. Fascinatingly enough, love appears to be an evolutionary adaptation for mate selection. From a waist-to-hip ratio of .70, symmetrical features, lustrous hair, good muscle tone--all these qualities that men desire are actually markers of fertility. Since cavemen would always be checking out who's in the next cave, the prize of fidelity in the women meant cavedude didn't have to worry about siring some other caveman's progeny. Men want good looks, youth and fidelity. Women, on the other hand (sorry, bad phrasing) desire a man who is a good provider, has good financial prospects and social status. It's a trade off. The part that cracks me up about that are the attraction studies where they have well-to-do frumpy guys next to hot young model dudes dressed in blue collar uniforms. One would think the model guys would be picked repeatedly by the women doing the surveys, but nope, they notoriously pick the fat frumpy rich dudes--lowering their standards to elevate their status. While that's not always indicative of the real world, mate selection can vary (we tend to pick those who not only look similar to us, but are generally equal in attractiveness.) I just got an instant message from a Geico Caveman telling me to knock it off. Sorry, gotta go. You're always the starter in your own life!

Now that puts new meaning into "Have your cake and eat it too!" You're always the starter in your own life!

To answer the question, Do you have one every time? I’ll say this: I’ve never had to fake it. What a sad state of affairs for women trying to achieve orgasm. Only some 20% of women experience orgasm during the dirty deed. Two prominent studies show over half of all women suffer from some sexual problem. Heck, Elisabeth Lloyd, a professor and chair at Indiana University, wrote a book that suggests female orgasm may have not any evolutionary purpose; period! She suggests orgasm may be incidental, not purposeful (i.e., for reproductive success, mate branding/guarding, etc.) The late highly acclaimed biologist Stephan J. Gould strikes again. (His research brought him to the same conclusion.) Here’s something that may not be commonly known: Intimacy for women, cheap thrill for men: research on orgasm using brain scans showed the parts of the brain activated were different in women then from men. Parts of the brain involving intimacy and trust lit up for women, lower animal pleasure centers for men. Researchers suggest the notion that women, in order to have orgasm, must trust and release themselves in order to get the big ‘O.’ Heck, women are more successful getting the big O solo then with a partner. I guess it’s because they’re having sex with someone they love. Mr. Right Hypothesis: studies show married women orgasm more frequently then single women. While it gets slightly more complicated then that, in essence, studies show birds took flight with guys they’re really attracted to. (Lloyd discounts this as a male derived bias in her book.) Studies often show the causality between the quality of the orgasm and the quality of the marriage. While not the whole story, another study flipped the lights back on: frequency and desire in women drop sharply after just one year, then declines steadily until just 4 years into it her desire was down 50%! Oh no, 20% after 20 years, eeek! Whether women are keeping their “resources” scarce to keep their man interested, or men maintain their higher sex drive for mate guarding (against other men) and/or to keep their girl faithful (since they’re always ready,) it’s not fun. This is not a good state of affairs for the sexes (unless you’re a homosexual – the busiest group in every study.) But it could be worse—consider “Lesbian Bed Death.” Ultimately, when driving the sex bus, it’s up to the operator. True, if sexual activity were measured by frequent flyer miles, the sky would be filled with solo flights! Hmm, no wonder the decline in in-flight meals. You're always the starter in your own life!

Hi Superkat, whassup! So you're standing around in the Sexual Unemployment line are ya. Hey, ya gotta get out more dude. Then again, consider what Jim Carrey once said: "I was having sex once with two women, one beautiful and another who was fat and ugly, and the ugly one said, 'Save it for me!'" According to your request, it's kind of hard for people to admit their sexual failures or trysts that went untrysted. It's like... and then she fell asleep. Or, and I drank too much and couldn't heed the call to action. Or, the well ran dry and so did my libido. Or, one of my favorites, "My girlfriend wants to meet you." And she pushes the bouncer out of the way. I mean, that's really asking alot. Consider the age old approach: denial. Hey, you just have to get out and socialize more. Match.com, Yahoo Personals, whatever. Heck, me, I get it all the time... under the stairweel, behind the bushes.. in the limo going down the freeway.. on the secluded park bench with the dog barking. I've never met a Superkat that couldn't turn on the charm and get busy. You're ingenious, now get busy! You're always the starter in your own life!

Freaky, your hair "passed" your waist! I think that's a good sign, a sign that you'll be just fine--in fact the movement of your hair down towards your half moons usually coincides with the alignment of the stars. Based upon that observation one can surmise that now is the time to focus on success--specifically, those actions (visualized) needed to complete the jump. Aligning thoughts in that manner should work to dispel any notion of the contrary. In fact, get angry at the thought of failure and gain strength from the power you possess to succeed. You're always the starter in your own life!

