Just felt like typing something this morning I guess.

If you’ve been stopping by my little corner here for awhile, you’ll notice I’ve got some links up to the ‘old’ stuff. Some of it I’ve made look pretty, other things I just haven’t. I’ve always used this site for my own personal amusement, and I thought it’d be nice to get some of the old stuff back. Not everything works, and I know the ‘fish cam’ is down more than it’s up and I broke the comments again… but like I said, it’s for my amusement and the 3 of you that read this don’t click on the google ads enough for me to quit my job and work on it full time. 🙂

So, anyway, a lot of crap has happened lately. One of which was a friend of mine had an accident skydiving and died from his injuries. It’s weird how the human brain works sometimes. Even though when you start in this sport, the ‘old timers’ will tell you “Skydive long enough, and you will lose friends to the sport” – it still seems like it’s something that happens to ‘someone else’. He just screwed up – which is one of the things that makes me mad. Maybe mad isn’t the right word… let me see if I can explain: Ted was a very logical person – he thought through everything he did or was about to do. Even then, a momentary lapse in judgment cost him his life. I don’t think things through that much, and I do a lot of shit on a whim. It just seems like analytical people should miss the “Shit Happens Bus” more often.
Ted and I had had our issues, and we were probably a bad influence on each other on occasion… but I always had a good time with him, he could always make me laugh even if I was having a crappy day/week, and the skydives were always fun… or at least entertaining. The last few times I’ve been out to the DZ, it’s just been ‘different’ and I’m not sure why. Because he’s not going to be there again to jump, drink, talk, laugh with or if just because the whole ‘losing a friend to the sport’ has taken some of the joy out of this hobby of mine.

Beware, dear son of my heart, lest in thy new-found power thou seekest even the gates of Olympus . . . . These wings may bring thy freedom but may also come thy death.

-— Daedalus

I think I had more to write, but I think that’ll do it for today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write my “Ode to the Lady in the POS Gold Buick”