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( ) Had an irish car bomb (X ) Given oral sex (X ) Received oral sex (X ) Jumped at more than 5 dz ( ) Crashed a rental car (X ) Totalled a car (X ) Broken a bone (X ) Been drunk dialed (X ) Drunk dialed someone ( ) Masturbated in a public setting (X ) Had sex in a public setting ( ) Have completed a marathon (X ) Have lied to your boss (X ) Played hookie from school (X ) Played hookie from work (X ) Taken Public transportation to work (X ) Have eaten ethiopian food (X ) Kissed a member of the same sex ( ) Owned a dog (X ) Owned a cat ( ) Owned a bird (X ) Played a sport in HS (X ) swam ( ) Post whored before having sex ( ) Post whored instead of having sex (X ) Stolen a lighter ( ) Purchased a water pipe (X ) Wore women's underwear (X ) Wore men's boxers (X ) Set something on fire accidentally (X ) Done more than 15 jumps in a day (X ) Pulled your reserve (X ) Decided not to jump when on jump run (X ) Have eaten bugs (X ) Riden a motorcycle ( ) Riden a Segway (X ) Piloted a sailboat (X ) Purchased something on-line ( ) Met someone from dz.com ( ) Slept with someone from dz.com ( ) Lied to your SO ( ) Photo copied your butt ( ) Photo copied your breasts (X ) Cheated on a test

Realistically speaking, suprise. But then, if I were to know exactly when, then conceivably I could engage in a virtually limitless parade of death-defying activities which no one could imagine possible (except for myself who knows it won't kill me) up until just shortly before that appointed time. Basically, I could help or take advantage of society in a virtually limitless fashion - probably build a incredibly lucrative career on trying to (by all appearances) off myself but somehow miraculously pulling whatever stunt off - every time. Also walk into raging fires to save kittens, defuse bombs, become the greatest lion-tamer in the world, and of course, impress women. Best I don't know.

I like boobies. Doesn't everyone?

Don't. Its boring. Although you will get a serious laugh out of the ride operators telling everyone its just like skydiving. Atleast I did. I did ask the operators how many were jumpers. One had done 1 tandem. Wow. I did the one at Bloukranz Bruidge in South Africa once. 216 meters. Showed up holding my camera helmet. Me: I'd like to make a bungee jump. Bungee Dude (BD) : Great! You'll love it. Me: May I wear my camera helmet - I can't do it unless I can. BD: Are you a skydiver? Me: Does it show that much? BD: Well, the helmet... Me: Yeah. BD: Yeah, no worries. We get skydivers all the time. Youll love it! Me: Okay - How much? ~Later~ I'm swinging on the end of a bungee thinking I just burned about three and a half lift-tickets, while BD is being lowered down on a winch from the bridge. Me (to myself): That was all right. Glad I did it, I guess. BD: All right, Jerry! That was a GREAT exit - very stable! Stomach down the whole way! Me: Thanks, I've had some practice. BD: Just like skydiving, eh? Me: Well, um...not exactly - but, I enjoyed the jump. I think it's worthwhile for most anyone to do once. Beyond that, skydiving's where it's at if comparisons must be made imo.

One Halloween I went as "Randall Flagg," the heavy from Stephen King's "The Stand." It's a pretty obscure, non-threatening costume but a girl, the only person at the party able to, actually did figure it out. I was impressed.

I'd like to see Karl Marx get down with Karl Rove - because of the socio-politcal connotations, and both Rush Limbaugh & Geddy Lee (of Rush) - as well as Grace Slick with Grace Jones merely because of the conceptually perverse nature of such a union.

Ummm...I've slept with a lesbian - does that count? If it doesn't, I suppose if the relationship remained platonic then, maybe Frank Zappa since he had a lot of interesting ideas and was pretty creative but if platonic's not good enough, there just is no man I can imagine out there that I would want to be with sexually - just doesn't do it for me. Look at it this way, I'm sure you ladies have, once upon a time, had attention from men who were probably very nice, supportive, and cool to be around but they just didn't do it for ya and thus, were relegated to "friend" status, and nothing more - nothing wrong with that, btw - it happens. I can't speak for every guy but that's how it is for me when it comes to men in that regard. Sucks being hetero - I'd probably get more action otherwise.

