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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 01:32am PT
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Oh, where, oh where is the love?Flame on, Ron!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 02:18am PT
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Miejsce, które powinno być w mojej powieści, nic tak Novello Nadszedł sacrum.
[Click to View YouTube Video]A mouse with a nervous tic
needs a sidekick
or two or as many as can fit
in his pinhead.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
My mouse paws are clammy
But I won't use no chalk
Talk to mammy--double whammy
Walk the talk--climb the climb
Leave the nasty white behind
Just trust your belayer.
Mayer
sinuses get finer than frog hair, Moosie.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 02:57am PT
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In that spirit, this is for Fletcher, in lieu of the promised package.
It will come, no need to build anything, dude.
Sorry if I built up your hopes for that lamp, but there's lots of this going around.
I know you're not worried. Thanks.
Mouse
what?
Aren't you forgetting someone?
bill cosby? morgan freeman? george burns?
Geeze, Mouse...
i'd never have guessed HIM!
Brother...
son, daddy-o.
Sheesh...
locker's line--try cowabunga
Cowabunga!
and a faux interview with Tennessee led to this gem:
"The cat on the tin roof was really just havin' a nap on a neighbor lady's swamp cooler, I'll swear. Her name was Momma Daddy and she weighed forty pounds. The cat, not the neighbor lady."
and Keith Richards commented once to me about a model on the telly,
"She is on the telly. She is paid to look beautiful. I do it for nothing."
Moosie, Fletcher, Ron, neebee, TimidTR and nita, yer really cool.
thanks for putting up with me, "the acquired taste"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 16, 2014 - 03:31am PT
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Rhymes with mummy.I'm not forgetting Marlow aka Carlow
the oh so slow and low man from Oslo
Norway, that is.[Click to View YouTube Video]
they made me a frogman on the demo team[Click to View YouTube Video]Hey, Tony! The bota belong to you?
NORFOLK? ALCOHOL?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 16, 2014 - 07:02pm PT
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I read the last series and have arrived here at the end before a new one arrived.
I never win any of these contests.
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it’s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn’t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 16, 2014 - 07:04pm PT
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What's this thread coming to when you have to reply to your own reply?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
when I look at the television, I want to see me staring
right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just
about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...
Someone asks "Anyone seen Renaldo & Clara" recently?
I gotta think, Why? Are they missing?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 16, 2014 - 09:57pm PT
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hey there say, just stepped in to say, hey there...
thank you mouse for the flames message :) ...
hope you get the new room? or are you still wavering?
oh NO! did you get a bike stolen from you???
perhaps you will get another car?
do NOT get caught by 'the flying hawk-owl of despair, as you
said, things come-and-go, perhaps, a car may just well be
appearing again, keep praying, :)
you did your friends a good turn... and turns can turn more good, as well...
love the bird pics, too...
wow, did not know zbrown heard of 'los huracanes del norte'
:)
night all... god bless...
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 17, 2014 - 12:06am PT
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{{{hugs}}}
goodnight neebs, have good dreams.
fae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 02:39am PT
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'I never win any of these contests.'
I won't play Born to Lose, because I'm a Loser Baby, myself, time to time.
And besides, I'm positively posting, now, too.
Not exclusively, just sort of absolutely not doing negative posts.
A battery of dreams, eh? Are they paralleling mine? I don't know what that would entail, frankly, but there are parallels between CV and Merced, QED.
Are there dream warps? If so, like in galactic hitchhiking there are time warps and worm holes, are there shape-changers, dimension blenders, zones of enlightenment and zones of terror? Where are they capable of taking us?
Why do we always seem to come back to white, not black?Or hot pink?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBLozI_mq_Y
Not the bike, just the spindle to the rear wheel hub. Screws right out, but they can't steel the wheel cuz of the chain. Walking is the Flames' thing, anyhoo.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:10am PT
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flamenco
Outside the musical context, the Spanish word flamenco can mean "flamingo"-–referring to the bird, but originally meaning "flame-coloured"–-but also "Flemish," as in referral to the Ned Flanders.
I knew a Mike Fleming years ago. I have a picture somewhere which I love showing him and my Big Bother Mike standing in the rain over a dampfire trying to stay cool while sipping coffee.
To flemish a rope, that's something all good sailors do. I'm not a good sailor. I think it means to flake out, but I'm lying, it means to pretty it all up if it's rope spaghetti. Ask Tony or Bobby.
I have a thing I gotta go do.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:23am PT
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It has something to do with contrasts, I believe. Either that or the Yin and the Yang of it all. Or it could just be the trees.
Like I said though, I never win any of these contests.
Sometimes even a little off-color helps.