No, there's no suggestion in your comment ... like dropping the notion that a little Coffee-Mate Coconut Creme in your coffee will serve it up just right. Which got me thinking, what is it in pineapple juice? The fructose maybe? In either case, enjoying the moment is truly what it's about. Judging from this place, acts of celibacy are committed every day here--as confirmed by ample commiseration. What people don't know is that's a violation of the First Rule of Skydiving: Live in every moment. What the hell does that got to do with the topic? Hell if I know, just wandered off on a tangent (which brings me back to rule #1!) What were we talking about anyway? You're always the starter in your own life!

Those were the days. True, there was one boxer who faced Royce Gracie in UFC 1 wearing gloves... dumb. I attended UFC 7 in Buffalo, NY. Marco Ruas won his 3rd fight of the night against 6'9" 300lb+ Paul "The Polar Bear" Varelans. In the elimination tournaments after that the best fighter ended up getting injured and couldn't continue. Alternates stepped in, sort of mucking up the events. Today's fighters are more dangerous and every fight leaves both fighters pretty busted up. Aahhh, the humanity! You're always the starter in your own life!

Mayweather is a salesman, besides, the UFC and Pride dole out chump change compared to the take on major boxing cards. Think about it, you are the #1 undefeated pound-for-pound champ in the world. The MMA world is the fastest growing combat sports audience/market out there. Antagonize a few, take in a few more millions. Why back it up? The UFC can't afford you, they're too busy ripping off fighters. Have you ever seen the real purses UFC fighters make? They are often publised on MMAWeekly.com. Besides, there's a guy out there who wants to back it up. His name is Cintron. Kermit Cintron. The 5'11" welterweight fighter has 28 fights, 27 knockouts and one loss. He is the IBF Champion. When he heard of Sherk's offer, he jumped on the opportunity... and why not? Cintron was an outstanding high school wrestler who turned down two college scholarships to wrestle. If Dana White can pony up the dough, Cintron will knock Sean Sherk out just as quickly as Sherk tries to shoot. Look what Liddell did to Couture. Boxers may be one dimensional, but if they're good, that's one BAD dimension. Besides, no well paid boxer in his right mind would blow a future boxing payday in an MMA match that might net you $20k but result in injury. Injuries in MMA are perhaps 10x more then in boxing. Injuries shorten careers. I agree with much of what you said, heck, I'm a huge MMA fan. But the real game is about $$$. Cintron in action: http://www.ifilm.com/video/2688561 You're always the starter in your own life!

"Them Little Debbies look good, er, Tastykakes too, Oreos, hmm, phuck it, I'll take a motherphuckin' Moonpie!" You're always the starter in your own life!

I take Designer Whey Protein (2x/day,) then fish, milk or chicken. I take in very little red meat as it is not good for you on a daily basis. I also abide by the American Cancer Society's recommendation to avoid grill cooked meat as it tends to produce nitrosamines, a carcinogen created by the reaction of fat with fire. Whey protein rocks for recovery during heavy training. Now, when it comes to those who imbibe the other, unmentioned protein consider this: a healthy dose can result in 50 million swimmers. For some unexplained reasons, male sperm production worldwide has been declining--1% per year according to one Danish study. When it comes to shock value, check out JackAss2 (they gulp it from a horse!) But for those wishing to increase swimmers, Folic acid and Zine sulfate work for some people. You're always the starter in your own life!

A sailer sidles up to a real live Pirate hanging out at the bar and strikes up a conversation. Curious, the sailor inquires about the Pirate's features... How'd you get a peg leg? Aaargh! Me lost me leg when me fell into a pool of sharks, Aaargh! The Pirate locks his right hook around the handle and bottom of his wooden mug and downs his beer in one pirate gulp. How'd you lose your hand? Me Jolly Roger! On the high seas, a raiding party, had me hand sliced off with a sword. But the owner of that sword lies at the bottom of King Neptune's pond! Aaargh! How'd you lose your eye? Me eye! Aye! I lost me eye when a seagull shit in my eye! So seagull poop took out your eye? No! It was my first day with the hook! You're always the starter in your own life!

What I've learned for the next run is this: wind sprints. Lots of them, combined with interval running. Next, supplements, protein powder, Collagen, MSM, Gelatin, Glucosamine, Pedialyte mixed with orange juice. Then rest & recovery. Best of Luck! You're always the starter in your own life!