I read that and thought of myself. It sounds *exactly* like something I would do! I'm glad I read it so I know not to! I think the most recent time I did something that dumbass was when I swallowed a tablespoon of Dave's Gourmet Insanity Sauce. That was a truly bad idea. Really, really bad. My adomen felt like that poor fucker in the movie Alien who had the alien incubate inside him and eat its way out. So I decided to puke it up. Bad idea. Not only did it burn all over again coming up, but while I was puking in the commode, a bunch of thrown-up hot sauce flavored water splashed in one of my eyes so my eye felt like it was on fire. All in all, not a fun evening. Walt I once decided I wanted to have some sour-kraut with the bratwurst I was cooking. So, I went to the store, bought a jar, cooked about half of it up and ate it - yum! Three or four days later I pull the jar of kraut out of the fridge which still had about a cups worth left. I heat it up and eat it - yum! About a half hour later...stomach churning...bowls clenching...PAIN...stomach making awful noises...pressure building...I gotta get to the can...run - RUN!!! Barely get the jeans down and sit down in time before the explosion which was imminent...and, as expected, it wasn't pretty. I will NEVER do that again.

Of the Loom?

I will NEVER forget my first one of those. In Elementary school they just kinda told us we had a vry dangerous enemy and if the siren went off to get under our desk and wait for the light and then the shock wave. So when they had us practice, I guess I wasn't listening and thought it was for real. I melted down really badly and when they asked me what was wrong I told them they had to get word to my family, so they wouldn't die. Good God, the Soviets and the constant threat of nuclear war. That's something I don't miss. This new terrorism thing is bad, but growing up we had MAD (mutually assured destruction) if one side launched it was the End Of The World. No doubt. I remember those. The teacher said that "in case of an emergency" we would "drop." The drill was her saying, "Ready? Drop!" and we would, as quickly as we could, get below our desks and go fetal. Not too long after that I remember comprehending ICBM's and MIRV's. That at any moment nukes could be going off and it would be "very bad." The "End of the World." I remember thinking, "Could this happen? I hope it doesn't happen!" I watched with fascination film of nuclear tests. There was one where the shot is looking at a maniquin by a window. There was a flash through the window and smoke came off the curtains, then everything exploded. "Wow - what if THAT happened?" But, I didn't dwell on it long beyond hoping it wouldn't happen - a little thought in the back of my head, a little comforted during the Salt Treaty talks, but it, I doubt, will ever go entirely away. Nice thing about skydiving - thoughts like that get relegated elsewhere.

One of my faorite super-heroes (yeah, I'm a geek) http://blogsimages.skynet.be/images/000/405/527_bicycle-repair-man.jpg "Why...It's...BICYCLE REPAIR-MAN!!!"

Possibly - but it's still a nice place to live imo. We get hurricanes down here in Texas but no earthquakes (to speak of). A couple two or three hit Missouri (biguns) in 1811-12 - reportedly the Mississippi reversed direction briefly. 11000 killed. Slept through the only two earthquakes in my experience - one in Mexico City and the other in Santa Clara, CA. Maybe we should do an exchange.

