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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Cams? we don't need no stinkin' cams. SA..
Still can't figure out what they sold at Devencenzi's other than what appear to be "Groceries with termites".
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Damn, my really cool post got deleted.
I think I can reconstruct it. In the meantime, please allow me to introduce some of my skin doctor's work. He also sells his paintings.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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My son, self-deletion is not a sin.
And seeking the help of a doctor is expensive.
Let alone paying for one.
Ex - orb - it- tant - rum: What you enact when you look at the doctor bill.
You literally go out of this world.
Albeit, the alternative, going out of this world PERMANENT-LIKE, sucks the wee knee, the big weenie, and the life's blood out of you.
Do not be Squamish (you climb ice and all--we know) about the hacking and gouging and burning and scabbing.
It will make you stronger.
That's okay, because you'll be getting some Mitchum in the mail from Secret Santa--see the current SS thread, buncha nazis wouldn't let me post my Christmas Carol on their thread last year--and that should leave you smelling sweet, I hope.
Here goes nothin', Mama...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5MZEp81zkw
For those who've no Christmas balls in their sack,
I've relented a bit, for there's no harm in it.
For them don't like boobs, pins or dolls in their rack,
I've chosen to include this Carol-filled skit.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
It's Alan Alda.
Merry Christ M*A*S*H!!!!
HI-LARRY-OUS!!!!!
"What am I supposed to do--ear this gaudy old red robe with my old yellow slipper?"
"It's not my turn, it's The Larry's."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:38am PT
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Nawmeans to have something cut off or away or altered or repaired or sick then well.
I'm walking the line
Just barely enough
I'm keepin' the rest of my fingers!
For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop, that is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years
I'm walking a line, I'm thinking about empty motion
I'm walking a line, just barely enough to be living
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:47am PT
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Why do flames die? Where they go is an equal mystery.
That's the wine talkin', Tannin Tightrope.
Merry Christmoss to thee!Lack of fuel, air, or oxygen, Virginia.
Only you can prevent Rim fires.
What's in Santa's pipe?
I think it's time for Yule Tell No Lies.
Arlo, would you do the routine?
[Click to View YouTube Video]Why in heck?
Thanks, Andy, I sure needed that "TOUCH."
YOU reached OUT to ME!
Christmas or the mundane?
I choose Christmas, over every day.
The season is the reason I'm so gay.
Keeping up with the Christmas Spirits makes me dizzier than...
hmmm...
it'll come...
give it time...
smoke another bowl...
aha!
Like a fish found floating in a whirlpool on the Moke in low water.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 10, 2013 - 09:40am PT
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hey there say, mouse... remember, i mentioned a little trinket
package of oatmeal cookies??? well:
remember, it's december...
mouse must stay in house:
today, or tomorrow, however it sway...
surprise, for mouse-eyes...
will be the thrill...
so relax, kickback, but don't go!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:43pm PT
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Say I wish it was May already...older I get the colder I stay. But I'm not goin' out today, no place but near here to Middle Earth.
Who would willingly leave in this cold when a perfectly good mail carrier is going to deliver COOKIES and CHEER!?
Not I, said the mouse.
I was plussed yesterday. Big time plussed (as opposed to non-plussed, which means you maintain your aplomb, even though your ankle is swollen, your food's gone, your partner's got the Willies, and you have to peel off several layers to do it...it's called ALPINISM), because I got twice-blessed with post.
I got not just the wonderful book of Patagonia images, I also received in the mail the new 2014 calendar from the local Hicktorial Society here.
Thrice blessed, if you toss in the complimentary letter that the director of the MCHS museum sent to thank me for taking the photos I did on Dec. 1, when they had the Christmas Open House.
I thought, without looking at the sender's address, that this was the package you had intended to sended. But it turned out it was just a cruddy ole used book. :)
MY THANKS, BLUELENS! Awesome gift, so little to choose from out there in the photography coffee table book market, huh? I love USED books. They sometimes have some forgetful reader's cash stashed in them!
