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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I bought F. P.'s book about S. S. this week at the V. C. in Y. N. P.
It was $V on clearance. How could I resist?
I got Julia's Scrape the Willow Till It Sings for a discount using my Yosemite Conservancey membership, telephone number needed to look you up in their deep, deep files.
I looked up Werner's relatives, just for the heck of it, see, just for shits and giggles, see, and got this crazy man on the phone when I checked the telephone number on the computer here at home, see?
That number's supposed to be unlisted.
WARNING! Not too-seriously, though. It's a paradees at best, something to laugh at as you swill the first SLURP of that wine on Friday night.
[Click to View YouTube Video]What goes for ten thousand seventy-five? [cuz it's all I have on me]
"My name is Secret. What's yours?"--THE Weh, or God
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was on a bus. A tourist. I had a camera. A tourist.
More touristy stuff.
"Chris and I took it over every dirt road near our cabin...We dodged trees to follow old paths, went through foot-deep running water and mud. My mountain goat was equal to every test. We drove the Coulterville Road, built in 1874, and churned up as much dust as any stagecoach. In the Valley, the KM drove like a dream. Deer scattered and people gathered as we sped by about as quickly as a power mower."
--"King Midget Takes the Hill"
Shirley's mother called the wagon the Yellow Peril.
Let's see, a Red Roadent and a Yellow Peril. Sounds a little like a list from a birder's journal...
Nope, it's a Camp 4 Terror Wing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Life at the beach in the DEETCH.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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With the cheeses from young Naz's stashes.
A hole in the wall is just the place to catch a rat.
I'm Dave from Monterey, he's zBrown, from chezBeezeritz, that's Rong de Carson, and Carload.
Jim C. Fang, honey.
How-DEE! meenee the Pearl, behind the bar. Buck ninety-eight, Bozo.
And the ugly dude is Mo Edgar.
He's a SNAG, if ya ask. Don't.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Great photos dawg, I guess we can forgive you an oversight or underthrow from time to time, across the sloping plane. Just the price of dogs running free.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A paper landed on my door
In a mistaken delivery
Must be a Wrong Number, I thought.
And then it dawned on me,
I began to snore,
there was someone rapping
Some dog yapppin at my studio door.
This morning's dream sequence before BaskerVillain woke me to take him for a Walk on the Wild Side.
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Dream Sequence Number Ninety-Four
Turn Widdershins three times
Knock upon your own front door
Then read some more into what is written
"Doh! I shot the marshall, Deputy. I was only funnin', Wyatt."--Straight Hair Lucca, a bravo, a Cowboy
Waterloo was fought a few miles south of Brussels on June 18, 2015.
I went to a movie last night at a multiplex on the high street, PostSome.
Yurok, Son of STone? No, it was something to do with the tiff at Waterloos, Anita.
(( turn the banter-among-men gene on and it's much easier to understand this gibberish, ladies ))
I just woke up to the fact that I destroyed one whole page, the first page, of this post from the ghost of last night's Junior Mints and did not "COPY IT" as a normal GEEK or NERD would have, no, I hit some deleting thingie and there ian't any carbon paper anymore, and Barb STanwhy live no more as well--but that's another naked story--but I believe I can reconsturct from varous clues lying about at random, using the unsung-yet-effective method of makin' sh#t up)
College Avenue try, do or die
A baldering we'll go
Not a pad to be had
Not a chalk bag in sight
It was Friday night,
The one we'll rename Ryan Night.
Jack Ryan saved our country, WantSome.
But I could not save the Draft, UC.
I'm from Merced,
Not Barcelona.
So make one up, STones, just like you always do.
I want to try to throw an idea out at you, WellSome.
We haven't just enough time, yer Loudship.
I'll make time.
I believe we could use a safety meeting, Sir WellDoer.
Well, spike the fireball and brace the hauling line, WellDone.
SToned Partners, equal to the task, they set about reconstructing the set of New Mack Joust's biggest production to date, Mouse Does Chico and the Man Comes After the Woman in the NEW Age of Bad Ass, thus Ending the Age of Aquarianism
Long live the digital camera!
