2 days on either side of the weekend and no updates. No, the world isn't ending, at least my world isn't ending. Friday night, quiet night at home, relaxing after a long work week. Watched some movies, can't really remember what. Saturday, some more lounging about, replaced the HD in my powerbook, a nice zippy 7200 60GB, and then headed over to Bucktown to try and fix Russell's new Airport Express, failed with that, and then finally saw the Lost episode that I missed over at Bryan's and watched Slider and Cash go at it for a bit. Dinner with the parents, a little catching up with them and their trip to South America. Mass on Sunday after crossing the moat of marathon runners. Breakfast with the 'rents before heading out to Bucktown again to finally fix Russell's AE and watching Friday Night Lights on a Sunday afternoon with Russell and Bryan. Noone told me it was all handycam style, ugh. I liked Varsity Blues and its cartoony send up instead. Picked up Leah from the Airport after dinner at Bryan's, and lots of sleep. Monday, Leah and I jumped out of an airplane. We went skydiving at Skydive Chicago. Wow. I'll post the video of my jump soon, hopefully. 13,000 ft, 60 sec freefall. Then some chilling with the gang of 332 W. Dickens and some Cranium action, which took away from quality sleep time. And that's about it. So maybe a bit more about the whole skydiving bit. Skydive Chicago is a pretty cool place, out in the middle of nowhere, Ottawa, IL, about 1 1/2 hours outside of the city. Leaves were changing, and it's right by the Fox River, and that little valley looked amazing. We pulled up, paid our outstanding balance, ordered the DVD's of our jumps, and pretty much signed our lives away. There were only 7 people jumping that day, including one guy, Mike, who's never even been in a plane before. Well, a short video, 5 minute overview of the ordeal, and then the first group was suiting up. Leah and I were in the second group with another guy who was going for his second time. We tried to pass the time by watching Face/Off. I was hoping for some Drop Zone or some Terminal Velocity, but no luck. The other group gets set up, walks out to the plane, we head out to the landing area 10 minutes later and watch them softly glide to Earth. 5 minutes after that, we're suiting up, Leah in a pink jumpsuit, me in fluorescent green. 5 minutes later, we're getting on the plane. We take off, backs to the nose, sitting, with the door wide open. We, my tandem master, David, and I, go through the jump a couple more times. Pretty easy, head up out the door, arch the body, arms in a W, hands about even with the head. Check altitude, check the release location, smile and wave to the camera, wave off, pull release at 5500 feet. So Leah jumps out, and before I know it, I'm flying through the air at around 130 Mph. I do my stuff, ham it up for the camera, and before I know it, 5500 feet. Wave off, pull the release and floating. Some big nauseating turns later, and we're landing, me on my ass. I greet Leah as she lands, quite gracefully, on her feet, and it's over. We lose the suits, get our certificates, and wait for our DVD's to be mastered. We also lay out on the picnic table near the jump zone to stop the motion sickness that is overpowering at least me. And then we're out of there. Simple, easy, fast. Crazy. Absolutely crazy. And the actual jump was easy, the freefall not so bad, the whatever you call it after the parachute opens, I could do without.