I had to do a double take on the cover photo of the Pata-book. I KNOW her, I thought. This is NOT neebee on the cover, though it's possible (anything's possible!), I thought, it's unlikely as heck and implausible totally!
neebee, the insomniacal painter on INSOMNIA? Bucket or not, it's too freakin' funny to think about.
Sorry, n00bee, just had to chuck that out by the fire so to say!
Thanks for the cookies in advance.
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 10, 2013 - 12:49pm PT
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Mouse was that a Raiders fan with a neck tattoo?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 01:17pm PT
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My upstairs neighbor, George LaFrance, is a typical Raider fan, yes, ThisJust In.
You may have noticed the screed when I mentioned Foul Davis earlier.
His neck tattoo reads Sh#t on the left, Happens on the right. Or it could be the other way around, so cheek the photograph.
His typicality is based on his ability to collect food stamps and walls full of Raider crap, which costs more than most, probably, the way Devil Davis worked it for so long. How the hell did he afford to live in Montclair otherwise? And why live there when the team's in LA. Damn, he got me started on THE ANTI-CHRIST!
Why couldn't you ask about the mole on zBrown's neck instead?
I just wanted to get drunk and forget about the Raiders going to LA. My sister-in-law lived down Ventura Co. way and adopted them as a fan. It was a bone of contention and then became a laugh-aloud when they came home to the Bay Area.
And then they started that Raider Nation juve! I tellya! Next time I see a Raider flag, a quick trip to the bar!
ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL Shift HATE-TALKING?[Click to View YouTube Video]
"I feel sorry for the gal that married dead old Al."--The Ballad of Blacks' Hole
You notice the BULK of the PUNKS are not BLACK, but SILVER & BLACK?
They have a reason for not calling it the SILVER HOLE.
It's called the Broncos.
I'm calling a shift, right. Go HOWIE LONG, the only one to make it REALLY big after retirement.
There is more cheese in marketing the Raiders on the local, Oakland level, it embarrasses the hell out of Green Bay fans! The ineptitude of the commentators on the local level, well...
THAT SUCKS, TOO!
How's that, Al? You only hired broke-down ex-players who know no decent English and have a vocabu-Larry, but no vocal skills beyond muttering sweet nadas lacking originality, just toeing Al's party line, "We are the Raiders, therefore we are excellent." What a lazy bunch of scared pussies ran around that Alameda den of iniquity. They hung around bad bars back in the day, and that was okay with the fans, who loved stories of bar brawls and consumption of whatever in quantity. And he had the nerve to ply us with that Commitment booshiff in spite of it. Good marketing, no kidding, but running out on the ones upon whose devotion you built your empire of ugly losses and embarrassing moments is the true nadir of the Raider Nation. Jim Plunkett's a fine quarterback, but he can't lead a discussion or read the writing on the wall, which says...
"RAIDERS WHO BROADCAST LOCALLY SUCK!"
The fans don't necessarily suck, it's just that I felt like a jilted lover back in the early eighties, and then along came Bill Walsh. He was a Giant, and he was a Saint, and he was a 49er all at once. A true GOD!
"Straight from the mouse's horsehit pile."--see page top
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this just in
climber
north fork
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Dec 10, 2013 - 01:53pm PT
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A simple yes would have done, HA. That was awesome, good on ya Mouse.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 10, 2013 - 02:11pm PT
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yep.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2013 - 01:07pm PT
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Here's what you do, please.
Please.
Go to Youtube, play this, then wait two or three seconds and play the video blow the link.
Do you see it?
I'm kinda amazed I even thought of this echo thing, but I guess it goes back to when Jeff's dad installed that re-verb unit in the Impala.
Sinead O'Connor / Silent Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87q5dmW6zDg
[Click to View YouTube Video]Angels being heard down low.
Since we are solo, the thing to do is to wake up Carlow aka Marlow we all know and who drives a one-horse open sled no matter which thread through which he may head.
Mr. Jingle is here, dear! He can see you, you are sleeping. Can you hear sled horns BOMPing? Can you hear reindeer STOMPing? Are you eagerly CHOMPing at the bit for presents or cookies or lumps of koa charcoal?
