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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 04:35pm PT
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Dreaming of Wolfie and ScroogeWE WERE SO LIGHT & GAY
When we still lived among the land
And in the trees
And were the wind itself in the trees
We were blessed
Now we are called saints
But now is not our time
To be blissful
It can never be explained
Do the best you can
Until your times to come to join us
Have a care in what you say
Please others not yourselves
--but, O my! for goodness' sake, better you don't be PUSHY with it! :))
Walk the woods and climb the mountains
While you may
And trust to God
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 17, 2013 - 04:58pm PT
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Mouse said"
I'm feeling awful about "falafel" and take it back, OK? ??:0)??
Oh, Mouse, it is okay. Everyone is confused by both my names, feralfae and iloilo. I am used to it. :)
No matter, no worries.
Have a wonderful Holiday season, enjoy the little mice and all the rest that is on its way to you.
Merry, merry!
Happy, happy!
Peace
feral fae (wild—as in untamed—fairy)
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Dec 17, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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Mouse
Have you read this book?
And God is dead, you know... Haven't Mouses noticed?
Nietzsche is dead too...
...O in the fence...
Do Mouse believe in fairies?
Carlow believes in Feralfae
;o)
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Dec 17, 2013 - 07:39pm PT
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Off belay!
(silence)
Mouse!!
What?!?
Off belay!
What?!?
Off belay!!
You're gay?
What?!
I can't hear you!!
actual communication from the distant past.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2013 - 09:47pm PT
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It turned out he was only curious.
Back when the Flames roared, we (but I'm only really speaking for myself--who knows what lies in the hearts of men?) never thought about potential homo-erotic episodes like spooning on a bivvy, or having pissing contests off the belay stance, or pissing on each other, for that matter, though there is a picture of Larry whizzin' on the lower-down beings on this thread, in the distant past.
And there was the time Randy landed in my lap after that fall on Tweedle Dee, or was it Tweedle Dum?
And I didn't know Nietsche even died, Marlow. Did he write anything worth while? Really? Cuz I can't complain about my life, despite not having had the experience of examining his work.
Hell, I didn't even know Dennis Cardoza had resigned a year ago today! Did you see that post? Marcel came by and he laughted his butt off and we had to settle it like mice: With carving knives. It was no sweat--he threw first and I got mine to stick way out there, so he couldn't stretch that far and it turns out I was still wrong, because he then showed me the date, Dec. 17, 2012.
I'm sticking with my imagination and leaving the facts for someone else. I couldn't even give out the right times for moonrise and set yesterday.
Hey, Gene, did you see that post, bud? Where were you, WatchDawg? I won't delete it, cuz it was no troll. I am, in this respect, an idiot, much to my chagrin, as I just nailed Nemesis to the wall with such verve that it scared me.
Sorry, Nembo, I'm not hypocritical, just human. but there was food for thought in that post.
Nobody that posts on the Flames sucks. In fact...sorry, not gonna go there again without rehearsal of the ducks.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 18, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
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Hi Mouse,
Thank you for the link.
As I am kicked back on this, my Wednesday off from the world, I clicked and enjoyed both The Ransom of Red Chief & The Gift of the Magi today between bringing in firewood and making chicken soup.
Great stories, with hilarious irony and beautiful love. Nice gift to us all for the season.
Thank you.
feralfae
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 18, 2013 - 09:15pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... saw the pidgeon-hole of an email, ;)
such fan-fair, those ol' pidgeons...
say, forgot to get back to you--did know of the two stories, but have time now, and as feralfae did, i will go back and read them, as a 60 year old now, ;) instead of young mom, (and before that, as an unmarried school gal) :))
well, we all the cry of the day:
it's not 'off belay' it's WHERE IS BOX OF 'ON THE WAY?'
thanks for the distracting story of the quickly distracted pidgeons,
and the glass that got dis-tracked from its tact...
and the imagined-images of a box-gone-wrong...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 12:52am PT
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It's just the Gift of the Magi, neebee, not the Ransom of Red Chief, on the VOA link.
I am real happy you got to see the films, Ilollo. And I am going to be doing some filming soon, of a sort. You may have a good role. I'll let you know when the ducks get here. The monkeys are due in the next two days.
"Is that cryptic, or what, Watson?"--Holmes, in the film adaptation of the Lost Jar of Jar Jar Binks, c. Joe Mumm Productions, 1967.
