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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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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 10, 2014 - 10:21am PT
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The word "Otay" is apparently derived from the Kumeyaay word "otai" (pronounced "Oh-Tie" - though Buckwheat my dispute this), meaning brushy.
Say, for example, I had an Otay with the law, and the law won.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 01:19am PT
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What was that, WonsLaw?
I said, Old Folks, that I had a sister-in-law's cousin who lived in Ohai, Ventura County. She was a lady, but the fact is that she worked pipeline construction gangs on Ventura, the Miracle Mile for the "ol' bidness."--her words, old fart, and she had such quaint language, believe me. But she knew how to dance and the waltz was her forvorite, like in Matilda, the Ozzie Anthem?
I play it all the time, you know that.
I do indeed.
Ohio, IL, knows Ojai. There are such things in the Midwest called snowbirds.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ohio,_Illinois
Ohio, IL., has a Desert Wildflowers Museum.
BELIEVE IT OR SEE SEYMOUR KNOTS!
(He's the Director, a county employee, and his office is in the rear of what he called the Lotus Flower Silo Room. He climbs a decent grade, and has hair on his rack. He's a tranny.) Free peyote buttons, good-looking secretary, tastes like chicken because she is, and TWO PHONE LINES! Who could ask for a mo' better gig?)
A note on the so-called "sport" of chicken-tossing from Seymour's chick, Matilda the Honey--
It may have been fun for you. Not for me. Did you come first? I didn't st all, and in fact, my lawyer, Bently the Bender of wills, will be in touch. Unlike we.
Matilda, your Tiny Dancer
P.S.--f.u. i hope you can read norwegian abbrs. well i can and i know a guy who loves road-house island redheads, or so he says, up in strawberry.
i hope you marry a dyke, azz-wipe.
By the way, today I was playing the Fool by WSM...I mean, QSM, see...
Always, always, the buffoon, aren't you, whoever you are. Out of character, there, but that quick-change maneuver was mind-blowingly fast, man! And you are now, as I perceive you, a bum, a derelict, a street person. And you have a tic, s slight one, but it's detectable and effective. I turned away, in fact. What a consummate actor you are you remind me of...of...Yosemite Sam! Indeed!
I wish heartily to say the same of you as an author, one day, WasNot.
Thank you and Gracias, Amigonite. Rock on!
Wait, Wassail, uh, no, don't. Come, in fact, and come fastly, adverbishly quickly, please! Come to the rear of the building, by the route we British-Mexican-Americans know as Calle Securidado, Safe STreet. Meet me in two minutes.
I've never done it in more than one minute and three-quarters. What have you for me to see. Bozolito? By the way, how did you achieve that skin tone?
It's called El Cap Hotel A/C, and it is derived from an exorbitantly expensive virietal of Alaskan Thunderflash/Thicke in the Middle.
You shall see, Schwinnson. I have a spliff or two here in my serape/hoodie pocket, I'm sure. Do not delay, for I must away.
Who? What?
Poodles! French-Canadian Poodles, man! GO!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 02:22am PT
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for your approval, allya Fools.[Click to View YouTube Video]It was a beautifilled day.
Hippies' vibes to everyone who ever felt the fool about where he got, u no, planted.
QSM, to me, the rock rolling kid from Merdead, is faster than the rest, better tuned in to actual VIBES, than any of the rest of the San Farcisco Sound that Died because they refused to heed that strange sequence of vibratory knowledge of trusting one another.
Sad as a glass of whine alone, but Mick started that line of thought, because much in life saddens, not just lonely boozin'.
It has been an interesting weak in Lake Wosemite.
I may take a few to post these shots.
As they said when they raided us one night, during the Faux 4 Yosemite Bears Raid of '71, a cold January night, in Camp 4, in Yosemite, in fact,
"be cool, fool. just need a sugar fix. chill, comrades. 4 of u, 4 of us. en francais, detente. we have dependents. they can't live on acorns and weeds and the ants are all on strike. we are starving."
this was a tragedy. we placed our hammers next to their ancestor's sickles. we smoked and made peace.
They were a rogue soviet (they claimed to have won the last election) of cinnamon bears from Kyburst-on-Rubicon, a seldom-visited enclave of wild excess, reputedly, but this was great exaggeration, we NEEC vodka! like u climbers need that keystone swill. they all spoke norwegian, but i know the lingo, and we had some vibes among us, believe it or nyet.
i heard things from them i'll never tell u. ever, ever, ever.
we all blamed nixon.
//blood oath, red as rum, twice a blinding,
as a quick turn on silvretta binding//
that's bullsh#t. nobody understands that factor.