"Film died at eleven thirty, exactly. In black and white, that is absolutely the last time I'm telling you anything. Have a nice drive in that INFINITY. I've seen this movie before, with Kenneth and Emma, long time ago."--North America Wally, svestite and climbing fan overheard in a tete-a-tet with Marx HeadRom in the coffee shop men's
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Movie and a box of candy, then a cold sac sandwich at the Bandits' Hideaway. No wonder.[Click to View YouTube Video]T Hocking gets his REAL money from nefarious government projects (like, say the plan for raising Shasta Dam?--thought I didn't know but I hear things) they require him to burrow like a MOLE into the strata of Redding society and throw massive funds into secret caverns in canyons, up on Tom's Thumb Ricge, while his wife, Mo, played by herself in a cameo in this dream, tosses something off of the SunDial Bridge.
The Friends of Jenet's Fingers salute you, STeve Grossman.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Or is it just CMOD?
Chronic Memorex Obstructive Disease?
It's like CRS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]By way of apologizing for anything I ever put in here to hurt anyone.
Brandon, yer excluded. Got no program, just "this thing" we got "here."
Depend on your own memory ONLY at your own risk, folks. I got holes in my maryjane cloud like a apider's website, like a crock of turdish gentlemen's pocket watches, all picked up on the fields of Les Tres Saintes
It's raining just like we want it, soft, gentle, like a Canterburty Tales dance number.
John Renbourn, from Pentangle? Never hoid o' him.
There are many millions of naked observers in the Naked CALIFORNIA STATE PARKS.
Beware of dropping trousers in public genres. Don't wipe yer hands on yer ass, Tad. Don't wipe yer hands on yer brother's ass, Tad.
I like the casually observed. The thumb Bob bites could be yours, he's pickle that way. zBrown, he is not the Harding Double, is he, made up to look like Bod for some movie no one will watch no where?
Or IS he, she, or it?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Word from the Loges.It's not some Three STooges.
It's in FACT, outrageously adverbial in its use of car scenes, but that's what sells. I have me a Mercedes which once belonged to Janice, the one she took up 120 for that rendezvous with Ferdinand? Roper was there, but never will admit it.
I heard it thru the Grapevine, the California Varietal Grapevine, that is.
Is that such a zin?
So, here's the re-cap of the synopsis of the take of the sell of the come-on of the pitch.
The free opinion of AHoleNineTwoFive, not management disclaiming, etc.
Jack Ryan E-1, Marine Recruit for Heavenly Skeeze & Sneeze, Incline, NV
His uses include trying to obfuscate while Mouse didacts
and to confuse things further, the mice, the horrible Silent Mice from Nevada caves,
confuse things by getting hammered on wine and Percocets.
Opening doors and pulling some strings....
Thousand years, stare, sitting listening to Sting tapes on the old Walkman, these golden years on kayak ponds--The Remakers, a silent/golden production
Tad’s in it
You CAN be in your own dream if you are not there
It’s a fact, Jack
I told Tami in the office she should ask the old man for breakfast and a movie. She suggested Minding My Own Business, but nicley.
There are two bastions of civility. One is here, wonder where the other is?"I'll have some of yer hospitality, rare, miss. I like your hands."
This is not a fishing lure baited with a U NO, it's a tag line waiting to happen.
" I remember you! You're Scott's step-dad! Where have you kept yourself??"
--Another remake in the remaking...or is it reallly good Memorex?
A good review leaves you drooling, unless it's Sterling, MooseDrool.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Heading for some Angry Orchard, a remake of Parody Payday playing at Miller's Reinero's this morning.
i know you don't know that norwegian's ancestors were at their own waterloo
i may die in may on the american
where will may be when when when when
june eighteenth come this year again
and i hope i'm painting strawberry red
on something that wants a good coat of many colors which are carefully striped on
over the candied apple gloss
it's like the finish on that mustang
norwegian has stashed in the shed
don't drive dead if yer only 55
now go rhyme orange cones
and buy me a beer
in two shakes of a can
i'll be out of here, it, there
"No, Tracey, it's not a Fireball morning. Re-maker's Remorse, please."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Damn - missed it last year. Like they say though, there's always next year.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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The Flames of Malawi.
