I'm Back. I'm Dumb.

[GBPid]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game.  In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew.  I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident.  Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance.  It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas.  That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires.  The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud.  I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties:  Fucking say something.  We know how bad of a fight this can be.  We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug?  You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!

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That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!

Great stuff brother!

I have had some similiar issues and getting some results .......

Keep on keeping on!

It's stories like this that keep me around KTC. The reminder I was the douche coaching the kids with a lipper in.

[Grizzly25]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game.  In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew.  I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident.  Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance.  It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas.  That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires.  The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud.  I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties:  Fucking say something.  We know how bad of a fight this can be.  We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug?  You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!

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I approve this message

That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!

Great stuff brother!

I have had some similiar issues and getting some results .......

Keep on keeping on!

[jhaenel23]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game.  In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew.  I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident.  Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance.  It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas.  That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires.  The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud.  I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties:  Fucking say something.  We know how bad of a fight this can be.  We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug?  You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!

'clap' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'

I approve this message

That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!

[Mthomas3824]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game.  In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew.  I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident.  Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance.  It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas.  That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires.  The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud.  I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties:  Fucking say something.  We know how bad of a fight this can be.  We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug?  You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!

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I approve this message

[Kdip]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!

[Evil_Won]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game.  In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew.  I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident.  Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance.  It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas.  That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires.  The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud.  I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties:  Fucking say something.  We know how bad of a fight this can be.  We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug?  You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

Wow, nice work. It's comforting to see that all humanity and common sense is not lost.

[wastepanel]

In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.

I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.

As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.

When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.

Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.

For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.

Take this battle into your lives.

Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.

[wastepanel]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them.  I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival.  Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike.  We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you".  We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place.  We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off.  We've all seen them.  They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone.  They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull.  They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone.  They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them.  When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out.  They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices. 

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger.  Be involved.  Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters.  Some of them are characters that make very good choices.  They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings.  They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses.  These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are.  The impaired go pretty quickly.  The sluts go shortly thereafter.  Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise.  They are followed by "collateral" characters.  These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one.  Sometimes, it's from being scared.  Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning.  And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass.  Plan.  Make good decisions.  Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end.  And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead.  It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage.  We can die.  It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die.  Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.

Quck off.

I'm full off qype-o's today.

I'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.

The scene when Grown Up Dora squeezed the banana was kinda ..... hot. :huh:

If you guys are looking for something scary, try Grave Encounters on Netflix.

It's like Blair Witch, but with shit actually happening the whole movie. There's a sequel coming out this month as well.

[ERDVM]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them.  I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival.  Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike.  We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you".  We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place.  We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off.  We've all seen them.  They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone.  They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull.  They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone.  They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them.  When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out.  They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices. 

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger.  Be involved.  Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters.  Some of them are characters that make very good choices.  They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings.  They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses.  These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are.  The impaired go pretty quickly.  The sluts go shortly thereafter.  Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise.  They are followed by "collateral" characters.  These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one.  Sometimes, it's from being scared.  Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning.  And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass.  Plan.  Make good decisions.  Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end.  And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead.  It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage.  We can die.  It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die.  Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.

Quck off.

I'm full off qype-o's today.

I'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.

The scene when Grown Up Dora squeezed the banana was kinda ..... hot. :huh:

[RAZD611]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them.  I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival.  Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike.  We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you".  We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place.  We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off.  We've all seen them.  They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone.  They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull.  They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone.  They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them.  When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out.  They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices. 

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger.  Be involved.  Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters.  Some of them are characters that make very good choices.  They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings.  They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses.  These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are.  The impaired go pretty quickly.  The sluts go shortly thereafter.  Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise.  They are followed by "collateral" characters.  These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one.  Sometimes, it's from being scared.  Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning.  And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass.  Plan.  Make good decisions.  Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end.  And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead.  It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage.  We can die.  It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die.  Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.

Quck off.

I'm full off qype-o's today.

I'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.

[wastepanel]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them.  I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival.  Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike.  We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you".  We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place.  We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off.  We've all seen them.  They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone.  They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull.  They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone.  They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them.  When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out.  They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices. 

