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i've heard this many times, but my experience was very different. i had a total and pulled at terminal and remember it being very soft. i'm not sure this is typical, though.

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read this list on another website and laughed and laughed. everybody poops. the website also had a forum somewhat like ours just full of scatological weirdos that were all sexual or uncomfortably fixated about their poop...i had to stop reading after the second post...it creeped me out. all that aside...i have no problems posted about poop here, for some reason. my friends and i have ways of describing work poops that include: -the turtlehead in a blender: when you have turtlehead, sit down to take care of it and it starts out okay, but then ends in a horrible episode of diarrhea. -b.o.d. poop: broken off poop. when you have poop just sticking out your butt and have to wipe something like 2,347 times to get yourself all clean. (wipe until it's white, right, bruce?) (the rest from other sources..) CLEAN POOP: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper. SECOND WAVE POOP: This happens when you're done pooping, have pulled your underwear up to your knees and you realize you have to poopie some more. POP-A-VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOP: The kind where you strain so hard you practically have a stroke. LINCOLN LOG POOP: This kind of poopie is so huge, you are afraid to flush without breaking it up with your pencil. GASSEY POOP: It is so noisy that everyone within earshot is giggling. DRINKER POOP: The kind of poopie you have after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks at the bottom of the toilet bowl. CORN POOP: (self explanatory) GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOP POOP: The kind where you want to poopie but all you could do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times. SPINAL TAP POOP: This kind hurts so bad coming out, you swear it is leaving sideways. WET CHEEKS POOP (aka POWER DUMP): The kind that comes out so fast, your behind is splashed with toilet water. LIQUID POOP: The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out and splashes all over the toilet bowl and you. UPPER CLASS POOP: The kind of poopie that does not smell. SUPRISE POOP: You are not even at the toilet because you are positive you will only fart, but...(oops!) a poopie. DANGLING POOP: This poopie refuses to drop even though you know you are done pooping. You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose. ATOMIC POOP: The kind that burns on the way out and it still burns hours after you poopie. then there's the euphemisms for pooping like: -brown dog barking at the back door -dropping the kids off at the pool anyone know any others? (so glad i could get all this out here and not have to join the weirdos at the poop forum .)

is this website still active? link, please? there should be an aggiedave school where you could give money to be trained to be just like aggiedave...the things we all could learn.

how strange...were you the model for the real doll? (pds-you called it first!) http://www.realdoll.com/image/charlie/md12.jpg this is one of the most entertaining threads i've seen in a while...i'm *SO* going to hell for this...but then again, I was going for lots of other reasons, so in the big scheme of things, this thread's not so bad.

http://www.freefall.com/webcam.htm I cannot get it to work, though...wrong version of internet explorer or something...

hi, angelee, it's beth from aggieland... instead of slinks, some people have hard metal d shaped links that hold their canopy to their risers. in order to protect the grommets of your slider from getting nicked on these hard links, people place plastic tubes that form fit around the tops of the links as a barrier. the plastic tubes are called bumpers. i bet todd has some next time you're out...you can see them. ps. congrats on your 100th. i'm very happy for you! B

I have a dear friend who was a gamecock...nothing beats one side of the stadium screaming, "GAME..." and then the other side responding, "COCKS!" and when you see him, even though his team sucks it up real bad...you can say, "Heh, Bruce? Go cocks." It means the world to him. He's also one of the few friends I have to whom I can give gifts that have "Cocks" written on them. Hee. Cocks. Hee. Sorry, all you guys at South Carolina...it's just good plain fun. =) Beth

i used to have the hardest time keeping everything straight with my money...i even used to bounce checks (gasp!) after becoming confused between the two different bank accounts i have open. i tried to use quicken, but found that my banks' webpages didn't make it very easy to download transactions...ease of transaction maintenance was the main reason i wanted to use quicken, not taxes, not billing, just reconciling my checkbooks. so, i made an excel spreadsheet that does it all for me. i have to enter each transaction, but i have it set up to give me a pie graph of the breakdown of where my money goes/how it was spent. i gave a copy to a friend and she loves it too. i reconcile online (the link to my bank webpage is embedded in the spreadsheet) and simply tear up my bank statements when they get to me...as far as i'm concerned, the statements are old news by the time they show up anyway. i've used it for over a year now and it's helped a lot. for example, i realized that i was spending more on local phone service and long distance charges than it would cost me to use a cell...so now, i own a cell phone and cut the land line...yippee! no more phone calls from solicitors or anyone else you would rather not talk with, for that matter...although sprint did have the nerve to call me once to try to sell me something...jerks. anyway, here's a picture of this month's spreadsheet to give you an idea of what i mean. you can set up any category of spending that you like; it's pretty straight forward. if you want a starter copy for yourself, let me know and i'll email you one. =) cheers, beth Picture 1.pdf

from foxnews.com sounds like the best case scenario to me...wonder what it was?

