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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I couldn't lift you. ARE YOU CRAZY?
I'd try, though, if you ever did need a real lift, not a fake wrestling move that looks great for the camera.
We need a new buddy pic big time.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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My mom's COPD was quite clearly brought on by years of cigarette smoking. It was way glamorous back in the old days. She eventually quit, but the damage was done.
Those inhalers (I have to look up the names) actually seemed to help her breathing quite a bit.
It's not comforting when the doctors can't agree. Really annoying is when the heart guy says what are you here for, you've got lung problems and vice versa.
Get a third opinion? Did you smoke? Well, we all know you were smokin', but did you actually inhale?
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, mouse... oh my...
remember me, dial up? ;)
hope you were just teasing about this, after i shared about the
really NEAT--yep, really neat building pics:
The rest are chopped liver, I know...
I try.
:)
i really just can't see the pics here... some show and some don't...
or say:
did you actually have a nice plate of chopped liver there?
my cats love chopped chicken liver and it is very cheap, :)
say, also, i ACTUALLY HAVE A CAR post...
for you... and a question...
will post it later, when i can scan it...
thought you all would enjoy, it...
an old timer, it is, :)
ooops, edit:
forgot... my mom and i love old buildings... especially barns, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hiya, and yep, it was a joke, and no, I have no liver, just some CARboNARa sauce.
I used to work at the RED BARN in El Cerrito, cooking chicken and flipping burgers for the Big Barneys.
I may have to look in my Binders of Barn Doors and Hay Lofts.
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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MOUSE!!!!! If I have to haul my a&& across the country and kick yours, I will. You can be damn sure about that. I have to read about you being in the hospital here? OOOOOO! I could just stomp my foot.
Consider this a good cyber shake of your shoulders and a bucket of cold water over your head.
"But I'm not dead yet!"
Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!!!
Kick something. Get mad. Then get back about your business being the wonderful person that you are. The muppet is looking forward to seeing you in September!
Do we understand each other?
XOXOXO
Aud
P.S. Lay off the alcohol until you're done with your antiBs so they can do their thing. Off soapbox.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Yes, Auntie. That's a long reach to this morning, when I have just taken my last AB. TOO LATE! IT's TOO LATE BABY. JIM CROCE DIED IN ORLANDO AT DAWN.
Tell THE little miss C that THE MFM wants to hug her hard and say
"Welcome back to Californ-eye-yay
And to Yosemitay.
I Can't wait to play!
Your are now ON BELAY."
The little mouse laughed, you bet, to see such a show of affection.
As for you, you child of the seventies, what year did this all start, this power-trippin' on yer elders?
Jeez, Edith...
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The night Dixie drove down was the night gypsies, tramps and thieves, acting all sweet and innocent, like Donny Osmond, say, pulled their love out and if you could read my mind (it don't come easy) the sweet city woman, if not for you, would tell me that you are knocking Maggie May.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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As if enough isn't a lot.
On or offs my head
I'm usually not in my bed
But out and about
I need to relax
So as soon as I gets backs
From the Bistro After Five
I gots ta put up with this JIVE!!!!
The left channel on these old speakers just the hell stopped and now I must use this as an excuse to go to the mall or Walmart today and find a new pair.
It's like Tad said once
His and my and now our little joke
Tad spoke
Mo' money is always nice,
Mr. Mice,
But only Mo is always nice to me
Even when I blunder
And so is it any wonder that when I'm away
It's really not to say
Something inappropriate here
So shut the heck up
And take yer Auntie's Biotic skill
Realize yer not over the hill
But still
She's a woman
A deductively, secuctively Purplebee Woman, fer sure,
But she's automatically RIGHT!
So much on my head,
But still I have no helmet.
What, oh what, I wonder, Helmut,
Will my dear young Aunt eSay say there, eh?
Well, if he were an eSay
and u, say, were a norski
the way to the sauerkraut
lies over the yawn wall in Germany, Bill
No, dear know-it-all, not that Bill.! Hah! GOTTCHAH!
