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So, all of a sudden, all the mechanisms that report war dead are turned off, like a light switch, and a lone barker gathers this attention? I think not. For those who serve, as I have, there's no way you can turn off that faucet. War dead must be reported by law. Any order to change this would leak nationally. It would destroy any presidency. Interesting notion, but completely without basis. Just find ONE unreported American KIA in Iraq. Won't happen. You're always the starter in your own life!

Go to BBC.com and search for Love. Great Stuff! You're always the starter in your own life!

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Since I am searching for a home, and have been around the block, I feel like sitting down and imparting my two cents (or buck three-eighty) about promoting yourself as a realtor... Start with the feeling you want your clients to get about you. They're looking for someone who can help them find the life they seek in their new home. They want someone who's confident. They want someone to advise them on what they need to do to get their new home. They need an advisor--who knows them. They need someone who knows where they came from and understands where they'd like to go, without telling them what they should like. Prep them. They need a quiet yet informative partner. So how do you convey the power of your importance to them in a manner they desire? Appeal to them as someone who can resolve their fears, who is so sharp, you can find them the diamond in the rough that suits their needs. It's all about the feeling and not necessarily about what you say unless what you say has content that embodies an emotion, or information like a surgical tool. For a card, how about you dressed sharply (dress shirt with suit jacket under your arm) with a bunch of your former customers standing behind you pointing at you and you with your arms extended. Okay, grab some friends. The back of the card is your skydiving instructional card. They'll eat it up. You're always the starter in your own life!

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I'm no marriage counselor but over the past year I've learned more about that stuff (heavy reading) then in all the years of my life stuffed into a can of mushrooms. All studies point to two things for a lasting marriage: 1.) Kindness and 2.) Intimacy. There are stages to love. Sounds like you're done with all of them in reference to your experience with your ex. The strongest stage lasts about 2.5 years (on average.) While there's more to provide in terms of content, my guesstimate and assumption is that you would enjoy tagging her often, but, in reality, she's not your girl for the long haul. For that, you need to find your match: 1.) She must look similar to you; 2.) She must share your core values/religious beliefs; 3.) She must have many common interests; 4.) She must enjoy alot of what you enjoy-on the levels you do; 5.) You are friends who connect on many levels. Lastly, hold out and seek the one you want, otherwise, life goes by without real fulfillment. Like I said, I'm no marriage counselor. Sometimes it may seem right, but it's not, and you can't ignore the clues. Because, if you do... it's your life. You're always the starter in your own life!

I give the appearance and impression that I am competent and effective in performing my job while others get it done and I take the credit! You're always the starter in your own life!

Thesis: Domesticated Cats Have Enslaved Human Owners Yesterday the dean of the department told me that my doctoral thesis was rejected. I argued that cats are smarter then humans because cats are always on vacation while their supposed masters, humans, must always work! If I had the opportunity, I would turn to the wilderness, I would seek justice, I would … (dream sequence) Your honor, I petition the court of the Animal Kingdom for grievance and redress against the outrageous conduct of domesticated cats! Cats are on vacation all the time! All other animals must work. Dogs bark, fetch and dig while cats fart around lounging and sashaying about in their privileged existence of constant leisure! It’s not fair! Cats don’t do jack and get away with it! It’s an outrage! As evidence, please direct your attention to Exhibit 1: lifestyle of the domesticated cat. [A harp plays] Self-bathed, Friskies fed, adored and worshipped by humans, they are expected to do nothing and accomplish nothing, except maybe, snag an occasional mouse…at their leisure of course. Exhibit 2: All other animals (Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries] --gerbils and hamsters run on circular treadmills till exhaustion; birds chirp and perform, fish are forced to live in dirty aquariums, coexist with different harmful species, but not the fabled cat. Cats live [harp plays] in a stress-free world. Not like you or I or every other animal in the animal kingdom. Your honor, I protest! I turn to the jury. Has a cat ever done anything for you? No! To an animal, No! They never complain about not getting enough of the blanket. Have you ever seen a cat holding an I.O.U.? Have you ever seen a cat in counseling? When has a cat ever complained about bills? Huh? Silence? That’s right, because it’s never! But everyone’s heard a dog whimper. Cats are dastardly manipulators! They cheapen us by purring—it’s just a ploy I tell you, a ploy for human owners to give up the affection, give up the lovin’, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it all to the cat! If they don’t get it, cats take two steps at a time on opposing legs, and just walk away. It’s an injustice! It’s an outrage I tell you! Your honor, I have no bias towards members of the cat family except those lazy, domesticated cats. They may look real cute nibbling on their little padded feet, but in the night while you’re sleeping, cat’s be out just a creepin’ all around. Bands of cats forage the night looking for catnip to get stoned on. I’ve seen ‘em myself! I think there’s a song about that. And why does their piss glow under black light? Did you see that? That fat cat just called me a matriarch copulator! Look, he just gave me the middle thimble! “Mister, you have to wake up. You can’t nap outside the Dean’s office.” “What? Did you say I was taking a catnap?” You're always the starter in your own life!