i've seen this time and time again from people that are needing attention...they thrive on it and negative attention is much easier to get than positive attention. (i'm encouraging it even now as i write this post...doh!) kicking him off would only fuel his fire...let him stay and deal with his indiscretions. he might even learn something. nacmacfeegle is dead on...if he plays by the rules, let him stay. it isn't like anyone around here is going to let this guy slide, right? there was an apology this morning when i logged on...perhaps he can be taught!

while handsome and ugly are subjective words...i can write that i once dated and thought myself head over heels with a man that sported a rounded tummy, a bald head and bad teeth. he was the single most funny and intelligent man i had ever met...and therefore the most sexy. it's all about the brain for some women. my friends would come to me and say, "I met the perfect guy for you today...bald, bad teeth...you'd love him!" yeah, they weren't kidding. (my current dreamy boyfriend has everything a girl could want-i'm the luckiest girl in the world.)

This is a good one my best friend and I employ: Would you own a three-legged dog? The question speaks to their heart. Beauty, sex, money, etc. are all ephemeral...a good person will always be a good person.

did you tell him you want your money back? remember everyone, there's always a *reason* you broke up with someone...nostalgia is not worth it. i promise.

From a friend: beth

ducky.. sorry, asc here means austin skydiving center. i can relate to the fellow you know, though! beth

my name is elizabeth martin and i don't land well either. we're talking i've only landed well on about 30 out of 230 jumps. nazis, please don't go all crazy on me ...i am extraordinarily skilled at PLFing and am also aggresively addressing my skill and mental issues... i'm only trying to make you feel a little better, gale...you're not alone and the feeling of embarrassment may be lessened when you realize that some of your friends who come in perfect every time with either straight in or carved approaches don't know how or are scared to PLF. i like to look at the positive side of negative situations...you're not a terrible biffer! you're an expert PLF-er!

thanks for the thread! odd facts are so fun. they help out lots when you're doing your cliff from cheers impression at parties...(it's a little known fact that...) bhale could be our savior when the energy crisis hits...perhaps he should start saving up?

holy crap...those shots should come with waivers! (hee...) you making any with vodka and lime jello? (hint..hint) i'm looking forward to hanging out with the mellow crowd out at lexington...nothing like jumping at home to make you all nostalgic... you guys should see the bruise i have from my bounce on sunday...that ground was hard! good news...it feels almost like new two days later and as Rick put it...a good deal of my right leg now matches my gear...purple! yippee! see you on saturday! beth

beth was on the ground getting students dressed...i'm sorry i missed it...next time, for sure! =) congrats on a great dive...i heard the celebrations during the pizza lunch. cheers, emartin

andy- it was such a pleasure to meet you...i didn't realize until after you left how *far* you came to attend the AOT boogie! wow! thanks for coming and i'm glad you had fun. i'd like to give huge kudos to pablito, aggiedave, todd...as well the manifest bee and worker bees (kathy, cindy, brenda and ruth). the boogie was a lot bigger than i dreamed it would be...for a six month old one-cesna dropzone with one native packer (aggiedave worked hard...) and one native video guy (pablo packs when he can...works hard with aggiedave...) and a just broken in manifest crew as well as dzo todd (who has a deeply bruised heel from a recent hard landing but flew many tandems happily last weekend)...i believe it came off really well and it's clear that most everyone had a brilliant time. the boogie helped everyone to see what a nice return the aggies have made to coulter field and serves as a dignified memorial to the aggies that lost their lives there. i look forward to seeing more of you again in future boogies. kbell (sorry, honey, i'm pointing at you...) has great resolution dig pics of many aspects of the boogie...perhaps he could be persuaded to give them up in a post? (don't hold your breath, though; we *are* tenacious lurkers.) i believe this has been said, but it bears repeating: kathy spillers (manifest@skydiveaggieland.com) is collecting monetary contributions to help out mike gahan on his road to recovery. (these monies will go toward helping cover his living expenses, i believe...i hope he can get a break on the med bills, as has been posted in another thread...) contact kathy if you'd like to make a contribution. cheers, beth (edit corrected kathy's email.)

