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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2016 - 09:22am PT
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Eye queue test.
Which does not belong in this group?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2016 - 09:30am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2016 - 09:34am PT
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"Home on the Range" is a classic western song, sometimes called the "unofficial anthem" of the American West. The lyrics were originally written by Dr. Brewster M. Higley of Smith County, Kansas in a poem entitled "My Western Home" in the early 1870s. In 1947, it became the state song of the American state of Kansas.
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Where's Dingus' cow?
Home on the Barbie.
And this is the best we can do to counter the grayness of a day like today, I suppose.
It's rained steadily since midnight.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 31, 2016 - 10:11am PT
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At the moment for the moment
I'm swimming in the all together,
all to gather what's left after this flooding,
The de-regular, of the day ~ if the old pipes burst the night before Phenomenon . .?
Dodging bigger
and then all clusters,
floating from
others who have said something, that I liked,
Or said it well . .
Several hundred posts
one or two fro z, & UAnd many others....
Thnx well said
So in another past and better left so past thread, but it was At that same moment, about a then removed posted thread....we were all back and forth about all of the same old stuff.
back after a tasteless response to a mountain climbing person's
accidental death while,
seen by some as in- bounds gallows or dark, humor ...
others felt the empathy of any and all , was as the year was ending, elisiting
clear well worded responses
although now that hi has been said
I was ankle deep looking at the black murk of at least four foot deep filled basement ,
the river is called the Passic it has gone clean and green
Since the 70s
but this is not just river Water
Both mete pho and real dodgy dodo,
in mediocrity & metaphorically ~ a window into life ~ shjt happens....
this is the down side. . .
as into every shjt show there is . . . Some.
All this work then is the;
Down side that avaials the boredom and sloth of all the rest of the time.
Time to bring contrast, try to see why I saw some thing in thirty shots of the same rock or all those clouds that spoke to me
or
Where are the tears from ?
- from, if you will,
Neck strain ? Yikes I'm un and out again the dark snow shots one with cane and
A buttress I call and mark RAMAKIN, look for a white dot
(an un-broken ramekin; small round restaurant kitchen dishware)
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Jan 31, 2016 - 10:38am PT
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The Cost of Doing Living
We work hard for our living
A scrimping and a saving
For a requirement they say
The pittance of a fortune
To rest upon our laurels
And enjoy retirement some day
Wether it come to pass
Whatever the case may be
Money that we try to keep
Is oft' times took away
In truth it has no value
To hear this you might weep
For truth be told I'm sorry
But after we are gone
Money will have no worth
Its value would be the same to us
For well after we die
And long before our birth
But regarding all the living
And society as a whole
If you weigh the give and take
If something is a burden
Would a deficit it make?
An injustice for our sake
But what of social debt?
To the future and the past
For wars caused by all sides
For lives that become forfeit
For liberty or oppression
Who owes and who decides?
And owing to the future
How do we pay our kids?
For a planet we have spoiled
And diminished for our kin
Who's suffers for them?
No matter how hard we've toiled
So bemoaning all the cost
Of everything done to someone
Or everything we've earned
Who repays the world?
All our money seems so paltry
And might as well be burned
But we work hard for our living
A scrimping and a saving
So we might retire some day
But in the grander future scheme
When every thing is earned and doled
Could there be a better way?
-bushman
01/31/2016
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 31, 2016 - 10:55am PT
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I'm going to go out on a limb and guess the first rainbow.
I like my Oki Dawgs with mustard and relish.
BTW, from where I sit right now it is 1596 miles to the Alice/Dead Head version of the Las Cuatro restaurant by a route that circumvents Sinoloa, which you really want to do. Remember passports required.
Probably want to plan on a 3-day trip (by car) to enjoy some of the local stuff.
My memory is still working, so here's a couple little postcards from the edge. I think the Spanish word is gato. I do not know how to speak feral in Spanich (an abominaton of 'high' German)..
And a photo Jerry Garcia almost made a tie out of.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2016 - 07:34pm PT
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"I disapproved this photo, but would Mouse listen to a booby? Heck, no!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2016 - 07:48pm PT
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I meant to say that I personally feel that Bushman's poetry is one of the best things to happen to this thread in all its long, tedious career.
Thank you for expressing yourself so imaginatively, Beardo Weirdo.