All hell breaks loose when things like that happen... I too remember a time when ... http://www.dropzone.com/cgi-bin/forum/gforum.cgi?post=1343024#1343024 You're always the starter in your own life!

Nice inverted pirouette. Glad to hear all is well and you recovered your board. Talk about adrenaline, I did a jump wearing ski goggles and a yellow rain coat and pants for a rap music video. I got an adrenaline shot the moment I exited when the rain coat/pants started flapping my limbs freakin' me out. Thanks for the vid--I can show it to my peeps. You're always the starter in your own life!

Kick Arse! That cat knows the elusive 'Hit and Run' style of martial art. In real life he'd of shaken them off after the first 15 seconds. Entertaining footage. Thanks! (Of course I had to send the link to a couple of my peeps.) You're always the starter in your own life!

There's definitely something euphoric about Beerfests, Octoberfests, beer tasting etc. Thanks for the interesting experience. I went to an Octoberfest in Sharon, PA once, didn't stop drinking until the ground felt like a roller coaster (but still managed a few sips before I had to check my eyelids for holes.) Anyone ever try Lindeman's Frambou (sp?) can't drink much of it but boy it's refreshing! You're always the starter in your own life!

Righteous! You're always the starter in your own life!

Thanks for sharing that experience. For me, not being a pilot but more of a historian, what those aircraft represent, soaring the skies in their splendor, was awe inspiring. To anyone in aviation, the DC-10 was the most successful aircraft of its' generation, both technologically and commercially. Thanks. That was some cool shit! You're always the starter in your own life!

I served on the Spiegel Grove back in '83 when I was in the service. Interesting story. Thanks. You're always the starter in your own life!

Last night I joined others in attending Sara’s memorial at the Living Hope Worship Center in Swedesboro, NJ. Not only was the house packed but all those damn skydivers from Crosskeys showed up and turned it into a standing room only event. The church exceeded capacity as the line trailed out to the parking lot. Yonatan’s deeply moving personal account of the tragedy and what she meant to him was overwhelming. When Mark Kruse spoke on behalf of the skydivers in attendance, and we raised our hands, it looked like an army of Spartacus, where everyone claimed to be he, as all of us claimed unity; unity with Sara. Mark’s poignant remarks about Crosskeys as being the most ethnically diverse place in all of New Jersey rang true to me. Even if I could take two people to Crosskeys from the 24 countries on 5 continents I’ve been too, it wouldn’t come close to the wealth of people from all over this world that finds wonder at CK. The U.N. would be proud. Although born and grown in New Jersey, I learned Sara was a well traveled adventurer too. No wonder she loved Crosskeys, a safari of diversity. Mark’s placement of a pink rose, to symbolize Sara, remained on the pedestal throughout the memorial. Following the brief slideshow of Sara’s life, I was all ready to hear about Sara and Yonatan’s trip to Israel. I’m not a church going person, but to share that moment with everyone, to experience the warmth of her pastors, her congregation and the Crosskeys skydiving fraternity in celebration of Sara, was heart rendering. I keeping thinking of The Dance, by Garth Brooks: Looking back, on the memory of The dance we shared, 'neath the stars alone For a moment, all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye And now, I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end, the way it all would go Our lives, are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss, the dance Holding you, I held everything For a moment, wasn't I a king But if I'd only known, how the king would fall Hey who's to say, you know I might have chanced it all And now, I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end, the way it all would go Our lives, are better left to chance, I could have missed the pain But I'd of had to miss, the dance Yes my life, is better left to chance I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance. I’m glad Sara crossed my path. I always felt she was very special. For all those who knew Sara, and especially those closest -- family, Yonatan, friends, my heart goes out to you. I don’t know how you’ll find your way back to the world. With all things in life, each has their own path. My deepest sympathies to Sara, her family and friends. R.I.P. Sara Loshe. You're always the starter in your own life!

