25 skills a guy needs to know how to do

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I don't know who repairs your appliances and fixes your cars, but mine don't work for minimum wage. And they aren't morons. The moron is the guy who thinks he can do his own brake job once a year better than the people who do five or six of them a day.

The moron is the guy who breaks his neck putting up his own satellite dish (I've seen it) or the guy who sawed off his own arm cutting bathroom tiles with a circular saw doing his own bathroom (took care of that guy too). Both of them thought they had skills. Now they can't even cut their own steaks.

Or the boyfriend of one of our office staff who decided to do some radiator work on his truck (multiple burns) or the weekend chain saw expert (cut femoral artery) or one of our local retired sports heroes (a real he man outdoors type) who tried to do his own tree clearing (crushed to death). Accidents happen to the best of us, but my point is: these things are skills for a reason. And, like any skill, they need to be done regularly to be any good at them. For example, I have delivered about a dozen babies in my life, several in emergency situations, but I would never consider that one of my "skills". It takes many more than that, done on a regular basis, for me to list that as a skill.

Most of the "skills" cited either aren't skills at all (changing diapers...if you need to be shown that more than once, than your problems run deep) or are such true skills that the idea that one should even attempt them without training and routine practice is dangerous (and demeaning to those who do them professionally). Unless you are very experienced doing brake jobs, I don't suggest any weekend warrior get involved in something that involves violating their brake lines to the point they need to be bled. If you do, stay away from me or my kids at a stoplight.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Oh my....:shakehead:

Might I suggest not letting your attitude and beliefs be known at any restaurant you may use your "mastercard" in.....Ever see the movie "Waiting"?:rofl3:
 
And don't you find that a tasty telemark turn will get you more attention for the ladies than a pocket full of cash?
Haha, depends a little on the people thats around that day.. With tourists, much more efficient..

However, the most effective seems to take their money, THATS a real killer move. Never understood whats up with that?
Its not like paying me for lessons is very cheap either?
There is something that happens once you call yourself "instructor" that just cant be explained I think :p
 
Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weigh about a hundred and five
He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut
And you wonder how he'll ever survive
He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights
And sinking in the sea like a stone
He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction
And they send him in the jungle alone
But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'
He's a hard loving son of a gun
He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs
And they call him a spoonful of fun

He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard
And his mind's raging out of control
He's the kind of person goes to drive a Maserati
Puts his key inside the wrong little hole
He's the kind of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain
Hits a patch where there ain't any snow
He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger
Shoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow
But when it comes in for rolling, he's an expert at bowling
Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down
He's got them taking off their heels, and they like the way he feels
And they call him a carnival clown

He's got a parachute and screaming out "Geronimo!"
And makes a little hole in the ground
He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "Timber!"
Got to stop and look around for the sound
He's the kind of artist rents a groovy little attic
And discovers that he can't grow a beard
He's the human cannon ball come in for a landing
And he wonders where the net disappeared
But when he takes off his shoes, man, it won't come as news
He's got them lining up in threes and in twos
He's got them panting on the floor, got them begging for some more
And they call him whatever they choose


Nice......I like that;)
 
Ah, a telemark instructor from Telemark ... triple threat!
 
And don't you find that a tasty telemark turn will get you more attention for the ladies than a pocket full of cash?

Let's see, you were in college, lived on a sailboat and routinely flew a seaplane to dive your brains out? and you barely had two nickels to rub together?????

I guess money doesn't matter when you are living high on someone else's dime. For those of us who had to pay for a dorm, money wasn't optional. And exactly how does one learn telemark skiing without any money, unless, of course, your father also happens to own a chalet in the Alps.

Yeah, money doesn't matter. But if you want to learn to dive and ski and all those other neat skills, it comes in handy.
 
Nice......I like that;)
Credit where credit is due: Richard Fariña, fellow Brooklyn Tech alumn, married to Joan Baez's little sister, died in a motorcycle crash in 1966.
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Let's see, you were in college, lived on a sailboat and routinely flew a seaplane to dive your brains out? and you barely had two nickels to rub together?????

I guess money doesn't matter when you are living high on someone else's dime. For those of us who had to pay for a dorm, money wasn't optional. And exactly how does one learn telemark skiing without any money, unless, of course, your father also happens to own a chalet in the Alps.

Yeah, money doesn't matter. But if you want to learn to dive and ski and all those other neat skills, it comes in handy.

Clearly you started posting in the wrong thread.

Let the average guy post 25 things....geez!!!!

The thread was funny and cute till you got here.

Why don't you start the "Lets compare your OLD money to my NEW money thread" and quit hijacking the thread.
 
Clearly you started posting in the wrong thread.

Let the average guy post 25 things....geez!!!!

The thread was funny and cute till you got here.

Why don't you start the "Lets compare your OLD money to my NEW money thread" and quit hijacking the thread.

I re-read the OP, and I can't stop laughing. That list is truly hilarious and "cute". Hooking up HDTV... stop, it's killing me.

If you don't like my posts, don't read them.

I don't have old money...i earned mine.
 
Let's see, you were in college, lived on a sailboat and routinely flew a seaplane to dive your brains out? and you barely had two nickels to rub together?????

I guess money doesn't matter when you are living high on someone else's dime. For those of us who had to pay for a dorm, money wasn't optional. And exactly how does one learn telemark skiing without any money, unless, of course, your father also happens to own a chalet in the Alps.

Yeah, money doesn't matter. But if you want to learn to dive and ski and all those other neat skills, it comes in handy.
I lived on the boat for free, that was my parent's total contribution to my education. I worked nights prepping bodies for autopsy at the county morgue to pay my way through school and I learned to ski from friends while we stayed in youth hostels in the Sierras. Oh yes, I did go to the Antarctic on NSF's nickel and to Central America on USAID. The plane was a real luxury, my buddy who owned it was also my Assistant Instructor so you can chalk that up to his cost of being well mentored.

Man, you sound just like all those second tier snobs who couldn't get laid for the life of them, no matter how much of mommy and daddy's money they spent. Boring.

Carpe diem.:D
 

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