Just what DO Norskis Dieuw during the fest of us, Chrymussy-wise. Enlighten us, Osage of the Midnight Dusk.
But take your time and ride lower than normal, the magic sled's practicing low-level stunts.
"Been hitting the window pane again, Mouse?"--theLobLolly
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 11, 2013 - 01:17pm PT
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And where is CaptainCalabashed when we need him?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 11, 2013 - 05:06pm PT
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hey there say, zBrown... just saw the photo load...
say, how is your neck... hope all will be well...
will be praying for you... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 12, 2013 - 07:41am PT
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SERiously Happy![Click to View YouTube Video]Song for you livers.
Diers get...what?
Ticket to some paradise
You should have made here?
But it doesn't matter.
Please just scatter
My ashes on the Matter
Horns of the Sierra Nevader.
Happiness runs, according to Donovan.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Happiness flies, too. Grab some while you can.--words of advice from my new single-initial friend
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 12, 2013 - 10:10pm PT
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hey there say, ... so what you been up to today, mouse?
how is merced doing?
:)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 12, 2013 - 11:58pm PT
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hey there say, cosmic... oh my... until the 16th?
then what... oh my... you knowwwwwwwww, he just might have to:
take some CHORES with him, then... a bag full :O
but--he is a smart mouse, he can do it... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 12:26am PT
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I've been burning down the mouse housewith a little help from my friends.
They say there are hay hawks.
I think this is a tar weed hay hawk.
Stupid hawk got caught!
One for the little guys!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 12:46am PT
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And I posted some kinda ratty pics to the Bir-DUH! thread, there was a PS4 that I snagged for my neighbor at Walmart, and I must say HEY THERE WAS NO PACKAGE TODAY, neebee. Two other boxes had postits saying to come to the office for packages, but no cigar. Manana.
I went out to the fifth floor fire escape and climbed the ladder to the eaves, since it's higher than the balcony. I tied my tripod that ED HARTOUNI gave me with a loop of twine to the ladder and was able to level swivel the whole pan with one hand and I also got a good workout up there, about firteen minutes braced between the ladder and the building. I felt good coming down, too, not stiff with cold like some frost-bitten, starved, thirsty ALPINIST, though the air was cold enough to warrant the balaclava and the gloves AMYJO left me.
Thank you, friends, any and all who feel connected, for the little assisting things that go into these images. I mean the inspiration as well the little "nices" and "good jobs" and other things of a complimentary nature. I'm going to get more skilled, and more ideas, too, constantly.
I'm content to just have something to do and some small audience to share with. It beats Facebook--too many STRANGERS who aren't FRIENDS. I don't blame you, DMT, for not booking face. Not why I'm here, not close.
That's what I got to climb this morning.
Fun. Hope I don't get hassled. Hope I can do this after a heavy snow on a cold, clear day with a north wind howling over my head, a muir leaf in a maelstrom, pigeons whizzing over my head howling like the north wind with abandonment issues.
I'd actually rather get to the top of the old signage framework, up where that hawk sits. I'd love to sit there in that same howling condition and come down frostbitten, hallucinating, sore hemorrhoids, B.O. a-plenty, like some ALPINIST doing his best to stay alive after harrowing acts only a fool would try under the conditions of a terrible California winter.
That was followed by quick duck in the bog.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Pretty uneventful day.
And it started out like gang-busters, too.
The Cats & the Fiddle / Gang Busters (not a pack of dogs chasing bBrown shoes)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGQgvDoEXnU
CosmicCallMeCragsman call. Oh where, Schultzy, IS he?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 13, 2013 - 01:20am PT
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I think it's zBrown's roll.
Oops, we can't talk about it here.
Bonnie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyc8gIVZH9g
How about love. In tennis, it's nothing. In life, it's the best thing.
FYI, I got that off of GAMEFACEBOOK, Brandon.
That was a nice pic (u-kno the one) of your mug--do you shave yet, youngster, speaking of mugs? :0)
I made it easy--I misread the clock. Gang busters.
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