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thank you Icebird, that's the exact thing i was searching for but forgot the link to Update, today i went and tried to raise my new ozone kite... although the winds were there, the wind chill factor of -25 celcius cause the pump to malfunction and i couldn't inflate it. I was hopping mad after 3/4 hour later, fingers frozen stiff than the leading edge itself i bailled out and went back home. i should have packed my titan as a backup like i wanted to do but forgot at the last minute. Oh well, next week if the winds are good i'll go back and have a session.

to stir the pot a bit... I was given(for the price was sweet!) an ozone instinct edge 2 that i have yet to try out. What can i expect differently from say my flysurfer titan 12m from long ago? I suspect very much faster reaction time... but how`s the hang time diferent from each other? The titan feels like a tank in the sky, slow, ponderous, and nothing can stop it from gliding.

following your link has given me a good idea, and from there i found this video: My little brother broke is clavicle about 4 weeks ago and the butt-boarding would be ideal for him. Still i am searching for a store which has any kneeboards for sale .. And to think i left one pass right under my nose in december Oh well, instead, i went and got myself a used pair of fisher radarc revolution 'shark' extreme carving skis. First time i hear of the Fisher radarc company and can`t find any info on the net either yet i am assured they are awesome in ice as well as snow Will have to try them out this week if the winds permit it. Now i will still get myself the kneeboards, if only to goof off in winter and give it a try in the summer as well

i believe the guy has a belt around his upper legs and he sets the knot from the rope between himself and the belt. The lakes are now mirror-perfect due the rain we are receiving; has anyone had fun with skis or snowblades on such a smooth surface? From what i gathered on the net, snowblades are awesome for such conditions, behave like skates almost.

i am still hoping to score a kneeboard, either from the local wanted ads or even a new one, they aren`t costly(less than 200$) but.... this is winter i am looking for a summer part. Dangit, it feels like i won`t be able to get one anytime soon. On the other hand, i had another wilder thought: transform my mtb into a ice skating by replacing the wheels with stainless steel blades so i can at least have fun on the iced over lakes. There is less and less snow around here, and we will be having showers(yes, in the middle of winter! ) so the little nice layer we have now will disappear this week.

here`s another video i just found, seems it is hard to edge with this, considering there was not much snow to bite into... Clive: there is a leg strap that goes on top of the folded legs; to release you just have to `stand up`

here`s a video that might prove it`s feasable http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfoFFNb6d34

Hello ladies and gents! it has been a long while since i last posted... nothing much to report so i kept quiet Here i was looking at equipping myself with either snowboard or skis when the thought hit me; why not use a kneeboard instead for much of the same pleasure!? Am i crazy? Anynone tried this before with any success or perish the thought, failure? What say you? We are getting some unusually strong and constant-ish winds this season, and was hoping to get in on the winter action sooner than late.

A fifth grade teacher is told she must teach sex education to her class. Unfortunately, she is a math teacher and knows little about teaching sex ed. She decides to use her math techniques to teach the subject, and thinks flash cards will work well. The next day in class, she explains that a new unit of sex ed is to begin. She holds up the first flash card, a picture of a breast, and asked "Does anyone know what this is?" Little Suzie responds, "I know, I know! It's a picture of a breast and my mommy has two of them!" The teacher says, "Very good Suzie, you get a star for the exercise." The teacher grabs the next card and holdups a picture of a penis. She asks, "Does anyone know what this is?" and Little Johnny's hand shoots into the air as he hurriedly says, "I know I know!! It a penis and my daddy has two of them!!!" The teacher corrects him saying, "Now Johnny, It is a penis but I'm afraid your daddy can't have two of them." Little Johnny says, "Sure he does, he's got a little one he pees out of and a great big one that he brushes the sitter's teeth with!"

as the title implies, watch this video, the kite is nearly at the end of it...

This is absolutely HILARIOUS..for those of us who have eaten these things we can definitely understand how she felt----- For all of you who Know what an MRE is... And those that don't this is too funny and true not to read. MRE dinner date, the following is a true story... Told from the point of view of a young Marine. I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY, definitely had never eaten before. I got out my trusty case of MRE's. (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories in each meal. Here's what I made: I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-king and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sautd in shaved garlic and olive oil. In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees. When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly things from one of my spice cans (hey, if it has green sprinkly things on it, it looks fancy right? For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous xxxxxxx, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voilaanger Pudding. For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"...it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six) and mixed in four packets of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie Kool-Aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess... Could've been leftover sand from Egypt ). I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy -series China (that stuff is EXPENSIVE... My set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Lejeune PX), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter. She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!" We dug in, and she loved the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the make-shift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner. At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay... Yeah... Its Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... Yup! Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my rest room. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay. Let the games begin. She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smell-good) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look. After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say, "What the hell is WRONG with me???" as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener. Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn't come out for 30 minutes. I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and said "I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed; I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an Imodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed. Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can. After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of "Marine Corps Field Rations" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said "I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?" After I admitted it, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word. She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't shit for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY present and supervising. It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually and said that that was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch. I know... I'm an asshole, but it was still a funny night.

A man strolled into the local post office and noticed a bald-headed, middle-aged gent at the counter with a huge pile of greeting cards and envelopes. He was flicking through the phone book, addressing the envelopes, sticking stamps on them and then spraying them with perfume. The newcomer couldn't restrain his curiosity. "Excuse me," he said, "what are you doing?" "Nothing much," the man said. "I'm sending out 1000 Valentine Day cards to men in this neighborhood, all signed 'Guess Who'." "Why on earth are you doing that?" the other man asked. "Are you gay? "No," the man replied, "they're all married men, in fact." "So," the other man asked, "why send them cards?" The man replied, "I'm a divorce lawyer."

I boarded the train and took my seat. The seat next to me was empty, but not for long. A young mother boarded with her 5-year-old daughter and Mom sat down in the seat beside me. I offered my seat to the little girl but Mom said no, she'd sit the young one on her lap. So here I am holding my roses, now with a little lady straining to see what I was holding. "What ya got, mister?" she asked. (Mom is getting a bit flustered and tells her to mind her business.) I leaned the "package" over a bit and she looks and says loudly, "Ohhhh, ROSES!, who are they for?" (Now, Mom is embarrassed and tapping her on the rear telling her to sit down.) I said, "they're for my girlfriend". She says again with a loud voice, "WOW, pretty RED ones, and a lot of them, too! Man, you really must have fucked up!" Needless to say, nearly everyone on the train was in stitches, except Mom who was now trying to crawl between the seats!

A filthy rich Texas feller decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Leroy, the only redneck in the neighborhood. He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion. Leroy was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and flirting with all the women. At the height of the party, the host said, "I have a 15 ft man-eating gator in my pool and I'll give a million dollars to anyone who has the nerve to jump in." The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned around and saw Leroy in the pool! Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its butt! Leroy was jabbing the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of Judo Instructor. The water was churning and splashing everywhere. Both Leroy and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Leroy strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a dime store goldfish. Leroy then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief. Finally the host says, "Well, Leroy, I reckon I owe you a million dollars," "No, that's okay. I don't want it," said Leroy. The rich man said, "Man, I have to give you something you won the bet. How about half a million bucks then?" "No thanks, I don't want it," answered Leroy. The host said, "Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?" Again Leroy said no. Confused, the rich man asked, "Well, Leroy, then what do you want?" Leroy said, "I want the name of the son of a bitch who pushed me in the pool."

Slartibartfast, ....oh the pain!