has anyone out there ever changed out their pc on their javelin? i'm pretty happy with the new rig, with a couple of small exceptions and this one big one...the pilot chute! i've got bruises that remind me of my student status days...the snatch is pretty brisk on regular speed deployments and if i've been freeflying and don't sufficiently cup prior to throwing out, things get ugly. i don't even get a chance to throw out any longer...once the pc has cleared the bottom of the container pouch, it's yanked from my fingers. any thoughts would be greatly appreciated. i'll be calling sunpath here in a bit if i'm not able to figure this out... ps. i'm flying a spectre 170...i used to jump a mirage g3 with the same spectre and loved it, but needed to upsize my container size.

that's right...i used to be ashamed...i would be hanging out with my friends, and they would make a snide comment about barry and i would inwardly cringe, knowing i wasn't sharing my true self with them...i even had to choose my boyfriends very carefully, and wait to tell them until they know me well enough for it not to be a deal breaker...but that's all in the past now. i'm here, i know all the words to every classic barry manilow song there is, get used to it!!! my closest friend has even supported me by giving me that cd box set and has been quoted as saying, " i love my barry manilow fan friend beth! " it feels good to be free!

muenkel, what do you mean found some old albums recently, and are embarrassed about your barry manilow?!? i am the pround owner of the barry manilow cd box set, inlcuding a song book and video tape of concert highlights! i've seen him twice in concert, *recently* and i love barry manilow. don't care who knows it. he writes the songs that make the whole world sing. (well, actually, he didn't write that particular one...) now, i've got some lionel ritchie i could give away...