Just in case you've forgotten just how far Malawi is from Lake Tanganyika.
You know, the place where Jane Goodall got started.
Jane who?
The Trimates, sometimes called Leakey's Angels, is a name given to three women — Jane Goodall, Diane Fossey, and Birut Galdikas. Not to be confused with Charlie's.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Damn, First Ascenionista and all
I'm in the wrong place, my friend
I better leave
Anyway, the only sound that's left
Back door please
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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It's n-n-n-n'ot n-n-n-ness-s-sary.
Y-you can s-sti-sti-stick around.
Have a B-B-Bud-why-doncha-sir?
The K-K-K-King of B-B-Bottled Beers.
We need to have a wake, friends.
I'm gonna go do it.
Wake me when it's over, time to g-g-go-go.
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It's been a hard day's night.
O! Death, where is my stinger?
My Maker's Regret?
It's over there where I left it last night.
Sit. STay. Good black dog.
Hide my Face Book.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Keep on rocking, free world or not.
Blurred lines, blue grass, blue dreams, blew lines, went to code blue, bleached blonde blue-eyed baby.
Sunset beach, Beachwood, large Wood, Wood Fruit Co., wouldn't hurt a fly, infield fly rule, rulers of the free world.
Free, with this introductory offer.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Any loving's good loving.
All love aims to do is hurt you then make you feel better.
Words fail at this time.
Music never does.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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5.3 miles up - > 5.3 miles down - > levation gain 623 ft/mile. Six border patrol vehicles. Two groups of shooters.
That's about about it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2014 - 05:50am PT
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Just the other night a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be
She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
In her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all
And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thanked the good Lord
For the gifts in my life
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered
Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
Cowboy Lyrics are so sweet, eh?
Cow eyes will do that to YOU, young man, so go west.
Watch out for flying monkeys coming out of that direction, Winston.
Well, StTones, that will certainly only happen when pigs start flying as well, what? More cocoa?
Fly meece to the moon.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 10, 2014 - 06:32am PT
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hey there say, mouse... very nice shots of yosemite... and thanks for the info on the cabin, and all those things... things i'd not know...
say, timid:
Feb 6, 2014 - 08:09am PT
I remember hanging out with my boystown roommate at Shirley's Flying Spur Ranch in 1977. My roommate's parents were good friends with her. Too bad the original place burnt up in the Foresta fire of 1990 along with most of her historical archives.
Dean Potter lived there for many years until a relative of Shirley's moved in. It gets complicated after that and best left off the internet.
very nice share!
mouse, thanks for bring this to our attention for this share to
come forth! more things i'd not know of yosemite...
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 10, 2014 - 08:01am PT
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I never bin ta church. I got a church key, though.
I always had some dough cuz I work real hard, but who cares on Friday after work?[Click to View YouTube Video]I am settled on having settled here. Thank god for Dad's job, Mom's love, and the edumacation, if there is one.
I can find Chula Vista blind-folded, see?
I'd like to case this place, si, mon?
http://www.spotcrime.com/crime/39907510-fb5103c51b04edb9ed43557c138765a7
I think that it would be criminal never to have gone to the earthly paradise, the garden spot.
Mojo trundle, anybody?
Lookit the size of that turkey, 120 lbs. or 8.57143 stone.
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Off the same spot we dropped the chicken on the Captain, remember that caper?
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1843581/el-cap-chicken-toss
[Click to View YouTube Video]Converting watermelon to stone should be fun and educational, both, right?--Slow Mo Joe
I's only lookin', Mistery Dreamer, please don't shoot me down. That was a bad joke from the down-filling booth at The North Face, way, way back.
Before even this.[Click to View YouTube Video]
There is no need to explain this. It is inexplicable, hexed, and you know what?
Chicken butt.
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