All this speculation does get me to wondering though and the first thing that pops into mind is:
What is the opposite of wind chime?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 10:48am PT
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In keeping with the new trend of The Flames and since I don't usually do positive reviews. Here is a great product. I cleaned my malfunctioning furnace with this (gas, electric, the whole works (be sure to unplug electrical and turn off gas first)) and it now works like a charm.
Elimina Polvo Y Pelusa
EDIT: Works great on keyboards (the computer kind) too. Gets all those cookie, cracker & pretzel crumbs right outa the grooves.
TV clicker on deck.
BTW did you see my new (early 1900's) African carving?
Was thinking of a contest to i.d. her, but I never ...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 11:30am PT
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zBrown
('don't' call him 'brown'),
i called u zeepster.
i meant zeebster.
may u copa with-a my blunder
i'm-a sorry for your-a agony
i'm-a bit unnerved
witless in gazing sunward
no moonward
no sun word
it's just-a chinatown, jack
i saw the good moon a-settin'
just after the sun came up
who's being unfaithful to whom
is it the sun
is it the moon
what happened to the question marks
exclamation pointless
literature devises
what mouse espies sez THEM
wheel c about THAT
what works works works wonders
THEY are tearing up the place
REnovation
it's a dawn novello world
vatican i do?
Aha! Back in business, I C.
I used to watch way too much telebishion.
What Poetry Works
Maynard G. Rebs
What works for some can work for many.
I’m just sittin’, not gettin’ any,
(Not THAT!)
Jobs, that is.
If I thought of labor (yuck), I’d cringe all day,
I’d idle my thoughts, so I’d sooner pay.
mmm...
Two pennies.
If I (you know) at (that) while wifey sat
Dancing and lying on yoga mat,
Frankly, Zelda,
I’d be bummed.
I’ve no more to say, it’s too much like (ugh!),
I think my thoughts, cats, chicks, you’ve dug--
Like, ditty litter,
From Merced.
I'm wishing the best for you this morning.
A Friday morning
It feels like a Sunday in some ways
This is a song for a little bird from whom I heard
an encouraging word
early this morning/late last night/this morning.
Whaddya want, it's Berzerkeley, the model city.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
coffee on
milk's gone
such a good life
and it's fading
etc.
FLAME ON, Amyjo!
A la juerga, chiquita!
It feels like a Friday night in some ways.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 11:51am PT
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The last bastion that asked that question ended up in the Trophy Room Bar, now known as Miller's Reinero's.
Have you Ronged anyone today?
Two Rons walked out of the Trophy Room.
One asked, "Which way do we go?"
They started arguing, leading to the conclusion two which you may eventually come to.
Prep school is not grammar school.
Many preps look like big bastions.
They are inhabited largely by Little Lord Bastions.
They are headed for the wall, dontcha know.
If I were the last bastion, would I inherit the wind?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 01:13pm PT
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"Good night! Say grace, Dale! We're all starving here. Please."
Grace: simple elegance or refinement of movement/finesse/poise/elegance
Leaving It Up To You
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foAw6uyNhfY
Stop & Think It Over
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_pVBhPzwTc
Bad Luck
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlVAdx24B10
Love Is Strange
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYFCc9NX7Tw
"Oh, Grace, how do you call me?"
"Dear Sir?"
"Oh, baby!"
A nice warm western greeting for Grace and Dale, ladies first.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Love is strange. Gee, it's so wonderful. Call my name. I'll break into a sweet sweet sweat, Sweatheart.
American Bandstand was the last bastion of rock civility.
Ask yourself,
"What direction is down when it’s all up to you?"
What happened to Spearmint? I'm not "Cert-ain." Or was that Doublemint? Is it live or is it Memorex?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 17, 2014 - 03:03pm PT
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Interesting that you'd put up that song, Michele's favoritie
but Mickey & Silvia
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Run and get a bucket
Get the baby some beer
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 17, 2014 - 03:50pm PT
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hey there say, feralfae, thank you for the wishes!
ATTENTION ALL, AND NOTE--NEEBEE taking up flame-space here... you may scroll by, if
one needs to... :)
YES--had a good important dream, actually, i reckon all the flames will like it to:
as, they have walked many trails... the taco climber, would like it too, but it does not need a thread, :)) they will find it here:
dream was:
back in the old 'house situation' (houses, in my dreams, always stand for situations, whether past, transitional, or present or future...
well, was trying to make the 'most of it' tacking up nice pictures, etc, on the wall, but the wall was 'weak' in this area... why, i wonder?? so then, as it breaks open, i see that there is another room:
(which always means, in my dreams, 'something being revealed that i was not aware of) ... well, man oh man, there sat:
in the midst of the thinner, long dark hollowed out wall, a hidden room... and there was a wild cat and some bugs, running along the wall, but more serious was: a sullen forlorn thin older man, who SAT hidden in the darkness...
