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I don't do big ways, but when it comes to boogies: if the cost works out to be about what I'd pay for food (I don't drink alcohol) anyway, sure. If I do the math and I'm being charged more than I'd be willing to pay for dinner, I'm out. Boogies for me are about jumping, and if it's more cost effective to jump during a boogie i'll go, otherwise I'll read about it on fbook from those who did. cavete terrae.

Something I wrote years ago… fortunately other people repasted it to forums besides the one I posted it on, so I could find it by remembering a few passages I was born in the year 1981. When I played as a kid, we played outside. We climbed trees and jumped out of them. We used swingsets built in woodchips that'd give you slivers if you fell, and we played on monkey bars over concrete. When you see Billy fall off and break his arm, that'll give you an incentive not to **** up. We walked to school, even though it was a couple of miles, because when you're a kid, a couple of miles is pretty much next door. Once you're at school, recess was war, and if nobody bled, everybody lost. We had tugs of war (sure as hell not a TUG OF PEACE), and the ultimate reward was to watch the enemy (not other. ENEMY.) team fall on their faces and shed tears of failure. We played Red Rover, and god dammit, you hit that line like an old man driving into a farmer's market, or every other kid would know you were sandbagging and you'd be ridiculed. We played a game called Smear The Queer, where whoever was "it" was to be tackled by everyone else, and you know what? Being "it" was fun because you got to attempt to outrun and outsmart the unwashed masses. It was a physically rough activity, and frankly we expected it to be, and anything less would be pointless. We played dodgeball, and I mean real dodgeball. There were no little foam balls that have a terminal velocity of about 4mph and could be caught by a half-blind one armed leper from Calcutta. No, we had rubber balls that stung like a mother****er if you got hit, and if you managed to tag little Susie upside the head in just the right way, you'd get the ultimate reward: The Echo of Justice, where the ball reverberates audibly as her head snaps backwards and a line of saliva sails through the air like a grappling hook cast by a ninja. That's right, HER HEAD. Girls weren't safe just because they had a vagina, and head shots were the goal, not something to be punished. Not everyone can be a winner, and those who failed didn't cry in the corner and have their parents sue the school. They learned that giving anything less than everything is unfair to you, and to your team, and you have to BUST YOUR ASS TO SUCCEED. We carried bookbags the size of our entire bodies, and it made us tougher. After school, we rode bikes without helmets around the neighbourhood and camped in the front yard. We'd play until dark with no parents putting leashes on us and watching our every move. At dark, we'd come in... to get flashlights, then we'd hustle back outside. Shovels would be absconded with for devious purposes, and garden hoses aided and abetted our nefarious plans. We'd get up at 6am on a Saturday to watch Voltron and Transformers, and backyard emulations of Optimus Prime vs Megatron were sure to follow. You scrape a knee, you wipe it off and get back to playing, laughing the whole time. We had Nerf Bow and Arrow and learned how to make it shoot harder. We used slip 'n' slides and got grass stains and every so often someone would really biff it and break an arm or something, but know what? That's cool, because you got a cast, and even the girl you pretended to hate but really had a crush on would sign it. We played video games sometimes, but only as a respite from the physical exhaustion of playing outside, or something to do at sleepover parties. The concept of sitting in front of a computer and playing a video game for 30 hours was something we had heard of, but didn't see the appeal. We did watch Nick at Nite though, and loved the innocent hilarity of it. During summer, we'd spend all day at the pool without sunblock, eat Dairy Queen, and run amok until we were so tired that we just wanted to go to bed and do it all over again. Then there are the children of today. Play inside where parents can see you, lest you be stolen by boogeymen in white vans. Don't climb that tree, you'll fall and break your neck. Don't swing so hard on that swingset, you don't know how well it's made. The monkey bars aren't even there anymore. Mommy will give you a ride to school, and wait for her to sign you out from school when the day is over. Recess better be spent inside, so we can make happy little drawings. Maybe if you're good, you can have a Tug Of Peace, but remember, everyone is a winner! Red Rover? Certainly not, you could dislocate a shoulder! Dodgeball? Well maybe, but we'll have to use a foam ball and you have to aim for the right thigh. SMEAR THE WHAT? YOUNG MAN, YOU ARE GETTING DETENTION! Ok, at least the school day is over, so you can go ride bikes with Frankie, but don't forget the bodyguard. Remember to wear your helmet and Michelin Man suit! I'm glad you all got As, it's good to see that everyone is the super winner! Did you remember to put a new sticker on your rolling backpack? Good boy! Back already? It's only been 15 minutes! Ok, I didn't know you're tired. Yes, you can play video games. No, you cannot play soccer, hockey, baseball, football, jai alai, or lawn darts. I don't care if Timmy's mom lets him, you're going to be in this room under my (not actually that watchful) eye until you're a total social outcast because all you can do is play World Of Warcraft. Ok, I suppose you can go to the park. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU BROKE YOUR ARM! I AM GOING TO SUE! Aren't you glad it's summer? Yes, we can go to the pool, but only for 2 hours, and you have to wear so much sunblock you look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. Today's children are being raised in environments that are unrealistic. When they get out from under their parents' wings, they are going to find a world where not everyone can win, where people do get hurt, and where you won't always have someone ready to sue when you don't like how things went. Without risk, there cannot be reward, and without reward (be it intrinsic or extrinsic), there is no motivation. Children need to be challenged, so they WANT to succeed. When you shovel the path of all obstacles and let them cruise, the only thing they learn is mediocrity in all aspects. Let the kids have a ****ing childhood, and stop trying to make things perfect. It doesn't work, it doesn't help, and it's utterly insane. Cliffs: Read it, know it, apply it. cavete terrae.

