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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 12:03am PT
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Tras Coors, amigo. Tras Coors, hombers.
No, Jim's not o sole mio climber.
He loves climbing with others, not singing about it.
I must witness that Jim's one of the most self-effacing persons on this site.
I semi-quote the Rev: "Jim Donini is one of the best of us all. He never talked about himself or what he was doing, just went about it like we all knew we should be doing. No names, but he wasn't like a bunch of the rest of the top flight climbers. Nope, Donini's a good man."
And we know the Rev's record of truthfulness.
He says the same about WBraun, for the record. No qualifications or exceptions. STand-up guys.
And then there's the dichotomy.
Mathis got mentored by Millis, a stand-up guy when necessary. Still a lot of fun, but you'd hate to let your daughter marry the boy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 12:27am PT
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At one of Millis' reunions.
Phil B. on the ribs. Tom Crow. Gene Foolery. Jeff, Bill Nickell, Lauren, too. Nice bangs, baby! Chicken Skinner. Don Lauria. Roger D'Longnamer and Mary Lou Long. Ms. Hechtel. Chuck Cochrane. Jefe Stubburbs. Dennis Oakeshott. Ellie Hawkins.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 02:14am PT
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For our goodest friend neebee, even MORE real folks doin' real FUN stuff and then THANKING JESUS BY NAME (real quick prayer but a prayer) for the opportunity, Amen, let's eat...Where the critters came from.
Where they found a new home.
This guy wants a bone.
You seen my new roan?
Well have you seen MY new roan?
Circle Bar Middle E?
Sorry, pard. I don't think that's in the registry.
Seen any Indians?
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 14, 2013 - 10:05am PT
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Just a small sampling of "single-minded" Jim's repetoire
donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
I well recall the harmonizing of Tiny Tim and Miss Vicki.....sadly, short lived.
Apr 22, 2013 - 06:57pm PT
"Tiptoe thru the Tulips" by Tiny Tim, my absolute fave! The music died with Tiny.
Tip Toe Thru the Tulips- Tiny Tim.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 11:12am PT
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I'd prefer Johnny Sompanato in the nasturtiums, but it's not my Turn, er somthin'. [Click to View YouTube Video]
Tulips. You know how to do it, STeve, you pucker.
photoid303118
[Click to View YouTube Video]Tere's likely awfully good, but that's just my expectoration. No basis except her position as she reveals all there on the couch.
Don't bother with flowers on my grave, lady.
"The cat was one of the last wild ones in the area.
She lived a life of independence, as had her mam.
She was solid black with a luster to the coat when she preened that turned to something...deeper than black?
Is that possible?
Can snow get any whiter?
What's snow, mam?"
About as possible as taming this felinefineandneverknewsnowdingyhaikuthingy
we all know and respect,
but who shall be remainless someday long in the future, I hope,
and nameless for now.
Keeping a feline as a pet didn't catch on quickly in the West, as
Egyptian cats could not be legally exported.
The Romans relied on ferrets.
Cowboy Larry kept a pet rat, Ratty.
And he smelled like halibut a lot.
He had a way with pussies and flat fish, both.
"Larry Eugene, stop playing with your cod."--Betty Fries, Larry's mom
Frenchman Georges-Louis Leclerc, the Count de Buffon, on kittens:
"...They have an innate malice, a falseness of character, a perverse nature, which age augments and education can only mask." Worse, too, the Count thought that female cats were overtly sexual, saying things like they announced their desires by piercing cries or the excess of need.
"Louis, you degenerate frog."--Dan Ayckroyd (Elmo Blues)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 01:31pm PT
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Following my sunbath at the Cookie Cliff on Sunday.After "turning around and going back down, down the way I came from" (QSM Pride of Mice),
I followed the road from old I knowed would take me to Sunset Inn.
Mouse and Lauren Nickell (at the same time, simultaneous-like):
"Where's a man" "It's not"
"bound to find" "a guest at all."
"a good meal" "It's just"
"hereabouts?" "Mouse."
I took no photos, had a fast Fat Tire with Bill, said hello to the kids, wished them a happy Mothers' Day meal at the Evergreen Lodge, and exited stage pronto.