(men, woman, children, etc, always mean 'an active or future/past active part of a situation) --well, i was WORRIED to see this! having it hidden there, and how could he have gotten in? so, i got my (now ex) who was always the one that checked on 'technical' house fixes, though only in emergencies... well, he checked all the doors, and all the locks were fine, and he then, at my insistence, went in to see how he got there...
(this is important, as, my now ex, never wanted to solve emotional things--not to speak bad of him, but to make the point of the dream--i was determined to find out what the 'danger' was, even if i had to get someone's help, even if that someone had no clue or desire)(a good fix, is a good 'fasting' we may not have a 'stomach desire to do' but if we push for it, we get the clues...
well, the 'sullen man' said he got in through the garage (as do cats, bugs, etc) and thus, that is an open door from garage to house, that don't watch over much--at times (not always, but at times)...
so then, the 'man' had to leave, and did without a scabble--due to the 'fix' (which i personally feel was the 'fasting')...
and later, folks on the street found that the 'man' had through his own self, died off, on the street...
that 'man' --being the feeling of HOPELESSNESS AND DEEP FORLORNNESS, at being able to DO anything, :(
that is how i felt about my daddy... and, i am always so upbeat, which i LEARNED TO BE from my folks, and from god, after all the bad situations in my marriage...
wow, and oh my! i had found a hidden room of hopelessness!!!!
and it was FOUND now, in my dream and i felt so free from it!!
pretty neat, huh, feralfae! and there you have it!!
i DID HAVE SWEET DREAMS... WELL, they were odd and mysterious for a few minutes, 'til i solved it when the 'man' was out...
oddly enough, the folks that found the man were very shocked that anyone could be free from his 'presence' once he HOLES up and hides...
and this man, was fairly old--which GOES TO SHOW:
hopelessness...
dispare...
forlorness...
excessive sorrow...
worries...
fears...
can grow over the years and get really established and hard to ever be free of--it sure is good, as we check our lives, daily, and get these
roots out...
i never had been feeling hopeless about my folks, before...
as we all know: they are there since our childhood... and we trust that they are well...
well, us older folks now, are in this precarious positions where:
someday they will not be...
not knowing if it was near the end, for my daddy, was very hopeless and a forlorn thing on my heart... :(
the fasting was not to FIX me though... it was for to help in back, for all the help that he gave me...
and--thanks to god, for his birthday, he was more alert and got to see many of our family...
i hope this help bring him to healing, i hope and pray so much...
i also, had a dream about rescuing a rabbit, oddly, one that folks though was not having a chance... and someone had just abandoned a rabbit, here in our local town...
i like to hope, though i won't know until later, that my daddy, the rabbit, in this case, will not be abandoned, and will have more time with us...
only god knows... and for each day that my daddy feels better, i am not forlorn, anymore...
wow, mouse:
did i FLAME UP your flames?
hope not too bad, but, special farelfae hoped for good dreams, :))
and:
i DO remember all the post that you 'spilled from heart' when your
boomer died...
so this i my spill, today...
perhaps from your fast, as well,
climbers work AS A TEAM...
AS WELL as good ranchers...
:)
thanks for letting me 'climb through here' today...
i am on a nice wide solid ledge, at the moment,
and surveying the vast meadows, and will hope to
work the trail downward, to see the meadow in a close-up
view next, as thing for my daddy start to grow well...
it is in the doctors hands, and in god's hands, and that
is the update... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 17, 2014 - 06:53pm PT
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O! Big Daddy, may the Flames burn in the Campfire
If the Nakedness of our City is not revealed.
Lo! Flames Mama, may the Dreamcatchers you hire
Stay alert, so we can awake fully healed.
I recall this conversation.
I think I had the same kind of dream.
But I only woke after my nap just now,
Thinking, like we sometimes do.
It's best not to think, just to do,
But without studying "the dream"
You should not. This is the job of the shaman.
The wise woman knows to trust the shaman.
He will teach her over her lifetime.
She has the key to sleep.
He has the key to understanding.
They are a team of local scientists,
Making a study, checking it out,
Making our city a better place to live in.
Maybe I had the dream in Birmingham.
Maybe it was about SF, Boston, Denver or Seattle.
National City? Muskegon? Chico?
I don't know. I forgot to write it down
And now can't remember it.
This is like wakening a second time.
Like two sunrises on the same trip out the front window of the bus.
For neebee, a big string of plus signs
Minus the postage, which is zero, so there you have it, folks:
The Flames version of the parallelograph.
Brought to you by Three Brothers and Sisterss Coffee and Donuts Company.
Keep on dunking, Mr. Jones,
In spite of the full court press,
Your team mates just sacrificed the Queen's bishop
And you are now on the way to victory.
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