I really admired Sara, (not as a crush, but in admiration of a wholesome person who was a skydiving enthusiast.) Over the few years that I knew Sara, I was at the edge of the circle, as an acquaintance with conversations in passing. When you see someone, exchange a few words, watch them carefully pack your chute, board and hop out of planes, you get a sense of what they’re about. I think she was an Angel in disguise. Really. On Safety Day at CK March 12, I hadn’t the slightest notion that Sara, in the Square 3 store giving a packing lecture, would show us a star and the moon, uh, moonshine, I mean full moon on a winter day; well, actually two half moons. In my 20 years in corporate America I’ve heard speeches, seen presentations, attended training seminars, open forums with hundreds of people, and on that day I can’t begin to tell you how impressed I was with Sara’s poise and confidence as she stood and delivered. She blew me away. She mixed straight talk with technical points, transitioned into mistakes and proper procedure just as casually as if she were talking to one person, not two dozen. Her interaction with her audience and they with her sent ripples of laughter in both directions. She was charming to watch. So, as she knelt down over a rig on the floor demonstrating packing procedures and errors, her pants slowly inched south, a.k.a. plumber’s butt. Apparently she liked a certain style of undergarment, which, of course, she looked very nice in. So, as we’re listening to her, many of us are thinking, right now it’s just below the line of decency, any further might be a tad uncomfortable. But, she kept going. Now, how do you interrupt someone giving a lecture to whisper, “Hey, your butt is showing.”? Ah, well, you don’t. So, she’s really into these points she’s making as she works on the rig, the sun is out, and here comes the moon. Then, without missing a beat, she stands up, pulls her pants back up, then kneels back down and continues. A few of us made eye contact and cracked up. From that point on I thought, WOW! Not only is she hot, smart and cool, but she’s bad! If you were a fierce, tattooed, cigar chewing Indy race car mechanic fine tuning your prized, hand made flagship race car, you’d be furious if anyone saw anything wrong or even looked the wrong way at your machine. On race day Sara could walk right up, glance at you and say, “That looks funny to me.” and you’d be all over it. A group of us had the fortune of having Range shoot video of a jump. As the last seconds of the video appeared on the tv, Sara, walking by, spots something. While the tape rewinds she immediately goes into tracking techniques with Darren, from our jump. The tape plays and there it is, with everyone nodding their heads on how to achieve greater horizontal separation. True, this takes place all the time at dropzones. But Darren could’ve been a member of a National RW Team. It didn’t matter. What struck me about Sara is that she was as she came, honest, straightforward, unpretentious, and without the hang-ups of ego or hidden agenda. She was so pure in her manner it was disarming. To steal a line from Shrek for Sara, “What kind of skydiver are you?” One of a kind. My sincerest condolences to Sara’s family and friends. R.I.P. Sara Loshe. You're always the starter in your own life!

I thought it was liquor in front, poker in rear? You're always the starter in your own life!