--such sport the little dog laughs and morphs into a white husky bitch--
Bill Germany, MGR. Yosemite Lodge, YP&CCMFR, 1968 era
NUMBER TEN in the Mountain Magazine Mountain Moguls contest, early seventies. Grossman never heard of that series of Ken Wilson non-issues with which he was not informed of by the various pack of loser dirtbags reporting back in sporadic bits here and there and you never knew back then who would be next in the Camp 4/YV mix of reportage that appeared in the front of the mag, meaning innuendo was out, fun reminiscences, right out, we're only interested in hard climbing and it has to be new and it would help to know who the hell this guy is this month.
Nawmean?[Click to View YouTube Video]"D'You Know What I Mean?"
Fer sure, Reilley don't know. He can't spell his own name reight and never uses his rSytax correctly.
DUMBER than STupid over there. Wake up & go to bed, T Hocking. It's all about purity of the tent, right. That's right, Tad.
Say Good Night, DWAIN, wherever you are.
G'night, Scully. I should never publish that Facelife fauxto. It's not you. You were never there, and that wasn't John Boy tucking you into Afghanistan, that was the USMC. They need a few good men like you, my brother. I'm glad you have lived thru that nightmare.
As for you, Bill Germany, I love that you were still around in the DELUGES, during The HUNDRED YEARS FLOOD.
Irritating as it is to Think I'm NOT ANY Different From You, which is herewith shown, after having reviled you and Curry for all these years stretching back to the late sixties when you managed the Lodge and NOBODY likes the Lodge Manager is rule number one in the coffee shop then,
pause for breath, puff, wheeze...
it's nice to know and to be able to report that you responded the way that you did in the disaster.
So, thanks. If you are still kickin' and maybe kickin' it, my question is this:
"Where have all the old Curry execs and officials gone and who besides me cares?"
The LA Times?
http://articles.latimes.com/1997-01-18/news/mn-19902_1_yosemite-village/3
"If you're thinking about this event as some kind of John Muir deal where blessed solitude finally returns to Yosemite, forget it," said Bill Germany, director of hospitality under Fraker. "What it was really like was standing in two feet of freezing water full of raw sewage in 35-degree temperatures filling sandbags all night long."
Nearly 1,000 people, from ski instructors to store clerks, have been laid off. At least 300 lost their household possessions to the rising waters. Yosemite Concession Services says it is losing nearly $150,000 in gross revenue each day the park is closed. For surrounding communities, the losses quickly mount into the millions.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Millions of stories in the Naked Campground.
Then the dawn.
Some are not really naked, but hiding out there still.
The Flames needs some good stories in here about trips through the valley to Yosemite. One or two epics, like, some story about trying to hitch to the Ditch, dig?
"Kerouackina", darling, there I said it. Happy? I love you, wherever you are.
Sorry about the roll of Charmin.My ramblin' girl, her latest offering is How to Act Like Your Favorite Author, is being edited right now and maybe they's gonna realize who the real Road Righter really is and why the sun's gonna shine in my Back Door to Bakersfield guide book series--thre is a lot there, mostly space, but a lot, too, too!
She's so excited. I know I like it.
Here, not there, in semi-symbolic form and by doubling the exposure, are those who fear fear in the present day and have no fear of the past because it is past and shouldn't come back to haunt you but it always seems to now donut?
"If I had a hammer, I'd break the looking glass, Sunshine, softly I would turn and beat it till it's dead, splintered into a thousand tales of Fresno nights and DAYS spent trying to get out of Paradise, aka Bumvuck Camp."--a lady ranger who took some kool-aid one day and became temporarily disoriented, shall I say, not realizing, U NO...
Maia was a maniac,
Gaia was a gargoil
They began to wrestle
In front of Minnie Pearl
The hits kept coming and she started humming
And came up with a country western song
She took it all the way to Bakersfield
Made some money, blew it,
Came back to dirtbag in Camp 4
Her name was not Susan,
but it's a good name
and more Susans are present here than is normal there in SCGoatLandia.
So what's new with you, Sue?
Somethin' I'd really like to do
Hit you with my rhyming stick
Right between your Betty Davis eyes
Which might elicit dull surprise
Eric, I'm takin' care of you soon, with my Super Bowl winnings on my outrageous bets. So...
It's nearly time to say good night. But today is not the day to sleep.
And I need to get on the way to Walmart. It's a long walk.
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"Here Comes the Sun" is one of Harrison's best-known Beatles contributions alongside "Something" and "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". The year 1969 was difficult for Harrison: he had quit the band temporarily, he was arrested for marijuana possession, and he had his tonsils removed.
