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If I missed this--sorry--but did the AZ medium gal who was on Oprah offer any clues as to location of your lost one? If so . . . is anyone looking in that location? Blues

As the Aussie's would say: good on ya, mate! I pack--and wouldn't have hesitated to shoot that SOB mongrel down either. I think the free market should go into action to eliminate these vermin: sue the piss out of these meatheads who think these dogs are great. Make it so damn expensive to own these dogs that only a trailer park lotto-winner would consider keeping one.

We are D-E-V-O

No . . . THIS guy. He'd eat Chuckie Norris for a snack. [PRIDE fighter Fedor Emelianekno]

"A reserve is not guaranteed to save your life... let alone save your life even if mistakes or mis-use are made on part of the owner / operator." On that basis--assuming no pilot error--should I hand over a bottle of liquor to my rigger for a "maybe save"? I'd buy myself the tequila for following my EPs and not dying.

I was being too vague, I guess. How `bout a "burn in" due to no reserve deployment, partial deployment or malfunctioning reserve with handle pulled after a clean cutaway? Personally, I wouldn't be "satisfied" with that.

After seeing the video, I can't believe she didn't bust a tibia or ankle or worse. She's was working the whole "perky" thing so hard that she nearly pranged the $%@# out of herself. Either she truly didn't hurt herself or she's great at sucking-it-up after the fact `cause that looked like a major owwwweeeyy to me. BTW: Did it all happen too fast for her TI to notice and correct her legs down approach? I thought TIs used the brace-their-legs-on-your-ankles technique for slow learners. Is that not done anymore--along with the practice landing at altitude?

What's the beer rule (i.e. rigger to jumper) if the cutaway to reserve procedure does not resolve . . . . ummmm . . . . to the jumper's satisfaction? A case of . . . beer? Give my old lady a bottle of Patron for chrissakes!

Could be worse--living in the 70's . . . . This tune made the rounds when I was in college (late 70's) Elvin Bishop's "Travelin' Shoes" Me and my old lady ain't been gettin' along Things don't get better I should have been long gone This situation is driving me insane Somebody fetch my coat and hat and hand me my walking cane Gotta put on my travelin' shoes (4x) I try and tell you boys It's hard gettin' women these days The way they try to treat a man Ain't nothing but a dog gone shame I talk and talk, she didn't hear a word I said Gotta get Hank Aaron's baseball bat, tenderize her head Gotta put on my travelin' shoes (4x) O yeah (4x) I'm trying to tell you boys I just about had enough I'm not gonna stick around And put up with all this stuff This situation is enough to kill a man Somebody fetch my coat and hat and hand me my walking cane Gotta put on my travelin' shoes (3x) [Humming]

KAHN: Laos. We Laotian. BILL: The ocean? What ocean? KAHN: We are Laotian. From Laos, stupid! It's a landlocked country in Southeast Asia. It's between Vietnam and Thailand, okay? Population 4.7 million. HANK: So, are you Chinese or Japanese? and the winner is . . . HANK: What the hell kind of country is this where I can only hate a man if he's white?

“The Americans will always do the right thing” Winston Churchill once remarked, “after they’ve exhausted all the alternatives.”

Maybe you should add "blend" because I got my dad's sense of adventure and courage (career pilot) along with my mom's sense of nervousness and insecurity. Thus, I was always the gung-ho skydiving student with a massive case of sweaty hands and pre-jump "laxative effect" “Keep your elbow up!"

"PS3 Sells for $30k on ebay" You forgot to add: :$10 from the local crackhead That's what it'd be worth to me. Even then, it'd probably take me a month to get around to setting the friggin' thing up and learn how to play these v-i-d-e-o games I hear so much about. There is definately NO lifeguard in the gene pool anymore.

At a DZ that is now defunct. I was too green and too trusting as I followed the DZ "meteorologist" out the KingAir on one of my 1st solos. Watched him fall into a solid cloudbank at 11K and I went in right behind him. Out at 10K. Felt like falling through a zero visibility humidifier. Lucky me--no rain, hail--or other jumpers. Oh to be dumb, green and lucky . . . .

