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My take on a Couture vs Tito matchup is that styles make fights. If Tito develops into an effective striker--particularly, an effective boxer, who knows how to block, parry, throw combos and apply pressure, Couture could be in trouble. On Dec. 30th, we will see exactly how far Tito has come. On the other hand, Liddell is an excellent striker, but as Quinton "The Rampage" Jackson has shown during their Pride fight, Liddell can be cracked if unremitting pressure is applied. In other words, Liddell is a weak defensive boxer. Couture's flaws are his boxing defense and standup. He simply has not developed the visual skills demanded to effectively fend off a rapid fire striker or the base & hand speed to deliver debilitating strikes and mix up his combinations. In conclusion, I think Couture would take Tito again. Psychologically, Couture is stronger, and he is a far superior wrestler who would dog Tito at every opportunity. Now here's a newsflash fer ya, the UFC has just signed Rampage! Another, bigger news flash, Mirko Cro Cop is apparently considering the UFC between contract fights for Pride. Sylvia has been signed to 4 more fights on a heftier contract and, if he faces Cro Cop, look out! Sylvia will be chopped down with leg kicks. Or, Cro Cop could be going down hard as Sylvia has some remarkable hands. Break out the chips and beer. As Big John says, "Let's get it on!" You're always the starter in your own life!

As a man of taste and distinction, I exercise discretion and tasteful selection when it comes to my yard ornaments... I like Cherubs. I have two cherubs out front. One boy, one girl. They’re cute. For dramatic effect one pisses into the other’s mouth. It's a great conversation piece. On the corner of the house is a German garden Gnome. He has a motion detector that triggers a one finger salute to passersby. My neighbor hasn’t complained yet. The bird bath sprays birds away. And they fly away never to have baby birds again. I don’t believe in Lawn Jockeys or Yardells. Mine is a rapper. He’s musically activated to break out a rap when people are near. During block parties the compliments roll in. Jealous, I got one for my black neighbors that looks like Eminem. Sometimes electrical disturbances cause them to rap at each other. I have an assortment of turtles, rabbits, ducks and frogs strewn about my landscaping. And they’re all wearing pantyhose. When people approach they make sexy cooing sounds. Some people have responded inappropriately. When that happens, they all start to coo and the assailant simply makes their getaway. My pink flamingo raises one leg and lights cigars. I also have some plastic fruit in the yard, and plastic people that try to eat them. When asked where I get the ideas for such elaborate landscaping architecture combining nature, anthropomorphic and animal statuettes, I say, “Hey, it’s just yard ornaments and shit.” You're always the starter in your own life!

Officer on deck! To our next of kin, Brothers (and Sisters) in Arms, hoist a cold one! Cheers! You're always the starter in your own life!

Ah-Ten Hut! Attention on Deck! "Some 231 years ago, on November 10, 1775, the Continental Congress ordered the raising of first and second battalions of Marines. Born to raise hell from kicking pirates' ass off Naval vessels to acting as the tip of the spear for American foreign policy, the United States Marine Corps embodied the finest in American fighting spirit. The Corps embodies spirit, teamwork, discipline, revelry, sacrifice and tradition. All rise! To all thee hear yee presents greetings! On this day, November 10th, in the year Two thousandth sixth, we raise our glasses, cans, goblets, canteen cups, paper cups, coffee cups and fake glasses and hail "Happy Birthday Marines! Long live the Corps! Semper Fi!" ML C Co. 2nd Recon Bn 2nd Platoon USMC 81-85 Picture: Commandant Hagee cutting the cake for the 230th birthday. You're always the starter in your own life!

