monkey1031

Dropzone.com..... You learn more here by accident than anywhere else by intent. smd7

"Wayward ho! Away we go It's a shame to leave this masterpiece With it's gallery gods and it's garbage-bag trees So I'll paint a scene, from memory So I'd know who murdered me It's a vain pursuit, but it helps me to sleep" - TTH smd7

when in doubt. sushi. smd7

didn't you just get that car a little while ago? fu(k all that noise.. Hunt 'em down. smd7

what the hell is chromeboy talking about?

i've got a Panasonic DV851D that i would like to mount to a helmet. anyone out there using this very camera, and if so, in what discipline (wingsuit, freefly, etc.)? also, what helmet, mounting system and enclosure are you using? this will be used for every discipline, unless someone out there recommends otherwise. thank you. smd7

you can do it using your physical address, same mapquest... different method. smd7 p.s. ummm.. i can't believe no one's turned this into a "big brother" thread either.. or, did i?

monkey1031 My Milage: Todays Date: 08/30/2003 My Quit Date: 07/04/2003 Smoke-Free Days: 57 Cigarettes Not Smoked: 2281 Amount Saved: $399 Life Gained: Days: 7 Hrs: 0 Mins: 48 Seconds: 38 Been going to the gym 4-6 days a week since the 6th of July. Quit eating red meat, chicken and no longer indulge in caffine. Have been sober for 25 days as well, but over all feel like a million bucks. Smoking sucks... no pun intended.

Das Hip (The Tragically Hip) are the greatest band nobody's ever heard of... Hey V'nilla - Just saw Gordy play a solo show in minneapolis a couple weeks back promoting The Battle of the Nudes, got a guitar pick from him.. and a drum stick from the phantom Power tour a couple years back. SMD7

1. sick. 2. lucky bast@rd 3. i wouldn't do it again, if i were you. a. maybe though... especially over h2o... 4. sick smd7

This is something that I've thought about since even before I'd ever jumped a suit, but seems all the more fitting now... Back in the "olden days", sky-writers would actually "draw" the words which made up their advertisments by flying their planes around the sky. Now-a-days however, sky writing is done by a pixel method, wherein short bursts of smoke are released from tubes extending from the wings of the plane. See Attachment: What if, a skywriting plane were flying, in close enough proximity to jump run and made "smoke rings" at say every 1000' apart vertically, and about 500 or so feet apart horizontally? On the ground it would look like a bunch of O's but from the sky, it'd look like a freakin' playground. Anybody know a skywriter? SMD7

word.

Fair enough. That makes a little more sense, but I've seen/done some (lots of) really stupid sh*t and don't wanna see/do any more.

Maybe I'm a prick for saying this, but oh-well... If you're THIS UNSURE about your ability to land your parachute in a designated area, maybe you should re-think making a BASE Jump. Stepping off the bridge is the easy part, ANYONE CAN DO IT... I understand that landing off the true L.Z. happens ALL THE TIME... But for some reason, PLANNING on an H2O landing seems rather - what's the word I'm looking for... over zealous. I truly do not mean any disrespect by this post, nor have I been, nor will I ever attend bridge day, but it seems to be one of the most simple jumps out there (hence the newbie parade) in comparison to many others. What was the Torch's line? Oh yeah, "Flame on!"

stopped logging (skydives) after jump 173... that was 6 years ago.

skydive highest : 14.5K skydive lowest : Sub 1K BASE Highest : 1K BASE Lowest : 159' i did the BASE high pull, after doing the Skydive Low pull, and sitting up there thinking to myself, "I could've watched myself fall past this point - holy $hit!" - haven't done it since.

sorry to change the subject here.... what's changing @ deadline time? (yeah, it's been a while since I jumped...) i'm sitting on my C lic. right now, but have 350+ jumps. thanks!

or don't go to a place with a "dress code"... Most of the clubs here (MSP), a club with a dress code is some stupid 18+, 21 to drink meat market, bullsh*t , over priced STD fest anyway... Go find a true pub, hang out with your FRIENDS and play some pool or something... Maybe I've got the place all wrong, but it sounds familiar... The last time I was in one of "those" places, four bouncers used my face to open the front door because I told them how I felt about their rules.

Last year, my friend invited me down to a very sunny state for a legal E and a not so legal "?". I had a free ticket and thought it'd be fun to get out of the cold and snow for a week and "jumped" at the chance to go on a mini-vacation. Within an hour of getting off an airplane, I was picked up curbside by a long lost brother and whisked off to the top of the sweetest chunk of earth I think I've ever seen, made a few jumps got some cool vids & pics. and headed out and about town for some festivities... We ended up at a dropzone on the other side of town and while sitting on a couch, reading a copy of parachutist, I hear my host speaking to a gentleman who is packing a single canopy, velcro-closed, fixed object rig. I turn and walk over to the gent, and low and behold, it's a good friend (to many of us) who happens (or happened) to call 10 of 18 wheels, "home". Neither of us knew that the other would be there, nor could we believe that it was true, even though we were standing there hugging and laughing and freaking out about the odds... It turns out that he had to be hitting the road the next day, in the evening though, and we'd better get to bed at a decent hour if we wanted to get some jumps in, in the morning. After many drinks, and for good measure, a few more, the three of us crashed out (read: Passed out) 'round three o'clock in the a.m. and we were up at the ass crack of dawn on our way to the big ol' rock. A little windy (kite weather) but we still managed to get in a couple hops during the lulls. Goodbye's were said, the day was short but fun filled and the memories are still as vivid as the pictures in front of me. But as I sit and stare at this unpacked MOJO sitting next to me, the same one that has been in my recliner, unpacked for almost two months, after having only made three jumps since January 3rd of this year, why the fu*k has this sport lost it's draw? That certain edge which in my mind used to be the only reason to wake up in the morning, has for some reason faded... I know how much fun it is. I know what it has meant to me. I know how I feel when I get to the edge of an object and step into the darkness... But for some reason, I just cannot seem to find that spark in my soul that makes me want to trudge my arse up anything... I'm not sure why I'm spilling this here, but I figure if anyone would either understand or not... This would be a better place to post such a subject then on say Oprah's web-site. To those lost days, and hopefully to days like them in the future; Cheers & Salut. I hope to see them again. SMD7

fer chrissake.... i'm only out there enough to stay current in skydiving.... not everybody's damn personal life. give a straighty a break, would ya'! SMD7

B.E.M. Now I get the sticker on your helmet... I know a lad over Eagan way... He's an acquaintance of mine, not too shabby lookin' either, but not really sure how to make the link. See you at the 50th tomorrow? I think I'll be out there, but not sure yet. SMD7

http://ccwf.cc.utexas.edu/~eclectic/toys/jive.html If you're offended by such, I'm supposed to apologize.... But really, you should just lighten up a little bit.

Lil' Jon..... You smack talker, you can't fly that suit of yours! You look like a well fed robin.