When a coworker asked me to join him in the Broad Street Run, a 10 miler straight down the relatively flat Broad Street in Philadelphia, I said, “Sure.” Heck, what’s 10 miles to a guy like me? I do 100lb single arm dumbbell curls, 425lb bench presses, 505lb deadlifts, 530lb squats, and I bike for 10 minutes, what’s a 10 mile trot? I have two weeks. By race day I had completed 4 runs: 2 for 3 miles, 1 for 5 and 1 for 6. Standby Broad Street Runners, I am ready (right.) Two years ago a minor knee problem hobbled my hobby of running. Dusting it off now, I was ready to kick some ass, even if it were my own. At the starting line Sunday morning at 8:28 a.m., 17,873 people showed up to run. Then, walking through a swirling cloud of smoke, my friend and I appeared (I dream.) Runners wrapped in sweats began tossing their warm clothing into trash cans and anywhere, one even throwing her sweater up in the air where it brushed some unsuspecting guy’s shoulder before hitting the ground. At 8:30 the race sounded with a horn and anticipation soared. It took over 3 minutes for the 8 minute mile mob to move up to run across the starting line. Behind me was the 9, 10, you get it. Last year 15,000 ran the Broad Street Run, claimed as the fastest run in America and the 2nd largest. I heard 2,000 dropped out and never made it. It was beyond awesome. I had never seen so many porta-potties. Runners were everywhere, and so were buzzing news choppers. As we were circling the Central High School track before the race, my friend and I were profiling who the fastest runners might be. Stepping out as if we had called her, a group of people parted and a 90lb 5’2” Kenyan woman emerged, trotting lightly by in the opposite direction. What a light gait. A potentially fast gait. Yup. 6 miles into the race I was feeling pretty good. By mile 7-8 I was in the zone. Actually, I was cresting a wave of delirium induced by fatigue. You know you’re getting tired when your surroundings blur, and you’re telescoped into a world of continual sensations of bodily discomfort. Aside from that, I felt great! I had passed PA Governor Ed Rendell earlier; he wasn’t running he was out greeting runners. The wind was at our backs and the temps were cool. By mile 9 I was wiped out, constantly re-focusing on my breathing and pace, and feeling pretty shit-like. It was about this time that I realized a lot of fat people and weekend workout types were running past me. Picture the Hulk being passed up by Bruce Banner. I better not get below 3rd gear. Boy I feel like shit. During the race I saw streets and places as progress towards the finish line. Several times during the race I looked around and wondered how I got to where I was. A moment later that same thought would re-enter my brain. As I rounded the curve inside the Philadelphia Navy yard, I saw the finish line, the end of the race, victory! Phuck that, it was relief, plain and simple. As I write this lying in a tub full of Epsom salts drinking a beer, I think of the small Kenyan woman, Naomi Wangui, who I saw on the track earlier that day. She was the fastest woman in the race. Her time of 53:43 was so fast, at 5 minutes 22 seconds a mile she could’ve beaten me hopping down Broad Street in a potato sack. Her and 6,649 other runners beat my time. Next year, I’m going to actually train for the run. Next year, 2,000 of them are going down! You're always the starter in your own life!

Interesting story, but from all that I've read, not plausible. Check out the book "Case Closed" by Gerald Posner. He discredits many of the conspiracy theories off the bat. For a more in-depth view, consider Vincent Bugliosi's (Helter Skelter) recent book, "Reclaiming History: The Assassination of President John F. Kennedy." He devotes a chapter to the mob and the CIA. There were a lot of murky things going on at the time, but none of them, rumors aside, stand next to the truth-- Lee Harvey Oswald, acting alone, shot and killed JFK. Somehow even the conspiracists forget to mention three things: 1.) A witness looked up and saw Oswald fire from the 6th floor of the schoolbook depository building; and 2.) A witness saw Oswald throw his jacket under a car while running away from the murder of Dallas police officer J.D. Tippett. 3.) Marina Oswald admittedly took the photo in the backyard of Lee holding a rifle and the newspaper--it wasn't fabricated. Regarding the grassy knoll, acoustics research determined it echoed the shots from the depository building--there was no shooter there as the trajectory of the shots do not coincide with the impact wounds of the victims (Kennedy and Connolly.) Kennedy's murder resulted in the largest homicide investigation in history. What maybe new are rumors, but no physical evidence shows otherwise (i.e. FBI neutron activation tests showed all rounds came from Oswalds stock of ammo.) You're always the starter in your own life!

