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Hey, thanks. It's been pretty dull in Ducksville thanks to my career laying an egg. I don't think I even linked to my latest post when I published it because I was a bit embarrassed as to how things turned out, but hear it is, if anyone's curious as to why I fell off the radar: Now What? I still have my equipment and am doing tunnel practice to keep in shape, so I will jump again, dangnabit, but maybe not as soon as I'd like. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Looks like he still might be in a bit of trouble. This paragraph in particular caught my attention. The belligerence reminds me of an anecdote where a suspect was accused of attacking someone, and replied, angrily, "I wasn't even there! I should have blown his head off." My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Or he'll harass the wrong hawk/owl and learn how powerful those beaks and talons can be. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

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I can understand the lesson being used to teach symbolism, but I don't understand why the kid got in trouble because he didn't want to step on the paper. Isn't that sort of the point of a symbolism lesson? That if something is symbolic of something sacred to someone that they'll treat it with more reverence? Either the teacher is a complete ass or we're not getting the full story. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Thanks. Not long ago I was considering my options and "the problem is I'm stupid when it comes to clerical skills, math, or anything useful. I'm the kind of person who solves puzzles and comes up with ideas." Then I thought, "You come up with ideas? Good. How about coming up with some ideas about what you're going to do next?" My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Thanks, promise5 My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Thanks, mutumbo! :) My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

So what picture got your team the Academy Awards? "Life of Pi" (Best visual effects). That's Bill Westenhofer (the Visual Effects Supervisor, to the left) and Erik-Jan de Boer (the Animation Director, to the right) They were the Big Kahunas. I was one of many Little Kahunas. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Here's a new one but I'm still on the ground (thanks to work) and may be on the ground for longer than I like (thanks to lack of work). My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

You're on a roll. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

An episode of This American Life recently looked into the (unsubstantiated) possibility that deep fried calamari was somehow, somewhere, being replaced with... ...well, it wasn't calamari. Yeh but it was deep fried. Hell, it was cooked. True. The experimental batch they whipped up seemed to go over well. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

An episode of This American Life recently looked into the (unsubstantiated) possibility that deep fried calamari was somehow, somewhere, being replaced with... ...well, it wasn't calamari. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Also I've noticed different cultures seem to have different boundaries as to how friendly and formal you're expected to be with others: eye contact, personal space, how direct (or indirect) you're expected to be, etc.. Thus people from some cultures seem aloof, while others seem "in your face." My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

"I'm the kind of guy..." Huh! So who is using the Duck's account? The schtick was I'd pose as a "guest blogger" who'd complain about his/her predicament. Some other examples: A vicious bully complaining he was being persecuted, a dog complaining about the mailman, the Sun complaining that nobody cared, a bigot insisting he wasn't a bigot, and so on. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

I goofed on IKEA and the IKEA Effect a few years ago, before my "Skydiving Duck" days. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

I wrote this elsewhere, years ago, but it more or less explains my opinion on most (if not all) supernatural stuff: My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

This sounds cynical, but it wouldn't surprise me if cases like this are about as easy to predict and control as the weather. I don't think it's a matter of "If only his parents (or society) did X." Also, while I believe kids are over-medicated for behavior problems, I don't think this the meds are turning them into destructive monsters. (Even if their defense attorney says otherwise) If every kid (or even one percent of every kid) on meds went went on killing sprees, this would be happening every day. Also, the list of killer-kids-on-meds sounds scary, but its possible that they had serious behavior problems to begin with, which in turn prompted the adults in their lives to seek treatment. Maybe the only "bad" thing about the medicine is that it didn't work. Just my two cents. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Sounds fun. I'd tune in! My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Thanks, eveyone! :) My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Me? No plans. I'll probably curl up with a good book and go to sleep with earplugs so any midnight festivities won't wake me up.

Parachutist wanted to run the series as my journey from Tandem noob to A licence holder. It seemed reasonable to me- I figured my continuing schtick of duck-is-nervous-on-the-plane, duck-is-a-klutz, duck-slowly-makes-progress might be growing old (even if it was what how it happened). You can still see my continuing adventures on my blog- has gone semi-dark since I've been grounded (till spring) thanks to my ridiculous accident. Still, it's nice to know I'll be missed. Thanks!

Same here. Better to donate a few parts to someone else, since the alternative is donating them to "lunch" for bugs and microbes. My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

Good idea. I'm pretty sure there's USPA rules that will make me attend a refresher course and do a supervised AFF jump before they let me loose in the sky. Hope all is well with you. :) My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.

As someone old enough to remember the 1970s, let me assure you that for every beloved classic rock song in the era, we had to endure dozens of songs that are so awful that you almost never hear them today. Sylvia's Mother, The Night Chicago Died, Seasons In the Sun etc... The line from Smoke on the Water: "They burned down the gambling house/it died with an awful sound." Makes me suspicious an American top 40 am radio station broadcast somehow made it to the Geneva shoreline that night... My blog with the skydiving duck cartoons.