Back out on the highway, looking for no more adventure, just a place to lay my head.
I'm stalled. I cannot load pictures to ST. I'm taking a break and going to visit the bank for some real world problems, the Banco de Mexico across the street, aka Banquo of America
I must be feeling suicidal.
SLACK!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 14, 2013 - 02:03pm PT
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This is me standing forlorn and feeling safer than poor Jeff, who was about this time trying to yell at Millis for some slack.
But the wind blew his words forwards, then it blew them backwards and Mousewards and air-words, just not towards Millis, around the corner in a slung belay.
Jeff was is dire straits; he could not go forwards and could not go back.
He was on the sloping summit, just out of his aid slings! He hadn't used any long runners to lessen rope-effing-drag, a new phenomenon introduced in the worst possible place.
I saved his miserable butt (Love ya, Jefe!) by intervening with the ignorantly blissful Millis.
Soooo lucky, we were.
Like I told Amy, Bill and Lauren's daughter, a waitress in a Groveland bistro (!?), the forks were with us that day.
Back on the road the road the road the road the road...
I can't help deepening affection for the lowly adjunct to many road photos, the humble fencepost. Some of what I know of them, first-hand second-hand knowledge from former alkies is what it is, repeated here again:
Many bent fencepost nails around the planet are revered by reforming alcoholics who shall remain anonymously reverent while talking six-penny slang like downing a six-pack and driving home the point that Higher Beings exist, the Force exists, and Nirvana is out there, too. Just not at the bottom of a bottle.
Yes, I am one. Yes, I scare myself in my reddish chariot of flame.
Ora pro me.
And I may pray for thee.
I have a fencepost near Chinese Camp I go to.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 14, 2013 - 03:43pm PT
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hey there say, mouse!! these are wonderful greatoutdoors social pics!
looked like it was a great day!
love the cow in fields... wow, i'd like to paint that later, :)
thanks for the wonderful share, and i'm just now thanking jesus, too,
for a neat morning, going into afternoon, now... :)
god bless!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 09:59pm PT
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THocking thinking of me.
My two trips to Yosemite, one to visit Jim D and then another to visit the Rev, and then on Wednesday afternoon...
blood clot in the lung, straight to ER, do not piss out of the urinal, Mr. B., we need the pee to see how your sodium retention level is, please let me scan your wristband before I collect this blood sample, here's your med, no, we never let you sleep, you putz.
This is what I get for not renewing my Rx for Warfarin, the RAT POISON.
Second time around, last time the clot was in the heart three around Christmas of 2011, same cause.
At any heart rate, the Mouse is climbing stairs and down to 177 #.
Let my condolence flow to all who suffered from the climbing accidents on the West coast.
I haven't been following the ST, but wonder if Donini and George Lowe got up the NIAD, plan on it soon, or WTF?
Cheers, Pentecost was a beautiful day for me, in spite of being hospitalized.
I need sleep desperately, a joint and a shave--no more free razors in the healing centers--but will do them in reverse.
Ora pro me, and I shall pray for y'all.
Cheers, but I've stopped drinking.
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 20, 2013 - 10:17pm PT
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Glad to hear that you're more or less OK. I figured you and Donini went off on some kind of music listening jag and got thrown into Camp 14 (this is different from Camp 4).
I'm happy I don't have to come and get you two out.
If you need any blood, let me know. I'm a very good blood donor.
Take care of yourself. I know you're still the man you used to be, but just a bit older.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
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The printed version of Middle Earth Racy Radio says "Don't deny my name."
I'm Mouse. He's Ian. The other stooge is Liam.
And you're bruising my bloody, bloody virgin mary with that spike, dude!
Ian Bucahnan/Winding Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42HiqQJgVfk
Liam Finn/Jump Your Bones
Lhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG9yVtNz4bs
The magic week of Pentecost was almost a winding sheet,
Instead, blinding sheet.
Tie-dyed, of course.
Mo' lata.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 20, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
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Tay, Hockwad!!
I'm heading for Lenna's in Gladdenfields, I mean Sonora.
It's Bob's Birthday again, can you believe it.
That's Saturday the 24th.
And then we'll go see Mr. Hyong-duck's presentation in the cavern in the canyon.