I think this fight is an 80/20 outcome. 80% Randy, 20 % Mirko ... Here's how the fight would go. Mirko and Randy would close towards the center of the ring. Randy, semi-crouched, with his fists closed in guard around his head would bob side-to-side as he stepped towards and constantly pressed Mirko. Cautious, Mirko would repeat his performance versus Fedor by constantly moving out of range, only momentarily to strike. Just as Fedor did, Randy would be pressing the action--then, at the flash of what appeared to be an opening or exchange, Randy would shoot in for the takedown. Mirko, defending from the ground, would be on the receiving end of major ground and pound--done with greater skill then even Fedor. And that's how the fight would go. Randy by unanimous decision or by submission. Unlike Mark Coleman's beatdown at the hands of Mirko, Randy, a two-time Olympic alternate and consummate MMA professional, is to savvy to bother trading strikes. Fedor may be the best all-around heavyweight fighter in the world, but in strictly a grappling matchup, Randy's wrestling generalship would prevail. Against Mirko, who has never faced a wrestler of Randy's caliber, the fight would be a tactical "mud wrestling match" in the sense that a clash of tactics would leave Mirko at a loss for solutions. 20% After several takedowns and unsuccessful submission attempts, a tired Randy Couture gets caught with a straight right while reaching for a leg. Leg kicks have punished the champion in this fight. Stunned, the champion shoots. Terribly fatigued the champ gets caught with a knee then several combinations before the dreaded bomb kick lays him out. An alarm clock pops up on the ring apron. I've met Randy. He's the genuine thing--a humble champion and a real professor in the fight game. Should be an awesome matchup! You're always the starter in your own life!

Bravo! "Your answer [my internet friend'] is like chaff in the wind, your answer is like chaff in the wind." with apologies to Kansas. You're always the starter in your own life!

Go Iggles! You're always the starter in your own life!

That's right! We're the only ones who have time for this shit because we don't have shit to do. As for the moderators, they wouldn't shit us, we're their favorite turds. (I know, that was an absolutely, truly disgusting visual but I never said you had to see it, I was speaking figuratively, not literally.) You're always the starter in your own life!

What do you consider a relationship? That's easy. You don't need a set of circumstances to define a relationship, it's simpler then that. What defines a relationship is one thing--your heart. When your heart finds someone and you're caught up in the swirl of desire and longing, heck, you're in a relationship whether there is one or not! You're always the starter in your own life!

Vladimir Klitschko is not the one who knocked another boxer out of the ring, it is the current WBC champion originally from Kazahkstan, Oleg Maskaev. Oleg Maskaev, a tough Russian fighter once called Staten Island his home until Russian President Vladimir Putin granted him the right to U.S. citizenship. The fabled K.O. would occur in Atlantic City on Nov. 6, 1999 when the strong, punishing Maskaev would unleash the punch that sent Hasim Rahman, a future heavyweight champ, out between the ropes and onto the press table via devastating knockout. Rahman would go on to knock out Lennox Lewis, be knocked out by Lennox Lewis, then be knocked out by Maskaev again in Vegas, on August 12 of this year. You're always the starter in your own life!

The limits of human endurance fascinate me. Especially when one son-of-a-bitch, this Italian guy named Reinhold Messner, scales 14 of the world's mountains over 26,250 feet. Then, in August of 1980 he scales Everest. Solo. Now, allow me to put this in perspective for you. Ever climb in the plane to altitudes of 15k or 16k and feel woozy without oxygen and you're not even stressed climbing up a mountain? Place yourself alone, at temps 30 degrees or more below zero carrying 100lbs of gear up a 30% grade. It's beyond misery. But here's the real shocker. Messner climbed without oxygen bottles. You're always the starter in your own life!

You will not be rewarded with the refreshing feeling of a thousand elves blowing on your yarbles. Instead, a witches incisors may nip upon external contact. This is not a question to be asked. It is a situation to be considered. A man doesn't cultivate his genital hair style, his lady does. As hers is cultivated by him. If one is singular, then it must remain in the wild, or nicely trimmed for presentation purposes only. Anything else might call one's personal idiosyncracies into question. You're always the starter in your own life!

An attractive blond takes a seat at the bar. Across from her, a potbellied businessman in a suit with cufflinks nods and winks at her as he takes a drink. She smiles and says, "Hi." Comfortable, he replies, "Hi." Moments later, the bartender passes her a drink. She looks up at the businessman and says, "You're kind of ugly... got any money?" You're always the starter in your own life!