Okay, first off - I was born during the Kennedy Administration and grew up in the suburbs. My parent's smoked and drank (but, not to excess) during the nine months before I was born. Never wore a bicycle helmet. Rode horses and got thrown by a few. Built mortars our of tin cans. Made gunpowder. Drank alcohol. Climbed trees. Built explosives and detonated them - some even attached to rockets and kites. Played with fireworks. Jumped out of go-karts. Jumped off the roof. Loaded, unloaded, fired, and "played" with firearms. ***but*** I also played and enjoyed primordial video games. Played with hot-wheels and slot-cars. Played "inside games" like Monopoly, for instance. Built models (later blown up, of course) Read books. Did not spend every waking hour outside playing. Played Pee-wee football with some kids who definitely shouldn't have been playing - everyone who tried out *did* actually make the team. Watched television. Provided a telephone number to my parents for where I was going to be, per their requirement. I remember "child-proof" caps on medicine bottles - and defeating them, of course. I was told to wear seatbelts - and I still do. Never broke a bone as a child. Was refused a bb gun for Xmas or birthday - as well as a mini-bike. Was hit by a car, riding my bike to school (no injuries). I had a curfew. Heard many stories about various relatives sueing various entities. Some of my ancestors were lawyers. One of them was a very crooked judge in Cook County (who honorably retired with millions). Rose-colored glasses is all I'm saying. It was what it was as what is, is. Previous generations had even less at hand with which to deal with life and some did well, while others didn't. Apples and Oranges, in my book. Actually, it wasn't until I was an adult that I started smoking, experimented with (soft) drugs, broke a bone and lost teeth (no connection to the drug experimentation btw), hitch-hiked (with no ill effect), fell out of a moving pickup truck (actually, an El Camino - no injuries). Was hit off my bike three more times - no injuries. So - I take the whole nostalgia, "we were this and now it's not this and that is bad so we are greater while the others are lesser" with the appropriate grain or boulder of salt. It was a different time, a different world - and it is always changing - sometimes for the good and sometimes for the not so good - and that depends upon who you talk to. Lawyers are tools - a means to an end. Everyone loves to lump it onto lawyers but as soon as their own fat is hitting the legal fire - be realistic - who you gonna call?

(X) Smoked a cigarette (X) Drank so much you threw up ( ) Crashed a friend's car ( ) Stolen a car (X) Been in love (X) Been dumped (X) Shoplifted (X ) Been laid off/fired (X) Quit your job (X) Been in a fist fight (X) Had another person's blood on you (X) Snuck out of your parent's house (X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back ( ) Been arrested (X) Gone on a blind date (X) Lied to a friend (X) Skipped school ( ) Seen someone die (X) Been to Canada (X) Been to Mexico (X) Been on a plane (X) Been lost (X) Been on the opposite side of the country (X) Gone to Washington, DC (X) Swam in the ocean (X) Felt like dying ( ) Cried yourself to sleep ( ) Played cops and robbers ( ) Recently colored with crayons (X) Sang karaoke (X) Paid for a meal with only coins (X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't (X) Made prank phone calls... (X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose (X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue (X) Danced in the rain (X) Written a letter to Santa Claus (X) Been kissed under the mistletoe (X) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about (X) Blown bubbles (X) Made a bonfire on the beach ( ) Crashed a party (X) Gone roller-skating (X) Ice-skating ( ) Stole traffic signs (X) Been in a car accident (X) Watched porn ( ) Cheated on someone (X) Been skinny dipping

This list just got longer and longer... Neu! - Hallogallow Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway The Who - Live at Leeds Zappa - Bongo Fury The Tubes - Remote Control Bob Calvert - Lucky Leif & The Longships Bob Calvert - Captain Lockheed & The Starfighters Hawkwind - Quark Strangeness & Charm Ravi Shankar - Live at the Kremlin Grateful Dead - Terrapin Station Brian Eno - Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy Byrne & Eno - My Life in the Bush of Ghosts Peter Gabriel - Security Ramones - Leave Home Sex Pistols - Nevermind the Bollocks P.I.L. - This is Religion The Stranglers - Gospel According to the Meninblack Pete Townsend - Empty Glass Bowie - Ziggy Stardust The Beatles - Revolver Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures George Harrison - All Things Must Pass Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced? Pink Floyd - Piper at the Gates of Dawn Jethro Tull - Thick as a Brick Motorhead - Ace of Spades Steve Tibbets - Exploded View System of a Down - Hypnotize Miles Davis - Bitches Brew