After almost two weeks, I felt the need to express what I feel ... When I arrived at work at 5:30 a.m. on Monday, September 11, a coworker told me a tandem skydiving accident claimed two lives in New Jersey on Sunday. I instantly hit the local news links on the internet. Then, when I read that it was Paul, I shuddered. My mind began replaying the brief exchanges I had had with Paul over the years. In the next hour, during the Philadelphia AM drive time broadcast on 94.1 WYSP, host Paul Barsky of the Barsky Show along with Kim Douglas and comic relief Vinnie the Crumb, would break the news to over half a million listeners of 94.1 FreeFM during their drive to work. Following Kim Douglas's reading of the news, Barsky commented on how they had interviewed Paul Joseph on the show after a listener had won a tandem skydive with him. The jump was thrilling; the Barsky Show had given their audience a treat. Now they were reporting the news that Paul was gone… and they knew him. As I reflected on Paul my mind replayed how helpful he was with every question I asked. The moment you meet someone, there is a feeling you get, an impression, an impression that often remains permanent. With his off-color humor, quick re-torts and manner, Paul was really a great guy at heart. He wanted you to know that if you asked him a question regarding winds aloft, ground winds, spot, etc., he wanted to give you THE answer. But being correct in the answer wasn’t his only intent; he wanted you to know this is what he knew based on all that was known at the time. A professional carries an idea until it is found to be untrue. At heart, he was a professional. He was studious, diligent and intent in his profession. I too, viewed his canopy wrap video one night while busting suds at Crosskeys. I think he slipped it in the VCR to get our reactions. One word sums up our reactions… Awe. He defied impossibility. It was his profession. He was, a professional. On Sunday, September 10th, two people fell to earth. The resounding impact was felt by every tandem master in the sport, and every skydiver who knows, at that moment of peril, that forceful, decisive clear minded action must persist to the very end. After much rumination over this, it’s come to me that tandem masters serve a dual purpose--ambassadors of the sport and the economic engine of most drop zones. John Eddowes once told me tandems built Crosskeys, as they will most drop zones in the future. Paul Joseph was not just one among them, but more importantly, he was a rock star to a once in a lifetime experience for thousands—making dreams come true. My heartfelt condolences go out to Donna and the many involved in the tightknit community of Crosskeys, who, whether directly or indirectly, feel guilt associated with his loss. As you pass through the processes of shock and numbness, yearning and searching, disorganization and despair, may reorganization come quickly. To those who feel directly involved, I hope you can release any such thoughts of guilt. It’s simply not your fault. In a multiple cause, chain event, shit happens that no amount of preparation corrects. Let it go. Compartmentalize it, put it in perspective, learn and move on. Now matter how much it shocks your constitution, aberrations and anomalies will occur in those extremely rare circumstances of a grey sky. The best predictor of future performance is past performance. The record of safety in past performance is an unstoppable force. Statistical probability doesn’t play here; No, Murphy did. But it’s over. Get up, get busy, move on. I didn’t know Paul that well, but I think he would want you to get on with your lives. You're always the starter in your own life!

I was in Atlantic City. That same night I met a girl.. we talked.. laughed.. I asked her if she'd like to have a drink in my room.. she said she had a significant other.. I said, "They're invited too!" You're always the starter in your own life!

No, don't shoot the dog, claim the dog is a terrorist and torture it first! If you do it after this legislation passes, you might get exonerated. Actually, a trick out of one of George Hayduke's books, "Revenge" provides an idea. Dogs love bacon. Cook up a few pounds of bacon. Remove bacon and drain cool grease into a big fat sponge. Place sponge in proximity to pooch. Watch pooch try to scarf sponge. Watch pooch wallow in stomach upset. It shouldn't kill'em but will take him out of action for awhile. You're always the starter in your own life!

I haven't been able to follow the show but I've met Shonie Carter. He stepped into the club at 3 a.m. at Trump's on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City after he was KO'd by Nathan Quarry. I bought him a drink, got photo ops and chatted. He was all dressed up in his ghetto pimp street duds. A nice guy in person, but a real knucklehead on the show. Earlier that night I comp'd Randy Couture's meal at the Hard Rock Cafe and he joined my group and chatted. I think BJ will handle Hughes in the upcoming UFC 63 but it will be much harder then last time. I think the real fighting event is Pride coming to the Thomas & Mack Convention Center in Vegas. A S.O.B. friend of mine flashed his hotel & casino comp'd room & tix to me the other day and said he couldn't go.. and I can't either, unless I get'em off Ebay. Little did he know that would immediately change after a brief introduction to my two friends, Smith & Wesson. You're always the starter in your own life!

What’s up with that? I get a cell phone call but I’m driving and can’t answer it in time. I immediately call back… and they don’t answer! What’s up with that! I leave a half-eaten bag of Smartfood Reduced Fat White Cheddar Cheese flavored popcorn crumpled up on the floor of my car for a week in the blazing sun. One day I’m driving home from work, see the bag and say, “Hhhmm;” and start munching. After a few slightly stale popcorns, it’s still very tas-tee! Day-am! A week in blistering temperatures and it tasted GREAT! What’s up with that! I go thru a drive-thru with friends, get two bags of food and some drinks and take the onramp to the turnpike. After the food is distributed and everyone is stuffing their face, I ask for my stuff in the bag and they say there isn’t anything left. I’m hungrier then 2 mofos on the turnpike and not about to turn around. What’s up with that! Three of us have dinner at a Chinese restaurant and when it’s over my Pop and I each throw down $5 tips. My brother says, “I’ll take care of that;” and picks up our two Fives and puts down a $10. What’s up with that? One night as I change I realize I’m wearing underwear that I’ve never seen before… I’ve never bought underwear like that... Am I wearing someone else’s underwear? Was I abducted? I don’t wear underwear with legs. What’s up with that? You're always the starter in your own life!

To those closest to you, yes, to strangers, keep 'em guessing (as long as it's not negative.) You're always the starter in your own life!

Fox Wins. See, the Fox will fight the bird in flight and be released. No bird can hold a fox, fighting for it's life in flight--the fox is heavier then the bird. Furthermore, the prey is too big to overcome. Foxes aren't easily sliced (attacked) from the sky--the one in the picture was obviously snoozing prior to being snatched up--but only briefly, as I'm sure he wriggled himself out instantly upon liftoff. You're always the starter in your own life!

Butt naked means "randiness" is a happinin; Buck naked means "Reckless abandon" is all the way live! You're always the starter in your own life!

