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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... :)
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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shogun.Showed up. Sho 'nuf.
Mamma Mathis had heart problems, surgery, much better.
We hung out on the Moussolini balcony, he had to play Hitler.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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School's out for spring. Let's go climb somethin.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Apparently no scores were kept in the great bowl off?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moosie bought me a brew at the Facelift in South October. Thanks. But... I must take issue here, editorially, with Mr. Moosedrool.
Andrezej sez, in the appreciation thread for Mr. this just in that he is figuratively buying him a round of beer, and the one he apparently suggests is this horrible-tasting bile-icious brew that makes me want to spew.
I had one half of one glass,
Asked the tapster for an Angry Orchard
Felt my poor old tongue had been tortured.
How can you think
Anyone would drink
Lagunnadie-tas?
I'm just askin,
I'm not sayin,
I'm just prayin
that this just in
don't drink that sin
of a brew from the toilet.
I hate to think what "the little something extra" might be.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Bowl-offs? Bowl-offs?
I sat at the end of the bar in Reinero's on Sunday for the game. I had it all to myself just before the game started, when in walked a bearded man my age, dressed casually, and a younger man accompanied him.
The other end was local white ranchers, clustered.
The center of the bar and the wall of small tables formed an alley that led back to the restaurant and it was packed with Mexican low-riders on a party-down and fiesta con cerveza. James, el Jefe, a stylish youn gent, bought me a beer much later, which cheered me up when the Broncos took the loss. Thanks, Jaime.
As to the two gents who parked themselves next to me, it took me a bit of eavesdropping to learn it was my old swimming team mate, Bill Halpin, the dude who got tossed for long hair in '66 but came back to help the Merced Bears team to a two-way tie in the post-season swimming contests up and down the Valley.
Bill is a father of four, has had a successful career as a women's water polo coach, HS & JC level, as well as a splendid career as a backstroke specialist.
--PATRICK SAWYER HE AND THE ACCLAIMED COACH FROM ACALANES HS WERE BEST FRIENDS back in their day BTW.
He laid out proposition bets that he was explaining to his son-in-law, named Ryan, and it was an interesting way to bet. Not the outcome of the game, but lots of silly side bets can add up quick if you are right.
The coin toss. We called it. Everyone was aware of his luck shortly, as well, when the first pass by Manning was a completion. Bill was two hundred ahead in minutes. He had bet three times before in the past on the coin toss, losing each one. Vindication, out of the hole, so to speak, because he had bet also on the likelihood of Peyton's team being behind by at least two points at the half. The safety on the first play was like candy for him.
Bill could not lose. He won every single bet.
We had not met since I left high school except for the odd hello there around town and in the bookstore. It was real pleasant to have made this connection.
It's very odd, too, that it came on the day following my first effort at participation in city government.
I attended this meeting on Saturday a.m. at City Hall, across from the Tioga. I figured that since my fellow art lover, Kevin, who pushes the Merced Art Hop and runs the BS Computer shop, recommended I attend, that I would. It opened my eyes.
I had friends here. There was Peter, who failed in his recent bid for election to the council. There was Tony Dossetti, former C of the Merced Police, and his new counterpart, Chief Andrade, who I met for the first time. And Cliff, the owner of the building which houses the used bookstore where I worked and both he and Peter were members of my Explorer Post 98, the Miscreance Squad, made up of Poswhats, NSRA, the Poontangers, and the Key Club clique from North Campus. A number of others said hello to me. They have seen me dogging them on the street at parades, gatherings, and just having a conversation at Coffee Bandits.
The items on the agenda concerned growth and traffic and who gets funding and lots of things germane to running a mid-sized town with a moderate budget.
It seems that I need to become more involved here in Merced. I like the place and am settled in. I'm going nowhere else to live.
It was a very good week, all in all.
In fact, the whole month was good.
All is well, I'm happy as hell, even glad, to be sick, because I'm still alive.
In the end, it's all you need. Love is a big bonus. Thanks to my friends.
And the community who has taught me to help love myself.
Serious as a heart attack,
Mouse, wherever
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I know it's not a moose, it's not a mouse, it's a selfie.
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