And now back to our regularly scheduled political commentary.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Jan 31, 2016 - 08:08pm PT
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Mouse? Sir?
I am not political. I am not sure who is running from or to what.
But isn't that stuff you posted recently about blue-footed boobies and Hillary a bit more political
than that to which we are accustomed (indulged) by its absence here?
Jus' askin' :)
Thank you.
ff
You are right, though, that Bushman is a word master.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 31, 2016 - 08:47pm PT
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Speaking of bushbabies, is that an opposable thumb or are you just surprised to see it?
What they are not, of course, are monkeys. They have far more in common with Madagascar’s lemurs. But they are primates. So they count.
They are tiny. At least the Lesser Bushbabies are, weighing in at 150g. They have fingers just like people, with the same rounded fingernails. They have ears like bats, and they are almost as sharp, sensitive enough to track a moth in flight and snatch it from the air. They have large, fluffy tails to help guide them through the air as they jump. And they have big eyes. Ludicrously big eyes. If you scaled their skulls up to human size, their eyes would be as big as footballs. They are so big that they can’t move around in their sockets, so the Bushbaby has to move its head to look around, giving it a peculiar owl-like quality.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 12:29am PT
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feralfae? ma'am?
It is satire, not politicking.
Satire is designed to be funny.
These are funny times.
I make equal fun of all politics, just not all at the same time.
And I, for the most part, keep my cage relatively clean.
I laid waste to the reputations of Mrs. Clinton as well as Messrs. Bernie and Donald on MooseDrewlPearson's column, er, thread, about the Iowa caucus earlier today. I cut none of the candidates any slack, treating all alike. Nobody responded. But the readers saw what I posted and the images are lodged in their brains, regardless.
If I had approved any single candidate, I'd have gotten shown how wrong I was in no time, knowing this crowd.
I don't like the idea that any one candidate gets a better deal because they are "liked" on The Flames. It's certainly a ridiculous idea, anyway, because who pays serious attention to Weirdos? Other weirdos.
If you're here, you're not a weirdo, but once you've posted here, there goes your reputation.
I got to thinkin' it over and I think everyone's afraid of what might happen if so & so's elected later on, and that's otay, but really, what's to worry about?
What will the world think of the good old USA if we elect THAT geek?
Will this or that candidate get us all nuked once elected?
Will the Martians send a vast army of space skunks here if we elect Mumble Jumble as prexy in response to Jumble's repeated remarks about illegal aliens?
Will this dipshyt approve bringing back the NCCS?
Now, THAT is a serious issue and to help us understand the seriousness, here is a "guest editiorial" about that last item in the form of an article from Climbing.
http://www.climbing.com/news/40-years-of-american-rock/
Other than Gnome, we weirdos have been ignoring climbing as a topic, and I feel bad about that. It's what brings us all together "in the first place, after all."
(Is that phrase oxymoronic?}
I was telling a friend that the "Australian ballot," which purports to protect a man's right to vote as he chooses without recrimination from others, particularly political machines and employers, is the best thing about voting in modern democracies.
It seems to me that one forfeits his rights when he bares his choices over the forum of his choice. But does he, in fact? He may want people to THINK that he's voting for Sownso when he's actually gonna double back and vote for Thussenso.
It gets confusing, frankly; and nowhere is there real honest honesty anyway. You can only HOPE that things turn out nicely in the end, no matter what the outcome of an election.
Try to put the Australian ballot into a climbing scenario. It wouldn't be hard, but it's late and I'm willing myself to try to get some zees because I have to go give up some blood in the morning.
In closing, here is a lively little explanation/discussion of the Australian ballot.
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Equal time for another version.
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We have some time left, so here is yet more background on how the Australians do it.
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See you in the funny papers, feralfae.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 12:53am PT
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Welcome to the Flames Show
Welcome to the Flames Show
There's nothing here you have to do
But post or read to your delight
From Mazatlán to Timbuktu
Welcome to the Flames Show
Or unwelcomed as an ornery cuss
Don't check your Czechness at the door
Just leave your tiny black
mustache
If Charley ain't an Adolf
And we don't have to hear your plan
For website domination
Or hoozits in the frying pan
Then welcome to the Flames Show
Where Mizard's runs for mayor
On the hour 'gainst Muster Mouse
And pizza's here for Gnomby's mouth
And everyone gets elected
To speak about their favorite car
Or rodeo or superstar
A rock band or a sweet guitar
There's Felafelfae
And Zebra too
With Melbatoast
And Cozmagoo
With Herbile and Throwbile
Four hobbits and a wraith
When Babooshman's head is in the clouds
The clouds aren't even safe
If there's special guest appearances
From Blibbity Blabitty Bloo
Or Frackazoid McKlinginglozt
Then what else can you do?