That was a great post! From not knowing you or your bride, the images evoked so much, I felt I was there and had a blast too. Thanks! You're always the starter in your own life!

Men aren’t supposed to express emotion … But I do like Tim McGraw’s “When the Stars Go Blue” Or Anita Baker’s “No One in the World” What Stirs You? You're always the starter in your own life!

Actually, spontaneous human combustion is not real, according to an FBI investigator and a forensic pathologist who investigated the phenomenom. It appears on a Discovery Channel program or something. I had read about it and caught the show awhile back and their conclusions are quite fascinating: 1.) The victims usually have a fair amount of fat on them (or obese) and are presumed incapacitated at the time of the fire (through alcohol or ailment.) 2.) An igniter, typically a cigarette on a couch or chair, results in the ignition of body fat, which is a low flame fire that spreads and consumes the torso and dies out near the end of the limbs, leaving extended body parts near the site. 3.) According to their investigation, fat or adipose tissue, can combust under certain temperatures or conditions and will burn like a candle. They tested their theory using pigs and were able to recreate the effects on nearby objects (a small burn on the ceiling, small burn radius, melted objects nearby, etc.) You're always the starter in your own life!

I found the GPSMAP 60CSx for $390 + $20 shipping on EBay, Buy it Now. Consumer Reports covers car versions in this month's edition. The top ones now say street names. Interesting. Thanks! You're always the starter in your own life!

I haven't seen the movie yet but the negative reviews are pouring in. A friend of mine supported the production crew when they were in the area. I hear that M. Night Shyamalan prefers only those who see his greatness. A script supervisor probably never reviewed the material in terms of plotlines, subplots, character development and particularly, dialogue, something Night often stumbles over. Equally disturbing, is that, not only does he cast himself in pivotal role in the film (and acts stiff as a board) but no one calls the police, etc., regarding the strange goings ons at the apartment complex. If viewing a film requires a "suspension of disbelief," my sense is that "Lady in the Water" falls in. You're always the starter in your own life!

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Yup, they may get into things and sap up all your time when they're real young, but boy how they make the heart soar, the holidays cheerful and life ever more precious. My daughter... You're always the starter in your own life!

Criss Angel's show "MindFreak" is excellent. He's a consummate showman and crowd controller--working the set up and standing back when the unbelievable occurs. Notice all the reaction shots they include from the bystanders? I love it. First off, everyone on the 'set' is a confederate--everyone is involved in the ruse. There are no 'bystanders' they're all working to heighten the reality of it. Secondly, the event is a construct--timing edits, camera angles and staging for optimal shock. In the body separation trick, I do believe the woman walking on two arms is real (birth defect)--but not the same one pulled apart (notice they barely showed her face as she walked away on her arms.) Often, if the trick is particularly dramatic, you get a quick shot of it, then cut to reaction shots. At the turn of the century the Great Houdini would have a band or orchestra start playing louder towards the height of his trick. For build up, Houdini once had a brick wall erected on stage long before his act. During the act the partial curtain closed then, moments later, opened and Houdini appeared on the other side of the wall. The audience was astounded. What they didn't know was the night before, Houdini cut out the wooden floor beneath the wall and pulled the carpet down, permitting him, on stage, to slip under the wall. You're always the starter in your own life!

Bravo! That was funny! I had to do a doubletake on Paul Rubens, ha, ha, ha. You're always the starter in your own life!

Part of my 80's were spent in the Marines and the other half in college while working full-time. I can't match Rosa's for being enchanting, but maybe for intrigue. The first shot is off the coast of Colombia where my unit had the opportunity to work with Colombian Special Forces. I don't know which, but one of the black t-shirted SF operatives shown in the photo drowned a week after this photo was taken when he parachuted into a lake. I am third from the right. The second photo shows my elation after winning a rifle shooting match between Zaireans and select members of my unit. I (and others in my unit) hadn't zeroed our M16s in months (at sea) so I was really surprised I'd won. What was scary was that the Zaireans were very good shooters. They were an exceptionally friendly people though, lots of hugs and handshakes. You're always the starter in your own life!

Could it be Rubens? I couldn't locate it among his works. Thanks. You're always the starter in your own life!

I had the most boring college art teacher in America. She was so boring (How boring was she?) Well, she was so boring I woke up at the end of her class and asked a fellow student what I had missed and he replied, “Nuthin.” After I looked around and realized that she had left, it dawned on me that he too, had fallen asleep in her class. Now that’s boring! Despite that, I eventually acquired a pedestrian’s taste in art. I have reproductions of Degas’ “The Dancing Class,” which, to me, reflects the pain and discipline of art (ballet.) I also have Renoir’s “Luncheon of the Boating Party.” It’s a fabulous rendering of people, conversations and attraction. You’ll find these as attachments. What I don’t know, is the name of the last one. If anyone knows the name of the whole image (and not just the painting) I would be most thankful. Cheers! You're always the starter in your own life!

Mike should know, aside from being a jumper, a director and one of the most senior pilots at FedEx, he was a (chopper?) pilot in Vietnam. You're always the starter in your own life!