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger.  Be involved.  Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters.  Some of them are characters that make very good choices.  They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings.  They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses.  These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are.  The impaired go pretty quickly.  The sluts go shortly thereafter.  Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise.  They are followed by "collateral" characters.  These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one.  Sometimes, it's from being scared.  Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning.  And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass.  Plan.  Make good decisions.  Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end.  And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead.  It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage.  We can die.  It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die.  Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.

Quck off.

I'm full off qype-o's today.

[Coach Steve]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them.  I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival.  Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike.  We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you".  We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place.  We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off.  We've all seen them.  They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone.  They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull.  They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone.  They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them.  When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out.  They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices. 

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger.  Be involved.  Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters.  Some of them are characters that make very good choices.  They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings.  They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses.  These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are.  The impaired go pretty quickly.  The sluts go shortly thereafter.  Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise.  They are followed by "collateral" characters.  These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one.  Sometimes, it's from being scared.  Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning.  And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass.  Plan.  Make good decisions.  Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end.  And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead.  It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage.  We can die.  It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die.  Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.

[SirDerek]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull. They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired go pretty quickly. The sluts go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared. Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning. And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.

However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.

I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.

[wastepanel]

I am a sucker for horror movies.

I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).

It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.

When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.

Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull. They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.

Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.

Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination, we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.

Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired go pretty quickly. The sluts go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared. Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning. And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan..

Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.

Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot.

Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.

Pancakes, bitches.

[eric71]

Today, I had a pretty shitty moment despite the fact that I am becoming more and more centered.

My oldest's friend came over to play, and they found my old hiding spot of cans. I thought I had cleaned them all out. I even had gone so far as to show Mrs. Panel it in case she suspected I had started again a few months ago.

Anyways, they had magnets and managed to attract a can. Then another. Then another.

There were 4 all together, and the boys thought this shit was cool.

They decided to hide them places, and use the magnets to pick them up.

Imagine my surprise to walk downstairs and find 3 kids playing Skoal cans.

I gave all of them the trapjaw "You don't want to do this" speech, and told them how bad it was to quit. I explained to each of them that I had started because it made my head feel funny and I liked it. Before I knew it, I didn't want to do it anymore but didn't really know how to stop (but mostly just afraid). I told them that my body pretty much hated me for a long ass time, and that there are still days where my jaw is sore or my mind tells me it sounds good. Then I told them my day count, and that I remember that so I know that it is no longer an option in my life.

It pretty much sucked.

I haven't been that ashamed of it in a long time, and I remember why I explained it off in the past as "adult stuff". Shit is hard to explain, and takes a toll on you when you see curious non-understanding eyes.

The whore knows your weaknesses, and she will hit you square in the nuts when she gets a chance hoping to crack your armor.


The River, The Woods by Astronautalis

Where ever we go, we'll never be lost,
Some follow the compass, some follow the cross
Me, I follow roads compulsively, till sirens call me off.
Then I wander, eyes closed, following songs
This rivers a hymnal, the leaves are applause
The trees sing in whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart,
If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.

Yup.
No ax has seen these woods since before your father stood
The path is beaten good from the feet of all who wandered through it.
Old growth, holds hope, let the brambles scrape your skin
Scars are storybooks, the blood will wash away your sins.

Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise
Follow in no footsteps, listen for the true guides.
Woods will play tricks upon pretty blue eyes
Is that glimmer the river, or your village finally brought back to life?

Follow me tonight, I'll show you what's it like
to be alive.

I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown.
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home.

At the palace in Versilles, 400 years before this,
They are packing up supplies, preparing for a long trip
That they may not survive, but many of them know this,
They would rather die, than to leave the question open.

So this is why we try? We bet it all on hopeless?
And swim against the tide till until our every bone is broken
a sinking ship is still a ship, no captain has spoke the obit
Till the crew is flew, crow's nest slips silent beneath the ocean
we set sail without an anchor, we count upon that never stop
An anchor's just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drop
It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the Acheron
trade stable to be able to slip out from under devil's thumb

Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung,
postcard printed paper, and love notes from the lattice rungs.
Blessed are the vagrant, the lonely are the static ones,
It's every drifter's confirmation this world is just ravishing.

I know it seems like we're all lost, we can follow this river back home,
river back home,
river back home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown

Humility- God's sense of humor on display in human beings.

Take it on that angle Waste and it serves as even more motivation to control the things in front of you. That being the kids. You admitted the life of the past, you've claimed the life of the present and you hold the keys of guidance to the lives of the future. With great honor comes great responsibility.

Proud to be QLAFM with you today.