Harryson

Dear Randy Glenjay, Your mission for growth is amazing. Great PR work with Ops' Ed.!! Very high prolific. Sure to attract a crowd ... to somewhere. Love, DanaKa Bowman

Only 2: 1. fosters innovation 2. lasts longer What women want ... !!! one nation under dogs keep more cushion here for pushin' get ... morbidly

Ok, here is what I got out of the post: Self destructive paradigm shifts. And denny green's sister? I assume money, fame, etc. ALL: I sent a lengthy reply to Seth off post but forgot this part. Back when Denny Green lived prehistorically in his cave he taught those shifty brothers to drag his sister back homeward by the hair so she didn't fill up with dirt. They still fought over her and a meal. Ssshe grooved on it. pesky apple pickers

Good questions, Rob. It helps to remember that a DZO had to flunk a test to get his job. If he passed Econ 101 he already knows at the outset that he is in the wrong place. All DZO's are assholes. They already know this because the most frequently required technique for staying in business is the telling of friends and customers that the answer is NO! Losing the Love is accelerated in the DZO's heart as naysayers succeed - 1 by 1 - in promoting their firm assertions that the DZO must have flunked some bizarre test they never wrote. Shut up and jump, damnit! And when you leave the DZ at sundown, pick up some trash and YELL REALLY loud over your left shoulder: "THANKS FOR HAVING A DROPZONE ASSHOLE!!" she will love you for it

In lore there there is a mountain made of meat the executioner. The jolly hairless, hammy hands for pain. The distributioner. At toil he smiles and lust defiles. His glee beguiles yet eases trials for other guys who may despise or otherwise apply disguises to their angst considered pranks to him. Electrocutioner. A part meant higher, clouded daze invokes the curious to gaze up into heaven's future sight and ponder what he's made of. To wonder how from milk and cow and watered plant does nature grant the jolly hairless, hammy hands the pain. Can olive pay dove? Suppose in all there were no call or need at all; poor Hi-rise. Pity Dad controlling lad at battle needing bad guys. Mother home be victim then to mountain meat and curry. Cast them out to stomp about with needs to kill and bury. Be someone else's problem while The mother's rug stays furry. Fear not little High-rise. It will all come good come someday. Daddy coaches up your greed and lust to toil at fun play. Never mind those women folk and teary-eyed appellates. Uncle Brown needs boys like you, a product. He can sell it. 01/04/10 v. #4 harryson "Remember when it was all ABOUT something?" Robert Redford in Spy Games Answer: "Yes."

Oooo kaaaay, Dave. But only because you asked in your "not so good" mannerism ... here goes a demo jump for the little village of Allegory. There were these two brothers. Their dad's name was Mr. Dygm ... like the coin, ya know, in the states. They lived RIGHT next door to Denny Green, these two shifty brothers did. They were REALly shifty. So they took up on parachuting ... the pair they did it. Next thing you know, the whole dad-blamed neighborhood was reading about the shifty brothers and their exploits on gravity. The neighborhood knows the family and all, and the neighbors, well they liked the father Mr. Dygm just fine, (a bit much some might be inKlined to say.) But the brothers ... hoo boy ... the neighbors knew them brothers was downrat shifty ... real shifty. So they gave 'em a knickname and started calling them the Para-Dygms so everybody would start laughing at the shifty brothers and maybe then the brothers they might even start laughing at their owned damned selves for having been making such a mess in the neighborhood. So one day the shifty brothers started looking at Denny Green's sister and she was looking fiiiiine... and well ... would you believe there's a poem about that there what happened next in Allegory?! Wood you, ewe?!! "One dark day in the middle of the knight, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and ... well ... you know the rest ... ... just shot to hell. Did you hear the one about the Asian butterfly plummeting in excess of 32 feet in the second second and causing a glacier in Fairbanks to have a calf? Don't think about it Dave. It's under your head. It's chaos out here, theoretically speaking. All relative. All relatives. let's reinvent a big bang theory, can wee sister move to Montana and get zircon encrusted tweezers with the money for denil floss crops up into the Dawn for Madison harrison yippee i O ki aaaye

I think that means you were weaned too early as a 6-year-old. Tell us about your parents. Were they entertainers too? Did you jump on the bed, a tramp or the band wagon?