cutting and pasting sounds good to me, skydiverbrian...here you go: from the NYTimes travel section on july 26, 2002... ***** FROM ESCAPES | JOURNEYS Taking the Plunge Into the Great Beyond By ANNA BAHNEY T 10,000 feet above Sonoma County, the parallel lines of vineyards curving through the wineries below looked like the fingerprint of Northern California. Hills with knuckled bunches of trees sloped down to the blue vein of the Russian River as shafts of sun entered the Cessna's windows. It was a serene view and I felt calm, even as my fingers maniacally rubbed my seat belt. Advertisement "Ready?" a voice yelled above the din of the engine, interrupting the reverie and momentary self-denial that I was about to jump out of a plane. The voice was that of Dave Pifke, my jump instructor. In less time than it had taken me to sign away my life for the opportunity to sky-dive, Mr. Pifke had clipped himself to my harness from behind in four places. He pushed up the airplane's door at my right and I felt the tug of gravity. I turned back to give a last look to the friend who had made reservations for us at Skydive San Francisco in Cloverdale, Calif., after a seemingly innocuous "things I've never done" conversation. He responded with eyebrows raised in encouragement, and I put my right foot on the ledge outside the plane. But my hands would not let go of the doorway. Mr. Pifke gently pulled them across my chest. I nodded to him and with a deep in-breath we tumbled out into the void. As I gulped down a column of air straight from the sky, Mr. Pifke steered us in a 360-degree view of the land below. He pulled the rip cord, and the chute opened about 16 feet above us. We were yanked to a vertical position and soared under the canopy. But only for a moment. Then we started spinning wildly. Though I did not realize it at the time, the parachute had not opened properly and was now tangling into itself. This was not good. "Did you like that free fall?" Mr. Pifke asked. Without waiting for my response, he said, "Good; we're going to do it again," and cut free the tangled chute, propelling us into a second, terrifying plunge to the ground. Recreational sky diving, primarily the domain of extreme-sport enthusiasts, has become more accessible with the popularization of tandem jumping, in which an experienced jumper takes a novice along, strapped in front for the ride. For less than $200 and half a day of your time, you can add a notch to your adventure belt, to go along with rock climbing, water skiing and parasailing. An estimated 250,000 people tandem jump each year, and there are jumping facilities all over the country. Tandem sky diving — in which an experienced jumper controls an approximately 60-second free fall and five minutes under a single canopy — offers an incomparable rush, a wholly new physical sensation and maybe a video as proof. "A lot of people are glad to do it, and glad to be done with it," said Jim Crouch, the director of safety and training at the United States Parachute Association, the certificate organization for sky diving. Even for those with little appetite for exiting solo from a perfectly good plane, tandem jumps are becoming a visceral way to memorably mark life's major events. What better celebration of the end of bachelorhood, the end of college or the end of your 40's than by emblazoning a sensory overload on that period of your life? Derek Sawyer of Boscawen, N.H., awoke on a morning just before his 50th birthday last month to discover that his daughter had organized an 11-member party of family and friends to make the jump he had always talked about. Mr. Sawyer, a service manager at a truck dealership, said, "When you only do it once in a lifetime, it is just one of those days you never forget." Some of his friends had other reactions. He said, "A friend who jumped with us called me a week after and told me, `For your 60th, make sure you know what your kids are planning before inviting me to your party.' " Although sometimes a first sky dive is just a stunning surprise or a promise made after too many drinks, it is usually simply something one always wanted to do. The sensation of flying was familiar to Kerry Sheehan, 21, a downhill speed-skier. "But speed while you're not touching the ground is different," Ms. Sheehan said. She didn't know she was going to throw herself from a plane when she went on a "camping trip" with her boyfriend until the road ended with a sign for Skydive New England in Lebanon, Me. "I pulled over to the side of the road because I was freaking out, afraid I was going to wreck the car," Ms. Sheehan said. "An hour later I was jumping out of a plane at 13,500 feet." Tandem sky diving became a recreational opportunity in the early 1980's, after equipment light and strong enough to handle two bodies became available. Developed by Ted Strong and Bill Booth, competing gear manufacturers based in Florida, tandem jumping went through years of experimentation before the method used today emerged. The Federal Aviation Agency kept tandem jumping in a regulatory gray area for 17 years before sanctioning it in July 2001. Up until then, every person who jumped had to have a single harness and two chutes; tandem sky divers have a dual harness and a dual chute. (During the 17-year trial period, the manufacturers certified tandem instructors.) Bill Booth, 56, is the owner and president of Uninsured Relative Workshop Inc., a company that makes harnesses and whose name purposely indicates the legal risks. "In 1983, when the technology got there, I said it's time," Mr. Booth said. "I put together a big chute, made a harness, strapped on my secretary and we jumped out of the plane." Ted Strong did much the same thing. Then the two manufacturers began to look at methods of regulating the sport for people not as eccentric as themselves. "I looked at all the ways people got killed in normal sky diving," Mr. Booth said, referring to how he developed rules for the sport. "For example, people get too low before they open." So they recommended a release altitude for tandem jumpers of 5,000 feet. A typical solo jumper can open the chute at 2,500 feet. They intended to allow tandem jumpers 2,500 feet (albeit a matter of 12 seconds) to cope with any problems. A drogue chute is released during free fall to slow the velocity to 120 miles an hour from 170 miles an hour, on a par with the rate of descent for a solo jumper. Additionally, each pack is equipped with an automatic activation device, which digitally monitors air pressure from the moment the plane leaves the ground and self-deploys the reserve chute if the people are falling too fast when they reach 2,000 feet. Those worried about the risks of tandem jumping might take some solace from Mr. Booth's analysis. "The main chute has a one-in-a- thousand chance of not opening," he said. "The reserve chute fails at the same rate. If neither of them open, at a-million-to-one odds, it's just not your day." "Good. We're going to do it again." We broke away from the malfunctioning main chute and entered a second free fall — roughly 1,000 feet in five seconds — with my heart in my throat and my voice trailing behind us in a scream. Then Mr. Pifke pulled the reserve rip cord and suddenly there was the hug of the harness and the bounce of rope as the reserve parachute opened up into what my friend later called "the prettiest blue I ever saw." I knew that everything was all right when I looked down to the airfield we were aiming for and saw the drop zone employees running and waving at us. Then one of them dropped his pants in a salute to Mr. Pifke's abilities and the two of us were laughing as we landed hard on the tarmac. As my friend and I left the airport, we felt charged, a little wobbly and reverent for the hold of the ground. The employees, who collectively arrange for about 1,500 jumps a year, gathered around to send us off, waving and calling out, "Drive safely." ***** this is better anyhow, cuz you can avoid all of the pop under windows that the site throws your way...