As I told neebee in that series of emils, she herslf (HA!) may have a LEADING role in this or maybe another of my Tripot Cinema productions, many of which are slowly simmering in the back ranges of my brian.
The best scene I have yet written involve castles and Spanish mice and in which I hope to cast Lynn Hill as HERSELF. I've been trying to decide whether to use attacking hordes of mice and defending barbarians,
or the other way around, but either way it is an excellent scenario because the mice always win, and the barbarians ALWAYS lose.
Ain't no ransoming the castle, either. It's ya either do or yer gunna die time in old the old Spanish west. Bastille in Castille is the working title. Three Blind Mousketeers is in the running. South Bay Watch Company is underwriting my efforts, BTW. Some back-channel rumors have it that there is a contest involving this production. NOT TRUE, please do not pm me over this...thx.
For zBrown, special numbers.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Eclipse both the sun and moon
He not busy being born is not very wet
magi
magic
imagination
image
impossibility
I wrote that in thirty seconds
imagine me a poet of haiku imagine me as not you
even less
why be amazed
why not be somewhat fazed
like you just blazed
otay, that was at least 'huff' a minute and a quarter
I'm not contesting Bob. I'm learning from him.
"Who's really counting?"--some good divinity trinity: mom, dad, the odd god
T Hocking, really, what do you REALLY KNOW about Etna? Dish about your experiences in the Scott if you've dipped a paddle there, por favor. Wanna know, so get thee ducks to row, and kick back with some Shasta Nasty and and and and write your story. The one of your days early on the rope was really gripping. Couldn't tell if your were gunna come through all that.
Roger's art is so effin' cool, too. Thanks a tonne, ya Giant Englishman.
That was a good read, so I know you gotta have SOMETHING for us for Christmas.
Nice nice very nice shot of you and Mo and the big birch, BTW. :0)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 19, 2013 - 02:55am PT
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hey there say, mouse... thought you would enjoys these, too!
in their babyhood... :)
some are going to off to other homes, later...
you will hear tell, but not now... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 03:26am PT
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neebee, I can't give a ratio of broken cookies to unbroken ones. I don't know how many you sent. There were like five busted up. Thanks a million. They are all et. YUM!
zBrown, my scientific friend, you're out of luck. I wanted the data, I guess it doesn't matter. The cookies have crumbled in my mouth.
They were
neebeesco cookies!!!!!!!
And some more of the mice, in fact, all the mice, pretty much, are acting up.
Gene took off for the wild blue.Audrey, Muppet, and Ilollo, too.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 03:55am PT
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I have one important thing to present, the final paragraph of a letter included in a Christmas card from Larry Jones, the old Flame and it may be you recall his recurring mention here.
be that as it may, he's a dear old pal, just as nice a guy as they make, like all my friends, and he lost his wife Barb this summer just after I had visited, like the day after. It was shocking, and her mom was living there but Barb's brother and his wife are on the ball. She's moved to Washington, so he's by himself with his two poodles, Mr. Darcy and Miss Sophie.
His letter ended this way:
In closing, I would like to say that I have realized several important things this year. First, love is like an iceberg and has deep hidden dimensions. Second, tell people you love them as often as you can while you still can. Finally, think deeply about what the people in your life mean to you and work to resolve issues that separate you. Life is short, make good use of the time you have. I wish all of you a wonderful holiday season and a joyous new year. Love to all, scribble/scrawl of another someday-to-be-famous painter/sculptor/lover
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 19, 2013 - 05:57am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
oh my, my condolences to him, in the loss of his wife...
i am one way, glad:
glad you could be there for them to enjoy the visit
with a friend, in togetherness, before she passed on...
a special memory note, thus, left behind for him...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 09:10am PT
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I'll tell the Jokes.
We used to call Larry by a multitude of different nicknames. Jokes from Jones. Hodad, well, that was not likely. Larry was the first one of us to grow long hair. Scuz, that was his normal, everyday handle. Moab, for golly sakes, was one that crept in from the desert, I guess. I was not around when he was anointed that.
LarryMarcusHodadScuzMoab Jokes-Jones. Has a familiar look to it.