Number nine.
I am Warfarining, ya Smeagol.
My little sis knows nothing of my illness, just cuz I lost my phone list here in the empty EMT madness of "Hey, what'll we do to this guy's room? Stash that here, put some old food out for the roaches, too."
All I know is that she'll be cooking steak on Saturday. the Rev and I were getting together this last Saturday, but nope. So I'll ask him and his tiny dancer up and my brother Tim, and since Mike the Grave is fishing in Maine, my sister-in-law, as well, but she'll decline: "Oh, honey, thanks, but..."
And Lenna and Ed will be quite enough. Tim never drinks, Lenna likes to fish and can drink like a fish, too, so I have one very supportive bottle of vino for her. It's white, but she'll manage it with a steak, pretty confident.
I have discovered the Coors Non-Alcoholic brew, and it's decenter than OD's, which is roach pee, mostly.
I have the itch for NeeVada and Carson City to seek the whereabouts of an old mouse friend, Jim Livermore and then will point it to Mound City to see the Taxman, if he will send his phone, if he will point the way, I will not delay.
And ideally, the Far Niente, the Red Incarniente, will point towards the northern part of 395 and cross over Beckwourth and photograph low Sierra Nevada, not NeeVada, lowlifes crossing the Sierra Nevada a second time, as I've only driven it once in the seventies. Perhaps a night of waning moon, mon.
In a two-holer in some Anderson dive.
STay alive, I'm going climbing with you, Old Thunderbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 21, 2013 - 06:55am PT
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Another leaf from Sixty Minutes last nite, zBrown.
Dingus style.
Guy can tell a story.
Needs some good instruction in adding MUSIC THAT FITS HIS DISTINGUISHED STYLE.
Running from bees, climbing nekkid, flying high.
A Great among the Cheap. And we are cheap talk experts on the Taco.
But DMT walks the talk, talks not sh#t, and loves his rocks, so he's a role model waiting to roll when & where the whim goes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pH11yiNsE8
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 06:41am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
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May 22, 2013 - 04:47pm PT
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I was wondering (again?) just who is the man behind the mouse. After some careful research, I discovered it must be this guy.
Der Fotoapparat lügt nicht!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 06:12pm PT
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Me so horny! Need woodfeasting, mood boosting, BDay celebrating.
I can leave the Sonora bivvy, crampon over to the 395 and follow my nose to Mood Woody.
Ah, Telly...woody man, savant, and suck-up to Hef, George, and George's brother, the Great Liberace.
Telly the Spare Hair is just allright with me.
Bro George, not Boy George.
"One two tree, wunderbahr,
One two tree, wunderbahr.
In da vest, zoon to be in da trees, wunderbahr."
Vood Vests are best by gov't test.
Where do I go? I'll find out on the Internet!
Hang around, Thunderbox, and the TaxMan.
I got lotsa sh#t in the PA can!
Hey, it's not Mickey's vault he was molested as a drop of ink. That whole "Dad" thing is just Disney.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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May 22, 2013 - 07:40pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... oh my, :O did not know you were in the hospital...
been busy catching up on house and yard cleaning... garden in, now.. mostly onions, carrots and beets, and a few tomatoes, being that perhaps i will have more garden success if the stuff can grow as fall crops too, seeing that we don't get much sun, :O
so i been in and out of supertopo very fast... saw the serious posts, so went there first and did not get to the neat history posts here... or the neat daily-reporter on the street stuff, ... though now, i see the daily-reporter was OFF the steets... :O
god bless, pray, and take care... hope you next little adventure that you posted of, will be very special!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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May 22, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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I just got off the phone with my sister Lenna Louise, and she's got shrt rbs from S. Kor., I have rib steaks from this critter I met this morning, and I also have some sweet broccoli salad for the BDay dinner.[Click to View YouTube Video]I kept the conversation brief.
Then I called the Rev. He's expecting me and maybe Skip on his dirt bike following me to the holy precincts of Man's and Ita Way in Greeley Hill.
He was talkin' sh#t about "heading up to the T. Pass" but had forgot it were gonna be the big weekend. We're hiding out at his place, so sorry.
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