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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:14pm PT
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If it's on a stick, it still may be kosher. God doesn't do kosher dills, though.
More of a taste for Polski wyrob.http://www.food.com/bb/viewtopic.zsp?t=275168
Pickles.
Sun of Ray on a stick.He loved these melon balls de saucisse on a steek. When Martha S came here during the holidays, this is what I served and she raised her eyebrows. She actually burped!
Now that the holidays are long past, speaking of them, the cookie mice are nice and secure and not liable to get into mischief--they even tried ot ransom Melanie, the ding-a-lings. BUT, I regret to say, Lilabiene and THE Muppet have made their escape, their "bird," and have flown the coop.
We are waiting and waiting and waiting, but no word, no clue, nada.
So I had to build a better mouse trap, and now I have space for that nice window seat that Martha suggested.
So last night's freaky dream was totally black. I remember nothing. I slept for A CHANGE on the top bunk, on a thick foam pad that I kept from the car, where it was used on road trips. I also slept beneathe the Queen's HandieWork, this expensive and delicate and bright dreamcatcher.
Taken from the rear of Red Roadent and placed high above my bunkbed,
at least two feet higher than the top bunk, in the rarefied and warm air.
There, pix dust condenses thought around each particle, they get heavy, and fall--
somewhere over the bunkbed
which is protected
from badness
and madness
and contributes to all
by making my head rest.
O! no
more for us wakefulness,
the blest feathery caress of a vamp named seeleene,
AKA HandMade Goodness.
It was magic like you don't expect:
This is longer than I've ever slept
In sixteen or seventeen months
At one time
In one go.
WE NO
neebee's work is the reason.
We mice slept!!
And rose to counsel the wizard in the penthouse.
It was rousing to go and say
I understand
It's otay
To feel the way you do, stupid American veteran.
That's the best story I've heard today
And I can only say
NO MAS
The store's closed, the vault is shut, locked, and glued.
Stick it.
Where don't the moon shine still?--Roget Miller
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 01:36pm PT
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Fire away, Harpo.
You're on Oprah next.
U NO what Oprah gonna say?[Click to View YouTube Video]"Watch this good footage from MY SPECIAL FRIEND."
(Pay attention at 2:30 and keep the fire extinguisher at hand if you try this at home; and can you tell me how it is that one woman can have only SPECIAL friends, not just quotidian pals?)
Martha really killed me when she asked for some more. She isn't all that, you know...
She said she'd come back when her time allowed and I got another ride.We'll see about that.
[Click to View YouTube Video]JUST ONE COUNTRY SONG, MICK! PLEASE CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE?
They ain't country, they ain't rock, they're the STones.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 03:33pm PT
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You wouldn;t have thought he was Mexican, necessarily, but he's from Dember. In the book, Centennial by Michener, chicano workers come to harvest beets and they stay in "Dember," some of them, forsaking Mexico, becoming low-riders and rock climbers.
O! how I love the orange and blue
And Peyton will cut your balls off with the pass.
No more TeeBowing!
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical adventure
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Jan 23, 2014 - 03:47pm PT
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Of corset's only a paper rose
oowwwwwooowwwwhh
nice pun, Mouse sir.
feralfae
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 23, 2014 - 04:18pm PT
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Meanwhile, in Naked City, the town too small not to have hot gossip,
the story of the Group formerly known as El Olio Woloff unfolds and duplicates
and the current favorites in the Merced scene are the incarnation known as Ahwahnichi,
or "Yow-Semite-Dwellers," loosely,
based on Talmudic references, the only ones I have available.
I could essay a pun on why I was robbed, but they'd run me out of El Taco on a stick.The band is the work of the writer of the group, RC, who told me that he doesn't write "songs" so much as he scores music.
This would make it like the Mahavishnu, only with local talent playing under the name of Ahwahnichi. I've not heard them, they played last Saturday, the night of the Merced Art Hop, and I may hear them at the Partisan in a little bit, and for lots fewer dineros. I can spend that extra at Reinero's.
While photographing sparrows, I found a dove and a jay.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 01:39am PT
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Toad tripping, Tad.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Bus ride up the valley.
Meet-up at the good old Redding bust depot.
I'll likely just be sitting, waiting, waiting, waiting...working on my laptop...
or playing one of the machines in the arcade,
preferably the one they had in the lobby in the fifties that I got good on,
but that's not too likely.
Say around the first week in February. We can find sumthin' to do fun if the weather's not stable.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 02:21am PT
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Flame on, my esteemed fraternizer, Mr. T.
O! silly civility
My country tis of thee
So gimme five
Land where our fathers lied
All night longthey cried
A horse on you
Rolling the dice they played
Coming home they delayed
The Boss got vexed
Ship, captain, crew went down
No more nights on the town
We shore screw up
But there's the Nalgene, son,
Let's have another one
I'm awful dry
Do you know cribbage?
One refusal?
What say?
I propose the thurs or fri of that week, the 6th or 7th, crag on sat, we can talk about where to go, as in Pig Bird Cliffs.
FA's and the 2nd ascent of a Robbins,
Fitschen,Roper route at Pigeon Cliffs.
email me with the decision.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Jan 24, 2014 - 04:09am PT
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hey there, say, mouse...
gulp! i mean, GLUP:
well, how about that, there is 'ANOTHER MOUSE'
*of course there is... hords of them, at your place, thanks to christmas time, and lots out in the fields, and then:
there is is micky and minnie...
were, just saw another MOUSE, tonight... well, ONLY HEARD TELL, have no clue who it is, but he/she must love cards, :))
http://www.pagat.com/invented/glup_pinochle.html
:))
night now... been waiting for my mom to call, as to the newer condition of my daddy... has a trech now, are waiting to see how it goes...
hoping he can talk, but he may be too weak, :(
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 04:57am PT
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Here is where we break to dance break-style like the USA.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm trying to thinking fast, as they might could say in Asian-born English.