It's basically a new way to continue looking like a retard, without as much chance of getting cancer and smelling like shit. cavete terrae.

I still don't get the hate for psycho packing… cavete terrae.

I started with bands, and then moved to Tube Stoes for my locking stows after about a dozen jumps on the advice of people at Eloy. My first canopy was so tight in the dbag that between the force on the bands and the HMA lines, I had to replace the locking stows -every jump-, which was getting a bit old. Moved to tubes and never looked back. A little while later, I started using tubes on the non-locking stows as well just because they lasted longer, and with the (still HMA on my second canopy) small lines, I'm not worried about a hangup. cavete terrae.

Fixed. The federal government doesn't need to be involved with power lines, etc, only things that can't be handled at the state or local level. cavete terrae.

Ah yes the high art of spraypainting a stencil anonymously. People will overrate and overpay for just about anything these days. There's no rolling-eyes emoticon to use, but it'd sure be appropriate. cavete terrae.

I'd really like to watch it, but I'll wait for a version I can download and watch at my leisure cavete terrae.

I'd advise against that. You're more likely to eat more than you planned at the next meal. Have many small meals instead of just a couple normal ones. cavete terrae.

Guilty on all counts. Did he treat you well? cavete terrae.

It causes almost physical pain to admit this, but the job I left when I was 20 to go back to school and get my degree to please my family paid more than I've made at any job since Drug dealer? Geek at Microsoft, basically the same thing. cavete terrae.

This is the safe side of things and the way I'd personally recommend it, too. cavete terrae.

If it was a real person I'm sure she's "manifest"ly aware of what skydivers are like by now cavete terrae.

We had hop and pops a couple weekends ago when we got out at 3.5 and tandems landed with the plane and were rescheduled or refunded. cavete terrae.

Brilliant! cavete terrae.

So. Fucking. Awesome. cavete terrae.

My DZ has a waiver allowing us to jump through complete cloud cover as long as the cloud base is at least 1,000' above planned deployment height, so we don't really have this problem One of the few advantages to jumping in Australia… we might pay a lot more, have no tunnels, and more general regulation, but clouds can be dealt with That said, back when I lived in the US, it was understood that you pay for the ride, not the jump. That said, if the plane turns back before full altitude you should probably only be charged for a hop and pop. cavete terrae.

If they're so intelligent why haven't they learned how to fight back? cavete terrae.

Same reason why I can look around the gym and see NOBODY while I'm on the bike, but the moment I decide it's safe to fart and do unleash a protein fart that smells like a thousand corpses rotting in the sun, a really hot chick appears and walks by. cavete terrae.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/world/active-kid-postage-stamps-yanked-over-safety-concerns-1.2021485 Jesus. Tittyfucking. Christ. I… God. I just don't even have words. Fuck it. Hope the cowards responsible are ostracized by their peers. cavete terrae.

It causes almost physical pain to admit this, but the job I left when I was 20 to go back to school and get my degree to please my family paid more than I've made at any job since cavete terrae.

Allegedly (I'm no specialist) it'll help loss of muscle mass through catabolism during sleep, since it digests much more slowly. cavete terrae.

Man, Columbus Day still amuses the hell out of me after all these years. cavete terrae.

I've liked two of my jobs! cavete terrae.

Dude you dont know suckiness. I left a Boogie last night where, Matt Hill, Kristian Moxnes, Mikey Carpenter and Leigh McCormack are organising and coaching. The Boogie goes all week. I LOVE my job but man i wish they would hold Boogies om School Holidays. Look on the bright side, at least you jumped on the weekend AND you like your job cavete terrae.