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Oh yeah, perfect landing is a must, but under what circumstances would you be able to level off, and not be able to control it. If something went wrong, then it probably went TERRIBLY wrong and pieces are missing. At this point, there is no leveling off and yet they still need to get out. I guess there's the odd chance that the SRB's just happen to fall off at the same time early, or a seagull gets stuck in the SSME after liftoff, but then again, there's no way in hell that stuff is going to happen. Even if bailing out was easier, quicker, and possible, the idea that it is only a plan for something going a little wrong is just silly. There are no little problems. Either things go very bad and are followed up by the impossible solution actually working, or they just go bad and the inherent dangers are once again realized.

If they could level off, then there'd be no reason to bail out. It's a glider, one with a glide ratio resembling that of a rock, or level 7 AFF trying to track, but a glider none the less. The hatch and boom intent is to make space travel look safe to the public. The public, in the form of the Gov't, funds NASA, so every moron's opinion matters. It's easier to make the village idiot think it's safe, than to explain to him that it will always be inherently dangerous. Things like this, and the zip line down from the gantry then run over to the bunker and wait for the super tank to come save them all before the massive explosions, they're just ways of showing that something was done. As we all know, it's the decisions made by each individual involved that can make it safer, but how do you explain that to the guy who thinks kayaking at his local lake is extreme. You don't, you waste time and resources building unrealistic contraptions that he'll never understand, but for the life of me I'll never understand, he'll accept. Man, I hate the average guy.

Not TMI! Very interesting. I have a degree in rocket science, just not the job title, yet. Anything related to the space program is fascinating to me. It's what got me into skydiving, actually. I was in Tittusville, working at Space Camp during part of college to help pay the bills, and learned that since Challenger they've create an egress scenario during ascent (though highly questionable as to the likelyhood of actually working) that involves bailing out the side door dowm an extendable boom. So, me and a bunch of buddies went to the local DZ, did a tandem, and 4 years later I'm still jumping. Although things have shifted a bit towards the skydiving end of the spectrum since graduating and still not being employed as an aerospace engineer, but someday that'll turn around and I'll find the balance again.

That was a pretty smooth transition from a year and a half ago to today. So did you learn your lesson Viking? Gaurd your emotions, build walls around yourself so nobody can get inside of who you are, and for god's sake stop telling us about women who smile at you. (this post can't die yet until you learn your lesson) Just kidding about some of that stuff, you can post cheesy stuff in your life. We need good fodder to last until September of 2004!

Hey, they still run that strip as of 2001. Haven't been back since, so I don't know about today. As for Herpe's High, yup, highest rate of STD's in a high school in all of Florida (for those not familiar with some of the many contributions Riddle offers the world).

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I watched Joe Millioniare to see if the women lived up to my expectations. And, as promised, they did, A bunch of GOLDIGGING wenches. That was some fun stuff. Go Joe!

Eggseptional yolks just don't get old. I say let's post it again next week too!

There are only three catagories of conversation I'll take up on a plane: 1. What do you want to do on this one? 2. The subsequent answer to number one, or re-ask the question in hopes someone else has a brilliant idea. 3. Anything that'll make a tandem student wet his/her shorts in fear of his/her life. Otherwise I agree with sleep.

Ummm...hope the world does self destruct? I'll try most anything once, and bring everyone down with me in the process! Wha ha ha! Or maybe 2003 can be like the second in each string of star wars movies. Just a filler between the fun stuff. I know, we can spend this whole year looking forward to next year, because it MUST be better than this year...right? Oh screw it, live for the moment and keep writing 2002 on your checks and in your log book.

I was really hoping to learn new sex tips here, so you can imagine my disapointment when you described one of the simulators we used at Space Camp when I used to work there a few years back. Please people, grow up, and only share adult stuff here (like new sex tips).

BRAIN BUCKET: If your chutes don't open, you make less of a mess for the maintanence guy to clean up after. YOU ALL SCARE ME: Ever see one of those "special" kids with a helmet on? Well, most skydivers act like that in the air. I know that's why I wear a helmet. Those are my usual answers. Nobody likes a boring, safety oriented answer. I once had a class of 4th graders chanting at me to pull the silver handle...just after I had a repack. They didn't know what would happen, or care, just that it had to be exciting since I said not to touch it.

4. I'm desperately trying to figure out why Kamikaze pilots wore helmets. You know, I've been asked that by non-skydivers relating to my mindwarp plenty of times. I bet you'd have to be a kamakazi pilot to understand why they do. Let me know how that goes!

But your low to surfing is the best part...I love playing "how long can you hold your breath", and then there's everyone's favorite "which way is up?" High: I can't get any lower Low: I've been higher, and can't seem to get back up there

New Year's Eve was another dissapointment. That'll teach me not to follow the flock...baaa-aaa-aaa.

Daisy Duke screen saver.......Daisy Duke...mmmmmmmmmmmm

_____________________________________ Teleport to me within the next 48 earth hours and I will pay $40,000 2002 US cash. Please only reply if you are reliable. Send a (SEPARATE) email to me at: ---@---.com ___________________________________ See, now, I have the stuff he/she/it wants, but I don't have a teleporter. And I don't think I'm reliable enough to email back, so I guess he/she/it is stuck here in 2003. I wonder how much $40,000 2002 US cash would have been worth today. I bet it would be like, a million dollars or something like that. Ah nuts.

Go back about 600 threads, and see a large posting of everyone's favorite jump planes. Once again, I loved the Skyvan in Deland when I used to call it home DZ. It had the bar to hang from, as well as a camera that recorded everyone's exit that was then replayed in the bar at night. Fun stuff. Least favorite: Skyvan at Perris. Nothing wrong with it, it's a great plane that would otherwise be on the top of my list. Once, during the women's world record in 2002, I lost the right fuel cap between jumps. Mechanics and owners had to scurry in less than an hour to build one out of an otter cap since there were no extras of this specialty item on hand. I don't like this plane because it reminds me that sometimes I can be a moron. Then again, maybe that's a good thing.

Get a cypress if you don't already have one. I'm not making a joke, I'm just trying to put myself in your shoes. You've got a baby on the way that needs you, and you need to plan for this to happen in the worse place. Good luck with this, and I hope you're one of the many here who seem to have had it once, and only once.

wasn't this forum called Friday funnies? Let's stay on topic people. This is not one of BillVon's gvt. policy forums.

For the love of God.....WHAT HAPPENED????

This great alarm clock tuned into the atomic clock, with temp readout, and a remote temp gauge, barometer (to predict the next 12 hours of weather), and best of all the laser projection of the time and temp so I don't have to search through the night nocking over stuff to see what time it is. It's the last clock/temp/alarm I'll ever have to buy, ever. Add to that a Moth (sweet r/c glider which is way better than the delta wing designs), and a pair of Gaotrz sunglasses because my $12 pair I skydive in are about to explode. I had asked for slutty, hot twins, but didn't get them. I guess Santa was trying to be nice since he couldn't produce. Not bad all in all.

I don't handle expectations well. Makes meeting new girls laughable. Makes staying with girl I love, tense. There are so many things to learn in life, and this just doesn't seem to be one of the ones I'm going to. And there are too many other things to do and learn that spending an entire life on one like the right choise.

What...an observer can't be a skydiver???

You gave a dog a bath indoors in a jacuzzi? HHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! You're screwed. Don't Confuse Me With My Own Words