Shut my mouth.
What they say here
when dancing crafters come a-commenting
on the conditions of their loved daddies
I dont know, to tell the truth.
I'm glad you did and thanks for that update.
I'm jabbering, but I'm also bereft of words at your trial, neebee.
Less said is enough said.
More is less, er, the opposite.
Or the reverse?
Let's ask Bud. Better yet, let's ask a Sherpa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]May 29, 1953 +/-, Asia.
I'm not intentionally making a pun on your dad's trake, is it? Not at all!!
I know, "Cheer up! Hear is a poem to be here for you on behave yourself."
Maria Spratford
“A Dancer’s Prayer”
Dear Angel, ever at my side.
Be there today, my feet to guide.
Help me dance high, and light, and free,
So everyone will be proud of me.
May the judges be fair and the stages be spacious.
In winning and losing, let me be gracious,
So that every dance I'll remember with pride.
And angel, please keep my shoelaces tied!
I'm still tongue-tied, myself.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 24, 2014 - 05:33am PT
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Fate is fickle-fingered. It is also fickle-toed, speaking of climbing shoes.
Toe-jam football comes to mind...are ya ready?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
BROMIDROSIS or stinkfoot
Frank Zappa Y los Madres
In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
(Water)
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
(Mornin')
By yer radio
(Radio!)
Do the walls close in t'suffocate ya
You ain't got no friends . . .
An' all the others: they hate ya
Does the life you been leadin' gotta go?
Well, let me straighten you out
About a little Russian restaurant I know . . .
(Get yer shoes 'n socks on people, it's right aroun' the corner!)
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases
Out through the night
An' the whisperin' breezes
To the place where they keep
The Imaginary Diseases . . .
Now scientists call this disease Bromidrosis
(That's right!)
And well they should
Even Napoleon knows that
But us regular folks
Who might wear a tennis shoe
Or an occasional python boot
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of:
STINK FOOT
Y'know, my python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, an' now it's July
I finally got it off
An' my girl-friend cry
"You got STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT, darlin'
Your STINK FOOT puts a hurt on my nose!
STINK FOOT! STINK FOOT! I ain't lyin',
Can you rinse it off, d'you suppose?"
Here Fido . . . Fido . . .
Here Fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy
Yes, that's a good dog! Yes!
"Arf, arf, arf!"
[crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump]
Sick . . .
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
We have a song for you about flying saucers
This song is going to be sung for you by George
And the name of the song is Inca Roads
MONKEYTOESIS vs BROMIDROSIUS...greatest Glade-itorial contest of all time!
http://www.gibraltarinfo.gi/gibraltar-apes.aspx
[Click to View YouTube Video]
The point here is this: some things never are understood, only a nodding acquaintance is really necessary in most situations, but this is vastly interesting to climbers and it ought to be understood that not all are created more equal than others when it comes to climbing and throwing hardballs and swimming and in reaching for a brass ring on a carousel.
I'm jabbering like a macaque with a little baby...
APE INDEX Ah, at last, the seemingly fickle finger/toe of heredity
and moving over stone.
http://jfrehab.blogspot.com/2012_10_01_archive.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Jan 24, 2014 - 01:44pm PT
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Man, go away for a couple days and then have to play catch-up.
Chunga's Revenge.
Everywhere you look, you sea Chunga, unless, of course, you're dead.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 07:08pm PT
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feralfae,
Thank you for the postcard.
I had a good mail day today aside from that lovely Egyptian scene.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 09:43pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 09:55pm PT
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MRE, appreciated. Vastly. Warm fuzzied I am.
Mountains.Wind.[Click to View YouTube Video]Fragrant earth.
Christopher Viney photos in the Multicultural Arts Center, across from Middle Earth, on display for a time.
http://www.artsmerced.org/exhibits
I love photographing photographs.
This was four times as good as usual.
"ARE YOU COLOR-BLIND as well as STUPID?! That was the HAUL line, Idoit! I said pull RED!"
Yust fer YoostDerMaid, yah.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 10:54pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 11:02pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]The clouds are an illusion. No rain. No change.
Laugh. Dance. No sweat, eh?[Click to View YouTube Video]Rain rain rain.
[Click to View YouTube Video]All I recall
Of Frankie Laine personally
Is North Shore
Lake Tahoe 1950s
Had a "night club"
The folks, Boomer & Bobbye and Nana & Grandad,
Took the grandfolks' new Rambler Ambassador
To see and hear this lounge lizard.
They engaged a babysitter
who skeezed all winter
and played and sat
alternately
in the off-season.
She was named Betty.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankie_Laine
Lane changes on the Flames occur randomly.
Drive carefully and watch the "speed limit."
There is none, sorry.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jan 25, 2014 - 11:34pm PT
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For WBraun, just because I like you and you are striggy like a frong.
For Barbarian, who is going through some attitude adjustment due to back probs. My sympathy. reedee racing looks like a gas. An electric gas, but fun is fun is fun.Back home, the paint is dryin' and no one to watch.[Click to View YouTube Video]Flat track, no air. Kinda dull fun. Like some climbs. But fun is fun is fun.
Have fun, Old Grey Beardee, no matter what.
Bored people are so sad.
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