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321C & The Trouble With Trimbles
After this weekend, "321" is the number of skydives and "C" is the USPA license type held by Yours Truly. That's correct. Three Hundred Twenty One Leaps of Confident Excitement, countless hours, many new friends, a handful of classes, exams, skills camps and coaching sessions, and 3 out of 4 possible license milestones have come the way of the PseudoLatino. And I feel as though I'm just barely getting started. This sport is so utterly fantastic that I've just begun to scratch the surface. And I hope I'll eventually get many of you to come along for the ride (quite literally, the first couple of times).
But . . . although this skydiving news IS the primary reason I sat down to update my blog this evening . . . there's something more important that has come to my attention. Something annoying. Disturbing. Infuriating, if you must know the truth.
I'm sure you'll NEVER guess to what these emotions might possibly pertain. Right?
Hah!
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Ok ok ok ok ok. So you guessed it. We're talking once again about the local Tango scene. The Lifestyles of the Bitchin' [In]famous.
So . . . what in godsname is going on on THAT front? Well . . . on this very day of days, Your Intrepid Tanguero was . . . ummmmm . . . "fortunate" enough to get His hands on some video from yesterday's Dallas TangoThon 2007, which took place at the Latino Cultural Center. Being, as usual, utterly unable to help Himself, He has two small comments to make in the aftermath (and aftermath is the right word here, folks, as in "the period immediately following a ruinous event") of TangoThon 2007. I'll warn you in advance that this is NOT going to be pretty. What follows is brutal, it is harsh, it is neither nice nor polite. It also happens to be undeniably true and wayyyyyyy past overdue . . . it needs badly to be said. If you continue reading, don't say you haven't been forwarned.
Actually . . .
. . . nevermind.
I'll just leave my little title above and let you guys use your imagination.
If you want the full text that WAS in this spot, just ask for it. I'll email it to you.
Later,
---the PseudoLatino
Posted by earwicker at 11:59 PM
Kess owes BEER!
Ok. I'm a skydiver. There is now incontrovertible proof: I just had a really stupid, yet undeniably skydivalicious moment. A moment that could ONLY happen to someone who has been--dare I say--"assimilated" into the world of skydiving and skydivers. I knew instantly that I had no alternative but to share this moment with you, my Dearest Readers. Don't worry if this tale makes no sense . . . you're certainly used to that by now, no?
So . . . I'm drinking a glass of red wine and watching an episode of Star Trek: Voyager that I downloaded from iTunes (I am NOT a trekkie, goddammit! I just couldn't help myself this one time). The episode is "The Cloud" from the show's first season. About 12'55" into the episode, Kess--overcome with romantic urges and about as horny as a young, short-lived Ocampa is gonna get on a freakin' squeaky clean Star Trek spinoff--gives the reptilian looking Nelix a wonderfully soft, sensual kiss (quite nice, I must admit . . . very nice, actually, for a show like this . . . maybe not on par with my then-rusty "WOW" from not so long ago, but nevertheless good enough to give ol' Nelix a bit of a boner afterwards, you can rest assured) and whispers to him, intimately, "I've never kissed anyone inside a Nebula before."
My instant internal translation: "This is the FIRST time I've kissed anyone inside a Nebula."
My correct and immediate skydiver's response to the comment?
Yup.
You got it:
"Kess owes BEER!!!!"
Unbelievable.
---the PL
Posted by earwicker at 11:59 PM