AND BESIDES, AS A MATTER OF FACT,
smokey the duck, chongo, chickentpisser. yeah, theyr'e cool in many langridges, but the duck, he's gonna die, chongo, he's gonna go even further underground, and chickenslammer, well, he's got facial tics coming on.
all i gotta say.
EXCEPT,
i can do better to communicate my feelings, my experience with the powerful vibes from this day.
In English, Fools.
Loving lovers.
Tumbling walls.
Mind in guage.
One small part of one world.
One truth.
Heavens, Mouse?
Yes, Love.
Life is
What you make it.
Turn around.
Let's back down.
I'm still young and out of the Navy.
The world is full of vibes.
This place hasn't really changed that much since...
It's still got me and the ghosts of younger mice tripping around,
looking for the Rev or the hell of it.
It was mainly hot or cold, no in betweens.
A plain-Jane town like Redding, from which we came to Sacto and then to Merced City.
I arrived at the SP depot on Old Highway 99.
Throwpie and the Rev had lived here there hole-in-the-wall lives in '61, three years after the Big STone, El Capitan, was legitimized, as I see it.
It was just a big rock in a place I heard of in a story I read in a book they gave us in fourth grade and I mispronounced the word, Yosemite, as "YO-sa-might."
I am a fast learner.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 02:46am PT
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Nunya R. Fools, patron saint of paint dryin', sez,
don't act like a fool unless you want to, otay?
another dead drunk dame, she is, long ago in the wise age
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 04:19am PT
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Otay. Open your eyes.
Psychomedelic Journey/CD by QSM, nize stuv
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpx5pM7Ck8o&list=ALBTKoXRg38BDrAnjEFKN5JT-HANiesDHG
mice stuve.
Ohio, no. Merced, yes.
The rain fell, I was not sleeping, did not hear it, tho.
I knew I should go and get on the roof. I climbed the fire escape and it was immediately apparent I was in a special presence.
WhetherGod.
He actually exists!
there can fbe no drought idf there be no doubtt
this is literal word-for-word lingo, a branch of norwegian dialectic he was spakin' 'neath his huge mustache--no beard, just the stache.
here is what he said
NUMBAH SIXTY-ONE
It's been so long...
I sure had fun, fine fun...
It's been too long...
Lover.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. (guitar riff)
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa yeah...
Lover.
TOOLONG!
My problem, sorry.
Open your eyes. Light all your windows. Golden sparks.
Just lies.
Old Sol.
That is a good Mex standard por cervezsa. the russki bears love to brew, BTW, or as they say in the Rube, "В Вт". It's the bearlink dialect, imowue, in that same lingo.
There is a secret under-ground-hog bearish conclave, not an elected body or soviet, made of cousins and Costco Mi-Whacks living in and near sebastopolitco off of the Redwood Parkway. They live like they are poor, but we think they have honey-money. Mo' later. as el DeeHAYTHERE gathers his "Park Narca Nationals" and raids Middle Earth.
Frequent Spy Achievement, next installation, soon, this pace, slowly turning at the top of Lower Yosemite Fall.
That is SOME drop. Pod, let's go the other way.
That leads us back to Ohio, Patty. You are getting too into your part, man. It is just we two. Speak the English, por favor.
No, it would be towards Ohai, old boy.
Ta-ta, I'm going to have some coffee, it's only 5.2+. or so it appears to me.
Ah, wait. I'm rather broke. My "Royaties" are in the mail, or so my Modesto agent tells me. Are your buying, sir?
Sorry, planned on scarfing a cup.
No sh#t. Surely.
You jest.
Shirley, anyway.
Well, of course it's my treat. I know Mr. Shirley. An old friend of Mouse in Merced. In fact, I know his nemesis, TBird, who has a lovely male voice, in my HUMBLE opinion. But then, I am right exactly 99.65% of the time. It's fun to treat. It makes me feel good, like good old cocoa, and you get to feel goo, tood. I wonder if there is more cocoa, Wisdom?
WE ARE THE FBI> SEND MONEY TO BAREASSBEARLIES.com ifyouwanta/BeyondWatch?HMFkit/BBC/moundhows
Cash, check, money order. Pay to GIRL SCOUT BAKING COOK-OFF, please.
Thank you.
The Ladder Day Bastion of Drivelity, Deviltry, and Civility Network.
LDBDDC&N.
I blame Harding.
And the Christian Brothers of ST. Mary's in Moraga, Dog on ya.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 05:55am PT
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Pointlessly needling climbers does no earthly good, Blondie.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Ai, rubio! ¿Te estás divirtiendo todavía?
Whatever they are, they have a garden and a Bic pen and a green sucker in their lobby, the hydrant.
If I can't have her, don't want no one at all.
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My Angel on the Wing.
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