Bogleg

There are no good guys in a Game of Thrones. And, well, there are no real "bad" guys. There are people with motives - some questionable, some honorable - but everyone is fallible in some way or another. I used to think there were 5 characters in the story that are 'safe." After finishing the last book available... I now think there are only 2. Haha.

I just finished rereading the books as well. I would fucking kill for Martin to release the rest of the story - I would rather that then they produce even one more episode of the show. Though I do enjoy the show.

Ottawa has a hockey team?!

I have this same problem. It's happened to me numerous times - in almost all cases I am shooting an M4 at someone at a distance, aimed at them and look like I am right on them, but not hitting them, then they return one volley from an M16 and kill me. Perhaps I should try the M16.

I definitely prefer the new mod, although I do seem to have some "distance" aiming issues - even thawing people. I am not sure if the gun sway on the guns available feels like more or if it is just a tad off (seems like I am aiming to the left of where the game actually thinks I am aiming)... tried it with the M-14 too, which has no gun sway, and had similar feel, but not as bad. All in all the mod is way better. I just hate the gun sway a lot.

Sammy - is there any circumstances where a betty is set off when the player has stealth? This has happened to me twice - and no, there were no other players around me.

Pete took care of it.

I can help some too, even though I have only completed one map. I have like 40 that are half done though. Haha.

Definitely in favor.

It's pretty damn awesome that my alter ego got invited into the clan again this year!

It's a miracle that me and none of my friends ever drowned. And only one of my friends had his eye shot out with a BB gun. Heh. That's true. His older brother did it though, so I consider it a family squabble and not really a normal thing. Only got picked up by the cops once myself - when I fell into the river fishing in the middle of town by the dam in March one year. My friends and I lit a fire on a small island in the middle of the river, pretty much under the main street bridge. Had a neighborhood kid climb so high in a tree once he was afraid to get down and the fire department had to send their big ladder truck to rescue him. That kid was a tool.

One time my friend Eric and I made a homemade raft Huck Finn style and floated 10 miles down the river near our house. Of course we didn't tell our parents anything about it - just that we were going down to the river. Man that was a long ass walk back. Found some sweet new fishing holes though, and learned how to swing an ax that day. One of my favorite memories is making a bobsled trail in Eric's backyard. We used buckets of water to make a slick ice track with steep banked turns and everything - had all the kids in the neighborhood using it. We even carted in snow from neighboring yards to keep it going a couple of weeks after most of the snow had melted. Of course the sled run ended in the street and you had to crash into the bank on the opposite side (or the curb) to stop....

Sono you should know by now that I fart rainbows.

When I was 6 I was horsing around with my younger brother (4) in the hallway of our family's first real house, and he farted. I exclaimed, "You farted!" I got to eat half a bar of soap for that. The soap made my tongue break out into a really painful rash on one side, like it was burned. After that no one had to actually chew the soap in our house anymore. Heh. My dad was mostly into heinous chores for punishment. My older brother and I got into a fist fight one day and ended up having to go out back and cut down then dig up 8 30' tall poplar trees. Another time I got caught sneaking out and smoking cigarettes with some friends of mine and my dad gave me the choice of being ground all Summer (it was in June) or painting the outside of the house that weekend (back when houses had siding that you still painted). I was lucky on the broken bones front. Broke my nose twice - one time when my little brother than my head into an end table, and another time when I caught a hockey puck in the face. I have plenty of scars from knives, fishing hooks, bike crashes, and all the other assorted ways boys like to hurt themselves. Even put a nail through my foot one time. About the worst trouble I ever got it was when my friend Eric and I made a homemade balista and shot an arrow into a neighborhood house's roof a block away. We beat each other up with wooden "katanas" that we carved out of trees we cut down with our pocket knives when we were 9. We got boxing gloves for Christmas one year after Rocky came out and we held boxing tournaments in my friend Eric's back yard every Saturday for all the kids in the neighborhood. Climbing a tree meant going to the last limb that could hold your weight. My mom took us out after dark and taught us how to catch night crawlers and we sold them to the local bait shops for a $1 for every 100 we caught. When we came inside during the summer, our mom would say, "If you need something to do I will give you something to do." And that meant you went back outside and made yourself scarce. The TV was always on my dad's shows - and if you didn't like it you did something else. We always ate dinner at the table as a family until we were all in high school and sports and jobs prevented it, but we still always did on Sunday. My dad told bad jokes, we cleaned up everything on our plates, and after we went outside unless there was thunder and lightning because being inside meant getting put to work. I had about the best childhood anyone ever had IMHO.

In 1977 I was playing with a bunch of other 8 year olds on the street - riding bikes over homemade ramps - including some girls. A black Trans Am pulled up the street with two guys in their 20s in it, and they tried to get one of the girls to go with them - but all the curious kids on bikes around their car spooked them off. I ended up having to go look through mug shot books at the police station, did a line-up... so yeah, they were definitely out there back then and the cops took it seriously. Chances are you weren't really ever alone as a kid though, you tended to travel in packs. Heh. From the time I was 6 until I got my first paper route at 12, I got up almost every morning and walked a mile down to the river and fished from 4am until 6am, then went to school. After school I did whatever homework I had, and was back at that river fishing, building tree forts with my friends, making homemade bows and arrows, all that stuff. When I got my first paper route, I was up at 5am every morning delivering papers before school, and in the summer I would make sure I was up as soon as the papers were dropped off so I could get done quick and make it to my fishing hole as soon as possible. By the time I was 16 I was biking so much to get everywhere that even though I got my driver's license (I got my first ticket the day I passed my driving test), I entered a 100 mile bike race and rode it that summer, and it was easy because I still rode my bike everywhere all day long.

Funny - I have seen a handful of pretty hot female pilots this year.

You just have to fly international flights or long domestics.

Definitely Bama. In my top 5 for sure!

As a former JTAC there is something to be said for simpler avionics that can take a beating over a modern battlefield and still drop bombs. The A-10 is a fucking beast. 8 bomb points. A gun that can shred armor. A titanium tub to protect the pilot and can fly home with half a wing and one engine. There simply has never been a better CAS aircraft. It has a specific mission that cannot really be filled by multi-purpose aircraft like the F-15/16/18/22. Unless they are going to build another airborne tank like the A-10, they should keep them flying.

Hey that's my favorite t-shirt!

I just wanna know who I pissed off. This is clearly a gambit to get me to quit, right?

Now if you could just get an NHL team that could win the Stanley cup. What's it been... 21 years?

I don't know who you are FireFit - this is between me and Chile. And anyone who wants to play hockey with me is more than welcome.