Love to adapt Alred Bester's, "The Star's My Destination." It's kind of a "Man in the Iron Mask" revenge story. Loose synopsis: Underachieving sole survivor onboard derlict spaceship spends six months adrift and barely surviving halfway between Mars and the Belt. A ship comes by, he signals it, it slows, looks him over, and then, inexplicably passes him by. This pushes him over the edge. He "rescues" himself and seeks revenge. Against the back-drop of an intra-solar war in the 25th century he learns amazing and terrible things about himself, a woman he loves, and how he came to be passed by in the first place. There's a lot more to it than that so if you're a hard-scifi geek, it's totally recommended. It would make a pretty cool movie.

Jerry was arrested for not leaving his apartment... ...and Jerry had no idea why he was being arrested. * * * Ummm - I guess I SHOULD get out more.

"I might like you better if we slept together..." "Never Say Never" Romeo Void

There's this great shot in Woody Allen's "Bananas." Woody Allen's character has gone into a bookshop, ostensibly to get some nudie magazines. There's this great pan across the shelf showing such titles as, "Screw," "Orgasm," and the like. In the middle of this pan is "The National Review." Always makes me laugh! I think in college the prime faves were, Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler although I remember the random Gallery and Oui, here and there.

Sloth - wait, I already am!

Because you all are, Sinister and Gauche?

Heh - that takes me back. If I remember correctly, "If you want to win the game you've got to take good aim, and catch the most marbles with your hippo! Playing Hungry Hungry Hippos - Hungry Hungry hippos!" Curse this evil memory of mine!!!

Is Missouri "Miz-ur-ree" or "Miz-ur-ruh?"

Hearing an engine cut out.

I'm biased but as a Texas boy, I ended up with the BBQ gene. This is a great recipe for briscuit (my mom taught me), trust me - it's really good. It's a mustard-based marinade/bbq sauce and I think it is a pleasant change from the standard "red" type bbq sauces. Ingredients: 1 uncooked briscuit 4 sticks of butter 8 cloves of garlic 2 tblspoons of salt 4tblspoons of black pepper 2 tblspoon of cayenne pepper 1 cup of dried, prepared mustard 4 cups of regular, spreadable mustard 2 cups of vinager 4 lemons Trim off about 75% of the obvious fat surrounding the briscuit. Stab briscuit multiple times with fork - basically tenderizing and creating little pockets for the marinade to infliltrate. Melt butter, grate the lemon skins into the butter, and squeeze lemons into it as well. Chop up or press the garlic cloves and throw in. Add all the other ingredients. Stirring, cook on low heat until simmering. Remove from heat and let cool to around room temperature. Add a little water or simmer a little longer to where the consistancy is basically kinda in the gravy/porridge department. You don't want it all clumpy but you don't want soup, either. Once cooled, put briscuit in pot and slop it around to where all of it is coated with the marinade. Cover and refridgerate for a while - overnite is really good but you can wait as little as however long it takes to fire up the bbq. Fire up the bbq. Get it hot. Regular charcoal or gas both work fine. Heat up the pot with the briscuit in it to where the congealed butter is no longer congealed. Brush off the excess marinade and throw the briscuit on the grill - giving the briscuit a good sear, then cover. A few minutes later, flip the briscuit, and while that side is searing, paint the up-side. Lower heat a little for the main cooking phase. Cover the bbq and when you think the grill might be just starting to burn the meat, flip it over and paint the side that was just on the grill. Repeat this for as long as it takes to cook the briscuit - around three hours seems to do the trick in my experience but go ahead and slice it in the middle and check how rare it is once you think it might be getting done. Also, about the time you start running out of the basting sauce is about when the briscuit usually is near done. You can also do the mesquite thing - especially if you can get some smoke action going on - this recipe reacts pretty well to smoking. When it's all done you will have a very tangy and tender briscuit and it's really good. Hope you like it - it's always worked for me!