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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 09:31am PT
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We had a beautiful rescue setter, Rusty, and I thank you on his behalf, bushman.
That was cool and I hope yore girl friend likes it, too. (Nanner-nanner!)
I Left No Tears On Rusty Mountain
Down the River of Mint to the Land of Goshen
I was journeying there based on an odd notion
Twenty-six leagues from the Aboriginal Ocean
(Which writhes with storms and is ever in motion)
After an eleven-day walk covered in insect lotion
I had come here seeking to solve the great riddle
Of how to climb this soggy peak up the middle
Of the couloir called the Collector of Piddle
I was ready to go and felt fit as a fiddle
I wanted to go but began to dither and diddle
It's raining up there on the heights way above me
Yet I can't say how hard, it's the clouds--I can't see
I think there's a monster, he's flown into that tree
Hey! There's another, and another, thus making three
Is that their real total--are they waiting for me?
A pal who had climbed here was afraid to come back
He'd suffered while climbing from a ptero attack
He said to include a gun on my rack
And there'd be no need for any water to pack
The running streams seem to take up the slack
Tim had assaulted the face while I went up the gutter
Through murmuring riffles which continued to mutter
While I slogged my way up like some cranky-loon nutter
With baked beans for lunch and a head filled with butter
A crazy old man whose heart was all a-flutter
It was not easy going and I wished I were dry
Soon the slope steepened eclipsing the sky
It was darkening quickly I thought with a sigh
I got out my headlamp with its cells (they were dry)
This gave me wings and away up the the chute I did fly
It was a nasty cold shower that awaited up there
I swam more than climbed in spots I do swear
And I lost my umbrella in the fight--it's somewhere
I was in a cagoule with a hood for my hair
It was red white and blue and I kept me a spare
When I reached the top I was surprised as hell
Three gargoyles perched in a row looking fell
The rain had stopped and the sun shone as well
One ptero said he's come out looking well
I'll fly him back so his story he can tell
"Why can't you hear a pterodactyl taking a whizz?"
No snails were harmed in the making of this post, at least not with intent. A few crunched shells, nothing flattened.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 23, 2016 - 09:38am PT
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Not for sale, mind you.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 09:47am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 23, 2016 - 06:15pm PT
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Intermission
Plagiarizing myself
I just copied what I wrote,
With blisters on my butt
I'm up a creek without a boat
Don't patronize me now
For what I haven't wrote
I'll provide that in the future
So let me make a note
With the stroke of a pen
Albeit with a sloppy hand
It's illegible what I've written
And I know it isn't grand
So I'll see you in the future
If I haven't in the past
And goodbye for the present
It's something guaranteed to last
Pbushman
07/23/2016
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 06:25pm PT
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I saw a Whig Feather just now, I thought.
But it was just a Wing Feather, reminding me
that I need new lenses in these glasses
and I need to dust this place...manana.
I know we profess not to practice politicking here. The link I am presenting is a brief article on why we should not pay attention to the findings of polling taken in the Presidential Election Cycle during the weeks following a convention.
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/07/23/upshot/were-about-to-enter-a-period-of-polling-volatility.html?_r=0
The article is a blend of a quirk in the statistics that occurs at this time with an assessment of how it might affect the vote and how it has in the past.
I understood and enjoyed it because it shows how statistics actually do lie at times, though it's not anyone's doing.
It has come down to the Nitty Gritty, though, in this race, because there is no way I see that the third candidate can gain any points in the polls, and he needs three more points to take part in the Presidential Debate Club.
This may be a close election. It may not. It will be interesting to watch from the sidelines.
The only election prediction I am bothering to make is that Trump will manage to outspend Clinton and spew more lies than she, as well.
"They always glance to the left when they lie."
Love yer parrots, it's not a sin.
Yer sicko, Cosmici.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 23, 2016 - 09:24pm PT
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OK
But what about the H?
Try
becoz
And report back in the mourning
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 23, 2016 - 10:14pm PT
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Could be coz
Could be le Z
Could be mooselimbs
(Silent b)
P is not silent in German
Psychologie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 11:30pm PT
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Ban commas period.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 11:38pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 23, 2016 - 11:47pm PT
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Reminds me of...Jack in the Box.
A prominence is a large, bright, gaseous feature extending outward from the Sun's surface, often in a loop shape. Prominences are anchored to the Sun's surface in the photosphere, and extend outwards into the Sun's corona.
They are shaped the way they are because of magnetic fields emanating from the sun's interior. Don't tell me you haven't seen Avatar.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 06:17am PT
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The Night Owl/Free Parking Downtown tonight only.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 06:22am PT
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And the crowds flocked into the place.
The parrots were noticeable by their absence.
But they were still involved in a high-stakes poker game across town with an Irish Setter and a Great Dane.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 06:35am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 24, 2016 - 06:37am PT
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What did LaPierre see when he looked in the toilet?
Le Turd de France
addendum (or as we say in French, ps):
[Click to View YouTube Video]
How do you say in French
"What did the three owls say to the rooster?" (late at night).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 07:54am PT
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"Who ever heard of a clock that stays up all night?"
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 24, 2016 - 11:42am PT
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Preparatory to maybe doing some real estate transactions I was looking through the old storage locker (not that one) and lo behold, up pops abuela Chele:
Could not find the Black Mamba photo, but there is some Great White Paper.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 12:12pm PT
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How much for that standing lamp?
You got any old LPs?
I'm also looking for old motorcycle parts, old climbing pitons and nuts, and genuine artifacts sold by Native Americans to tourists.
Any old postcards or National Geographics earlier than 1931 or photos from the same period or earlier?
How much is that Yorkie in the window?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Check the first frame and :27.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 12:41pm PT
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Our predecessors of half a century ago [make that "over a century ago" to catch up] posed with axe and rope before the photographers of Chamonix and Interlaken, and, because there is a touch of Tartarin* in us, we can regret the lost beards, the large-checked Norfolk suits, the deer-stalker caps, and the property rocks on which the right foot was placed in attitude of conquest. Did the unknown dangers of pioneering above treeline produce those expressions of daring and dedication, or were they perhaps suggested by perusal of the latest Alpine thriller, bought at the Kiosk of Victoria Station for 2/6? Here again, we suspect, life took its cue from art.
http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12194244400/Stranger-Than-Fact-The-Climber-in-Fiction
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Le Turd de France?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 24, 2016 - 12:47pm PT
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