Thank you, Dave! Those moments should last a lifetime ... but my memory is the second shortest thing I've got. That bony-headed guy Airtwardo gets at some good points in his text above. I particularly liked the " ... because we love doing it" excuse for not making a profit. The entire aviation industry is little more than labors of love ... unless you're trained for Camelot's table in which case ... you know the rest. A famous dead guy from Harrisburg said: "A sale without a profit is a donation." My friend the entertainer thinks that the market for skydiving entertainment has not yet been invented. He says there might never be enough entertainers to service the demand that lies and awaits a supply. He says the outdoor entertainment industry told him this is true ... again, and again. and again ... all of 'em. What's in the way? ... a way ... ? ... a weigh, away me hearties. Joe and Joseph Smith both had problems with women and ass holes. prophetic what a herd

I have been told that Slyde is quite the asshole. Cannot say without verification. Safety in aviation I believe is designed by the departments of redundancy departments. Pass words. Thank. Wheels of government turn slowly. Uncharacteristically, wheels of change are seen preceded in their rotation by thoughts and ideas. Gravity is defined as acceleration over time. Here on this forum, acceleration seems excessively opposed by the friction of the atmosphere. Such drags increase perhaps too with the squares on their velocities. [:) Do the math. Thanks. plummet safe friends don't help friends shoot friends

Sign up for NETFLIX and rent the entire series DEAD LIKE ME. I see dead people. It's a race. Watch together.

So it's not okay for dzo's, gear manufacturers/dealers and/or aircraft owners to make money off the sport, but it is okay for non-military affiliated demo jumpers to make money off the sport? Is it okay for instructors to make money off students in your world, or should they all teach for free? After all, learning to jump is expensive; if we want more skydivers we should be willing to teach them for nothing right? Only guessing whether your screen-name implies you pump more estrogen than testosterone, I must say your comprehensive misunderstanding and presumptions of my intent SHOUT female ... for me at the moment of this writing. No offense intended, your hindness, some of my best fucks were female. (what'll she make out of THAT one boys? Care to guess?) In "MY WORLD" young lady, I ask questions of speakers until I believe I sense the feeling beneath the volcano. I believe in the popular idiom "It's ALL GOOD." I also suspect that very people I ever met know how to believe that really. We all do our best, and wee all want the same thing, all wee hairy apes of the future. Jump on this, sweetie pie. Go on down faster toward the center of the earth with us all ... no contact necessary. Galileo was forced to recant about big ball's relationships. smiling was a private matter back then too as now on dz.com Stoke's jayz: will somebody just shut him up? Fire when ready. Sambo. It's our modus operandi. Frank Zappa wrote: "It should be easy to see. The crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe."

Never is a large word. Are you immortal or did your woman teach you that? Skydiving will stop some day. Hope I'll go dead all ready. U2 prolly.

Now there is a perfect example, of perpetuating industry smallness. Riff raff, some might say are precisely the demographic that will grow our sport quickly. An Army Colonel gave me his challenge coin this year which reads: "For excellence, outlaws lead the way." O my. Yes! Keep the latent skydivers at bay. Keep the riff raff OUT! Show them you are better than them ... not riff raff like THEM ... that despicable smelly demographic with shit that actually has aroma. I'll betcha the riff raff don't even wear pajamas. No not US. Ours is way more rosy to wallow in as we wither, age and fade into the olive drab terra firma. Keep the riff raff out. Yeah. That's what we need. Yeah. Quite right. Good idea. OUT! Maybe the riff raff take one look, just smile and turn away. Maybe.

Meet the new boss ... same as the old boss." -The Who I heard a recorded interview with Pete Townsend of the Who moments ago wherein he said it's a miracle no one was hurt or killed by the band's destructive on-stage behaviors back when. USPA could lead us toward deregulation if we voted out the greedy, the recruiters and the crooks. But to do so would require a name change cuz US just wouldn't fit after that. Same as the old boss indeed. Pendulum swings over time through space. Light 'em up, Calvin.

I met a guy in that business who said the demand so outstrips the supply as to make your notion of "taking" ... into something else. Perhaps those entertainment companies (and the golden recruiters too) actually stimulate the local demand for safe, affordable, exciting aerial entertainment if the audiences approve of what they saw while the "taker" was about. That same guy said he talks to many civilians who resent recruiters pretending to be entertainers in order to place their children in mental states like Ft. Hood's shrink Hasan et.al. It's the supply side that needs attention ... like, um a growing population perhaps. Just a thought racing around someday.