Harrison stated in his autobiography, I, Me, Mine:
"Here Comes the Sun" was written at the time when Apple was getting like school, where we had to go and be businessmen: 'Sign this' and 'sign that'. Anyway, it seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it. So one day I decided I was going to sag off Apple and I went over to Eric Clapton's house. The relief of not having to go see all those dopey accountants was wonderful, and I walked around the garden with one of Eric's acoustic guitars and wrote "Here Comes the Sun".--Wikipedia
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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How to dress like your temporarily-favourite author, Lyon Eisley.Ne'er known to have drinked up and driven,
Always known for his scriving and jiving.when all drunks are dead, all will be dead drunk danes
--Mistah Cholly Choss of Osselough
http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/0115.htm
That's right. Walmart. Open. Open. Open.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Please do the same, on yer game early, I'm out the door surely.
Drink my coffee, scratch my head. Find a bus, not into bed.
Manning BATTLE STATIONS.
New Jersey Attacked Again!
Heavy bombers dropped tons of H.E. on outer Baltimore Harbor, this morning...They are reported to be Japanese Beatle imitations. 'the needle done damage. u owe me punk.'--bookowlski
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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I guess alot of this all goes back to that fateful meeting (of the minds) at The Partisan.
So anyway, looking back - though some advise not to.
It has recently come to my attention (achtung!) that in addition to having a friend who goes by "mouse of merced" (yeah, I know I skipped a verse), I in fact went to school with Jose Jiminez. I actually went to school with all these young dudes, but hell, how many of them became astronauts. Did I?
The mouse doesn't make an appearance till 4:38, feel free to FF.
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Once in a while you gotta sum up ST:
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LilaBiene
Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
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Just protecting my assets, Mouse. Yer one of 'em. Put 'cher hackles down. Sheesh.
Not for nothing, but I'd expect no less than the same threatened bucket of cold water and a&& kicking from you.
Lest you forget, I have no concept of time. Or age. Or direction. But I do have a keen emotional sense, and correct me if I'm WRONG, but your shoulders needed a good shake! You scared me!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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That about sums it up Marlow.
Reporting from Kurrikka and Jalasjärvi.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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hey there say, lilabiene... he just about scared me too,
good for you! mice need the ol' fresh breeze shaken into their nest:
good stimulation...
:)
you got him in the more physical shout-the-battle-cry... and i emailed
him, with the push of a spiritual-battle-cry... so there now:
mouse is covered by all bases:
the homefront: desire, start to first base
first base: the doc's meds
second base and third base: me or you, not sure waved him in to which one
homerun: the open door--and mouse will 'run some more'...
need some homers, mouse... ;)
each point and each day, adds up a great score for all of us that love you!
little muppet kids and neices, double the score, too, :)
sending out a small thank you note, tomorrow, :)
happy good eve... i MUST reach some more chore goals, here t'home...
man oh man:
try saying THAT fast, a few times in a row :O
'chore goals'
hmmm, does it turn into 'gerbils' then? :O
ohmy, i got enough critters here,as it is...
or--perhaps it turns into 'chuckles'... we DO need some laughs, where
chores are concerned, good attitudes = chores well done...
and:
before you think it --no no no, we do not want gerbils well-done, ;)
(as in, too much sun)...
now, chuck'holes, well done, ARE okay, perhaps...
why, the ol' GERBIL will be glad for it, LONG as it is in a
DIRT ROAD mind you--he MUST get a chance to TUNNEL for safe lodgings
and shade...
as, MADE IT! ... or--has it MADE IN THE SHADE... ;)
now, HMM, where was i??
oh yeah, chore-goals... ;)
okay, THAT ought to keep you busy for a while...
see you all later, :)
edit:
oh my... side tracked:
chor-goals, again:
charcoals... say, is it time to grill chicken livers, perhaps...
(i think first chore, is--i better feed the cats and pupdog)
oh my...
ps:
oh--still got a neat car to show here, soon, for the flames,
don't know the name of it, but you all will know... :)
edit:
as to this audry! yes!
Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was a participant.
Jose was a participant.
We were just two of the participants.
And, truthfully, we all wore underpants.
I was underage, yet in spite of that, I was an officer.
I was Capt. Underpants.
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