Dude, I lived 160 nautical miles from the Cape, with a pair of 6x35 Tasco binoculars I could read U S A on the side of those things as they arced into orbit. Good Times. The Saturn V shook the fresnel lenses out of the Ponce Inlet Lighthouse about 40nm away. When they launched the first shuttle, I was on the Main Street Pier in Daytona Beach. Closest thing to an earthquake I ever felt, it was before they installed the water dampers. Millions of gallons of water beneath the plume of the rockets. The first shuttle had most of it's teeth knocked out on launch, many tiles were left on the pad from the shockwaves.
I first heard the term on Star Trek, the episode with Dr. Daystrom and the M5 computer, that blew up half of star fleet in a mock battle gone awry. The steady erosion of our freedom is the most disturbing thing to me, the evangelic need to be correct in all ways at the expense of, well, let's use seat belt laws as an example. Dude, I used to lay up on the back shelf behind the back seat under the window and watch the stars glide and swirl by at night. They put you in jail for that shit now. There are so many people in prison in this country. If it was fucking China or Russia we would be all pissed off as a government. "Let those motherfuckers go", but since it's here and it is status quo. Fuck it.
I have gone on to save the lives of 10 people, myself included once in a near disaster that would have killed me, my sister, her husband and both of their children. I saved my Party Chiefs life back in 1976 or so, though at the time we did not discuss it, it was too immediate. He was nearly run over by a grader or patrol, long caterpillar with that wide blade beneath. It was backing on to him and I managed to shout above the noise of the machine, he jumped clear at the last moment. 20 years later after many a different job for me, in a crowd of fellow workers as we had our morning coffee, he pointed at me and said, "Yeah, that guy saved my life". It was good for me as I had many other experiences that near rivaled that one and had become detached for reason of sanity from my exploits. It was the first time he had acknowledged it.
Her mom was sitting a few feet away near the kiddie pool, yakking. I happened to be learning to swim and was jumping in near the steps and swimming to the side of the big pool. It was a typically crowded summer day, lifeguard was there, I did not see the baby fall in, just found her lying on the bottom, just past me and the steps. Her eyes were wide open and unblinking, she may have been slightly moving her arms and legs or it could have been the motion of the water. I dove down and lifted her out with my own head barely above water and shouting for help. She was revived. There was a lot of screaming from her mom and others, I was forgotten in the panic or else was in shock and don't remember anyone addressing me in any way. I do recall watching the crowd around her and hearing her cry. My parents never talked to me about this after I told them, I'm sure it contributed to my recklessness and general disregard for danger, having cheated death at the age of 7.
I have used this in /r/cj'ers we were always in some fray regarding free speech or trolling Thanks, I will like this.
Prohibition in any form criminalizes what in the past was legal. We should know by now where that leads. 500,000 in prison for weed. Headless Mexicans with no genitalia. Al Capone. High prices, great profit. More criminals, I suspect that if the Government wants a real fight, banning firearms would bring it. Edit: When the dis-arming squad arrives at my door, I'll have no choice but to fight.
I had a beater, junk pile bike. Seat downtube was oddly bent. It had been a 10 speed. I stripped it, made a freewheel fixie. Painted it the ugliest flat yellow I could find. No brakes for the first few months, finally added a front grabber. Drop bars inverted. I rode that thing 10 miles a day for 9 months. I never locked it, ever. I left it leaning one day on the street-side mailbox at my Dad's house, I was in love with my new 900F SS Honda. 20 minutes later it was gone. I stood in the middle of the street shrieking, "FUCKING THIEVES!!111!1!"
The first thing I had stolen of value was a bike I had borrowed. I had no lock for it. Kept it inside. Stopped for a drink at a pub. Parked it where I could see it. Had a couple, bike was there, paid my tab. GONE. In 60 seconds, like I was being watched. Schwinn Collegiate 3 -speed, helluva bike.
Dear ecib, may I ask if you use alcohol, there the few that have no need to alter their mood. Smoking would likely not suit you, brownies on the other hand. it's an experience not to be missed. It's nothing like a pack of noodle-neck teen punks blowing shotguns under the bleachers at the soccer game.
Well, record, I am so rusty, I did blow my kids away a couple of years ago. Rock Band was a deal with them and none of them would sing, Mr. Mike was laying there all lonely and shit as they played along and I go, hey may I sing? there was a lot of eye-rolling. I did "Hard to Handle" by the Black Crows and "Fortunate Son" by Creedence, jaws were dropped, both songs are a reach for me as I am in the Jackson Browne / James Taylor register and on a good day I can pace David Crosby as a backup singer, always reaching. I grew up singing to the AM radio, had no shame.
at that distance apparent speed is slow. i had 20/10 vision back then and a steady hand, the letters were at least 50 feet tall.
looks like footy prints to the left i was alive when the Saturn V roared into space... that will never happen again.
I did start to tremble a bit after I saw the trucks go by, adrenaline had me pretty amped up.
It smells like 3 million assholes in there. Bots are taking over, the admins have done nothing to stop it.
Cool, 4 right and I never read it.
Skynet.
Hey steve, GET OFF MY LAWN!
Smoking anything is a learned technique, anybody can eat a brownie ;)
Lame Duck presidents are known for actually getting things done.
well that explains, Dylan and Neil Young. My son says there are two kinds of people in the world those that love Neil Young and... I always liked that railing that he does.
very nice, I fancy myself as a singer and have good enough pitch so that when there is bad singing it causes suffering.
Uhh, yikes.
That you playing and singing? Lot going on an 'dat geetar, very nice.
Dude, Prez, means little anymore. After FDR, the power is where the money is. Captain Dunsel, best can be said of The Oval Office anymore.
I work from home... I am known by the admins of reddit. been there 3 years now, someone was tweaking my IP, shutting me off, i could browse but no input was allowed, no voting, no comments, no reply... I called them on it openly, within an hour all was well, no more proxy needed. they will not admit to it, why they did not just ban me, i have no idea... I have done good things there, more than bad i guess, i always attract attention.