It were Larry got the other half of that first hit of White Lightning acid I tooken in '68. His jaw drooped ALL OF HALFWAY DOWN HIS CHEST before I realized that the cake in my hand was tota-lotally crushed by my fist in a frenzy of feeling the texture of icing and goo as I walked out into the sunlight of the New Year, 1969, the Year of Altamont. That was my first hallucination. It's Mouse, a New Age Guy, a Man of Division, a Farce to be Reckoned a Crackpot. But a free man, because six months later I was out of the Nav and on my way to becoming y'all's FRERE GRIMPEUR.
Hickory, dickory, Dr. F,
Helter, skelter, Dr. Leary.
Washy, washy, Dr. Bronner.
First yer straight, then yer hair grows, then yer a dirtbag, but dirtbags, of all people, have friends. That's one of its prime benefits, besides the Climbing Grant.
Who is Climbing Grant?
A good subject for another poem, that's what.
Hey, Tony! Is Dingus awake yet? I wanted to ask him if he ever got to be a drifter, a dirtbag, a climbing BUM.
Curiosity kept the mouse from the same fate as the cat. Odd fact, but true. GET IT? Or have you no clue, too? Why that is, I'm not very curious. I'm more than willing to accept it. Mice don't have nine lives to just throw away, see? And nobody leaves anything out for us on purpose, so we need to go raiding. And night time is the right time to seek the things you love.
Mojo Cliff Bars are OUT OF THIS WORD!
Mojority Rules.
Bring back the codpiece and use it like a chalk bag between your legs.
Frodo lives.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2013 - 10:02am PT
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Seriously, I think I might want to commit visual suicide over the holidays.
Take a beebee gun and blow my airhead out, just as the shutter clicks. What's the worst that can happen if I don't kick the bucket, shoot my eye out?
Or I could go see ANCHORMAN II: The Adventure Continues. Right, like I want to pay to see drivel when it abounds hereabouts?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
But it does look like FUN, and there is a road trip, like the climbing lifestyle dirtbuggers live, seeking employment while seeking enjoyment is hard and all the guys on the road this Christmas to go climbing, and there are tons of you, have FUN sitting in the tent out of the 30-knot wind, remember to put your toothbrush where you can find it, and keep your water in you sleeping bag.
I might die laughing if I go see this movie cuz, as the trailer indicates here, we are all gonna die. I'll wait to view it online later when I can die in my reclimber chair and not cause a public fuss. And I won't have to pay ten bucks.
I'm kidding. Far from being depressed, this is shaping up to be one of the nicest Christmases ever for me. I blame it on supertopo.
One good thing about films like this is that for a bit we feel smarter than someone else and that can only build self-esteem. Over-the-top comics like these guys and STeve Martin and NOT Drew Carey for the holidays, Fockers!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 20, 2013 - 04:10am PT
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MERRY CHOSSMAS! HIGH NEW YEAR!
Heard you went and had yourself a bouldering date with Nova Ember.
EssTeeEffPeeU.
"S-T-F-Pee-E-U, what does that spell...?"--Jimmy, again
I have no clue what that acronym means. "Don't never use it if you don't own it, son."--best advice that lyin' SOB ever gave me
A facsimile of the Blue Cookie Monster. The answer to the riddle, "How could I have gorged on the cookies and then been able to take pictures of them?" is not mine to reveal.
P.M. mfm with an answer. I have some of my own. Also, I'd really like to know the meaning of the acronym, as well.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 06:42am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
if the box does not come by christmas eve...
THEN:
i will post the poem AND LET YOU IN on the
'secret project'...
then, i will 'play the cards' out, as well i can...
as to what that BOX was all about...
as, each day I WILL explain the poem...
also, sadly, i should have taken pictures--that was the plan,
but trying to make the 'mail deadline' i did not get
photos enough... :(
but--it will still be fun...
just in a dryer flatter, way, :)
kind of like a carpet, instead of fresh lush grasslands, :)
happy god bless to you all this eve...
was busy with the last cards and chatting with my
stamp-fairy... by phone... she had twisted her ankle after
falling DOWN a flight of stairs, :O
whewwww-no broken bones for her, or head injury, and her family
was there... outside, when it happened... was not even snow/ice
related, :O
so, got to go sleep now, and get read for the night shift, THIS
time, i will be able to paint... card are ALL DONE, :)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:49pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Dec 20, 2013 - 10:59pm PT
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