So welcome them to the Flames Show
Where anyone can get blue
Where the topic is 'bout everything
Or 'bout absolutely boo
Welcome to the Flames Show
Or takes yerselves a pass
And go out where there's clamming
And stare at someone's ass
Now Welcome to the Flames Show
Where the hour is getting late
The sun will soon be rising
With breakfast on your plate
But if you're ever by here
And would like something to do
Welcome to the Flames Show
To become your own guru
And Welcome to the Flames Show
You can post up Cat Balou
Nothing here's much sacred
No matter what you do
-Babooshman
02/01/2016
Oh wait, Dylan is sacred here, Elvis too...
Elvis who?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 06:35am PT
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^^^Don't you mean "Which Elvis?"
I'd like to dedicate this to Gene, another ST friend with my utmost respect.[Click to View YouTube Video]He's not here much at all, but given more free time, I think he would be a mellow voice of the turtle to whom we ought to give ear.
Good morning, Gene!
And Dingus de Milquetoast, your shots of the Central Valley, bridges, tractors, et al--VERY welcome here, indeed. I am looking forward to meeting you personally one day.
I could say the same of the rest, but you are too numerous to mention or I'm just lazy, which is more likely.
It's the beginning of the February Show, so let's get it started.
Weather check for Merced: 41 degrees and 20 mph wind with gusts. When I awoke at 5:00 the wind was berserk! It has abated quite a lot and I'm hoping for crystal clarity at sunrise.
These images are from late yesterday.
"In concert."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 06:44am PT
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Enjoy your morning, your day, your week, and the rest of it all.
You've probably earned a rest, but we gotta do what we signed on to do.
Right?
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Splat!
See ff face palm!
Thank you Mouse.
I never get satire or sarcasm, more's the pity.
It simply shocked, yes shocked! me to see politicians around the Flames, and I am sure you gave all of the politics an equally rough time, says one weirdo to another. :)
ff
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 08:06am PT
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One of the things The Flames is.
Here's looking at you, kid ff.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2016 - 08:26am PT
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Middle Earth, second door on the left.
The door to Apt. 306, first door on the left in the above photo, was ajar this morning, so I strolled in and there was not one single roach present.
I don't know what that says about me, specifically, and my habits, but I've lived here nearly fifteen years (!), or roughly one fourth of my lifetime, and I expect there is enough grease on the walls of my place to keep the roaches around.
I don't mind them anymore, really. Squeamish is not part of me since I was living in Camp 4 squalor long enough so this is a relative piece of cake: and I'm not trying to impress anyone with my elegant lifestyle, either.
But it was revealing to walk in there and see the Spartan neatness of that model studio (there is gentle music playing all the time on that tape player on the counter top, even. It's turned way low so it doesn't bother me.
Truth time: This Saturday the mgmt. had a plumber up on the roof looking for a clean-out for my bathroom sink. No luck, so he's telling Shelly, the night mgr. that the company will have to hire another plumber, one who has the time and ability to knock the walls in and get the job done no matter what.
I'm not going for it, frankly, and I doubt the company wants to spend that kind of cash on this, but we shall see shortly because I intend to take the matter up this morning rather than go for that blood draw--it's too cold and windy out today and I'd rather just stay here by the fire.
I was right about the clarity of the air with the wind overnight, it happens.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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It's a tire, not the wheel of fortune!
-Lenny (don't call me Robert The) Bruce
Funny? How about how time slips away.
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Got time, got live in ya want it
I really can't put it off another day
Cookoo - at least one flew west
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EDIT:
I do not understand how they missed a Screamin' Jay cameo (even as Doctor Paradox -> reference Dread Zep album - It's Not Unusual -> Jungle Boogie and Disco Inferno (The Flames Long Version)). Note properly nested parentheses. I can thank JSB for that.
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