The more I think about this the worse it gets! In the Marines on Camp Schwab in Okinawa, my bunkie gets up before daybreak after partying out in the ville of Henoko. I say, "Hey, whaddaya doin?" And he responds, "Traversing fire," as he pisses back and forth in our cubicle. In Panama, a Staff Sgt challenges his platoon to show some tough balls. One daring Marine takes him on. At the urinal, they fill up their clear plastic cups, return to the bar, and the Staff Sgt says, "Bombs Away!" and drinks his urine in one nasty gulp (all of us were gagging!) His challenger takes one feeble nibble sip, and does an 'Exorcist vomit' all over the table. The Staff Sgt picks up some chunks, dumps them in his cup, adds beer, which foams over and says, "Tough balls!" This close friend of mine... real close, gets discharged from the service, hooks up with a tall hot chick who's on the swim team. At his apt. they go into the bathroom to shower together, and, after a minute being alone under the shower, she pokes her head out and says, "What are you doing?" He's on the can, fulfilling his duty to shit, shower and shave! Not to hijack this thread about me (that's why they say "Happy Birthday to ME, right?) In my early 20's I'm cruisin' on over to South St. in Philly to hook up with this MILF (14 yrs my senior.) Being naturally stupid, I had consumed several beers before the drive, took off w/o peeing and hit gridlock a few blocks short of the club. Here's the picture, the city is bustling with people walking to the right, the the left, thank god it they were one-way streets. My hand is high up on the wheel and I'm hunched over with a hand on the joystick filling up a 7-Eleven Super Colossal HyperGulp! This cup is so big, planet Earth would resemble a pea next to it. Anyway, it overflows on to my lap! So, what do I do? I put on my long jacket and go into the club, of course! You're always the starter in your own life!

If they say, "You're crazy." Reply, "You know the guy who wrote the 'Wizard of Oz," L Frank Baum?" ...silence... "Well, he said that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the truly unusual ones, for the rest are like leaves on a tree, who live and die, unnoticed." You're always the starter in your own life!

"You gotta be shittin' me!" "No, I wouldn't shit you, your my favorite turd." Funny stuff! You're always the starter in your own life!

Thanks for all the info you gathered on L. Ron Hubbard's hubbub. Interestingly, strange, stuff--but I like stuff like that. My oldest brother, David, worked as a mechanic for Newman-Sharpe Racing in the 80's where actor Paul Newman and his new friend from "The Color of Money" Tom Cruise, drove race cars. Dave was thoroughly impressed with Newman. He was completely unimpressed with Cruise. Tom Cruise, at the time, was married to Mimi Rogers. Tom was and is as you see him in the interviews, superficial. Unfortunately, I was overseas in the military but my Pop got to meet all of them. Anyway, Mr. Cruise may speak and emphasize points, but he doesn't go deep on anything. In the Today Show interview with Matt Lauer, he made a complete ass of himself by antagonizing Matt and revealing his ugly side. On Oprah, he was behaving like a lovestruck pre-teen. He's simply not that sophisticated. Spielberg's got to be pissed--what a distraction to his publicity machine. Scientology has Cruise wrapped up. L. Ron Hubbard wrote the "Science of Mental Health" Dianetics in like, what, 3 months? His faked bio has him a Naval hero, when he never even served (he served very briefly in the Merchant Marines.) Hubbard was a modern day Messiah whose accomplishments were trumped up to place him on a cracker jack pedestal. Unfortunately, Scientology is a major institution and it's scorned in Europe. Cruise doesn't know the history of psychiatry--it was told to him and through light reading. Cruise doesn't have a degree. I actually enjoy his acting but my brother doesn't believe anything he does (he knows him.) Unfortunately, the more he speaks his mind, the more of a buffoon he reveals himself to be--mistakes George C. Scott and Marlon Brando paid dearly for, and, if he continues, Cruise will too. You're always the starter in your own life!

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One probably might look cool for the first 30 seconds cruising that jet bike gizmo.. until it heats up, burns your friggin' scrotes and ya gotta leap off due to pain! Ouch (Impact) Ouch!! You're always the starter in your own life!