"Monkey bars over concrete (Don't fall, there are consequences!)" I must've grown up in a "liberal" neighborhood (60's) `cause we had crushed limestone under the monkey bars. Try landing on your head on that stuff. DOOO'HHH!!

Gotta love the PC world. Reminds me of this priceless quote from "King Of The Hill" Soccer coach: Slow down, Joseph. We've already got the tie. We don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Bobby:(out loud to no one in particular) Why don't we just give them the dang ball? [and just `cause it's funny] HANK: Bobby, I never thought I'd need to tell you this, but I would be a bad parent if I didn't. Soccer was invented by European ladies to keep them busy while their husbands did the cooking. BOBBY: Why do you have to hate what you don't understand? HANK: I don't hate you, Bobby. BOBBY: I meant soccer. HANK: Oh. Oh, yeah, I hate soccer. Yes. Dale: "Aw, I've been at the gun club ... playing Russian Roulette." Nancy: "Did you win?" Dale: "You're not familiar with the game, are you?"

[spoken in my best Linus voice] In his book "Beyond the Pleasure Principle", Freud speculated that there existed death drives in conflict with sex drives. This opposition, he thought, could explain much about the fundamental forces shaping individuals and societies, while also pointing toward explanations for their self-destructive and outwardly aggressive behavior. Therefore, I suspect that if I were to get laid on a consistent basis, I would be able to forego this sublimation of my sexual drive via my reckless skydiving behavior.

DING! DING!DING!! We have a winner. As long as we're getting the government involved . . . why stop at super-thin models? I think we need to ban actresses with phony tat-tas. I mean, what is that saying to our precious little girls? And ball players with chewing tobacco--you're OUT! Let's not forget the aging divas with all of their plastic surgery. What kind of example does that set for middle-aged women? Don't forget to ban those *extreme* sports enthusiasts, too. They're crazy menaces who might lead our impressionable youth astray! [P.C. ALERT: If I'm not mistaken, there's a good chance that some/many of those runway models have eating disorders. You know . . . a disease? So the Spanish government is promoting discriminatory hiring practices. I guess runway models aren't a "protected class" yet, like the obese, mentally deficient, handicapped, people of color, certain religious groups, etc. ]

"Why would anyone desecrate good tequila with tomato juice? The mere thought of anyone drinking tomato juice with Patron, Cabo Wabo, Herradura, Don Julio, Corazon, Tres Generaciones, Hussongs, Conquistador, Gran Centenario, El Jimador, or any other good tequila is just unthinkable to me. Perhaps it's good for some people, but not for me." Damn Mexicans. Someone needs to tell them they're doing it all wrong. But, then again, I wouldn't deign to tell the Japanese how to eat sushi either. Unless you're a college kid on spring break or a clueless tourist, the "Mexican" way of enjoying a good tequila is typically with two glasses: one for the reposado tequila and the other is for the sangrita (tomato juice/clam juice/OJ/lime juice--sometimes with tabasco, pepper, salt, grenadine, worchestershire or A1 sauce). Every so often take a bite of lime. Oh yeah...and *s-l-o-w down* [That'll make it less obvious you're a gringo/tourist]

Ditto! Future poll question suggestions: Do you think slavery is bad? Do you actually own a slave? Do you enjoy beating your wife? Is this wrong to do? Do you enjoy skydiving? Are you crazy? Have you ever had "relations" with your sister? Is it wrong to love your sister? Etc........

Take me, oh watery grave! Death to this living hell . . . glub-glub-glub-meeeeow

From the: "You know you're a slave when..." file. I remember hearing a wise-dude quip: "You can tell how low someone is on the food chain by how many 'devices' he has clipped onto his body." [shaken da tree, boss, jus shaken dah tree] How many devices does your boss have? Not many, I'd wager. “Keep your elbow up!"

Happy B-day! Live long and prosper. Don't forget, according to Nietzche you are now STRONGER “Keep your elbow up!"

I think just about anything under $100/ticket would be worth it see these rock legends. I'm still trying not to hold a grudge against Roger D as my college girlfriend said she'd leave me for him in a NY minute! The bitter truth . . . I would've left her for Linda Carter or Farrah in less time than that! And yes, I'm old school.