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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 07:32am PT
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DUCK SHOOT.
AT THE FISH's NEW BARREL OF FISH FISH HOUSE and OCEAN BOTTOM SEWING FLOOR>
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"Ask me how I can do that. Go ahead. Ask."--Russ T. Salmon, author of the titanic versus the big stone in norwegian
well, desert climbing will have to wait, or at lestst
until laughter/norwegian class, and then we'll all dance and cinge
Meanwhile, back on the upper Valley shuttle, last week, I mean while I was riding on the shuttle with Samb the DriverScriver in command and speiling his stories (Sam Iamb, Yager's landlady, has been in the Ditch for many a pitch, and claims fanTAstic claims, truths, lies, and glory for his personal Yosemite story.
He said "Writ them. Outwit them. Cheat death."
Wow. To the Ahwahnee, but not forthweth. The aura was kinds tie-dyed for some whiles. Relax and breathe smiles, the loop runs for miles.
And mile. But not for Miles, Davis.
Same Sam, told me about his parents and the way how they came to the Ditch. It was no elevator ride to the Top of the Mark.
Back when monkeys were just barely not our uncles, the fifties.
I have notes, photos, and memories. This may take a bit.
First, check this out. Seattle, yet. Go figure.
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Try to enjoy the facts of Chongo's selection as a self-taught guru.
Each of you is your own guru, Baba Ma'am Special. Like when you were told do no wrong, child, just cuz you can. Be weird about it.
Feel good about ywur self, child. Not better than some other one.
That's not selfish, children.
UNNATURAL SELECTION or how to spell unnamed ones
Mouse ses, "Quote: This is for all the silent good-deeders here and all over Dave's Planet--I don't want out of this space, just want a great place to make it to the next one. End quote."
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
I'm hungry for some unrest
I want to push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that they'll understand
Dedication to a new age
Is this the end of destruction and rampage?
Another chance to erase then repeat it again
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
No religion or mind virus
Is there a hope that the facts will ever find us?
Just make sure that your are looking out for number one
I'm hungry for an unrest
Let's push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that you will understand
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us crawl
The lucky don't share at all
No hope for fate, it's a random chance selection
I want the truth
Try to ride out the storm
Whilst they'll make you believe
That they are the special ones
We have not been chosen
Injustice is the norm
You won't be the first
And you know you won't be the last
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
Ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
And the lucky, they don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth, I want the truth
I want the truth, I want the truth
Songwriters
BELLAMY, MATTHEW JAMES
And listen to Ua2 at the end of that tape, Two. Please have a beautiful day...
at ChurchKey's Such Chancy Casino and Dog Grooming Parlor, Empire, CA.
As Sam told me to do, and as any experienced writer would agree is Practical Paradise Teaching, (PPT--do not confuse with PC, please, at your own risk) I wrote down just enough. He has lived in the Valley having been a Bay Areaite like me and lots others, but he was born, a-parently, to a guy from OK and another O.K. person, his mom, who is Mrs. to his pop, who lasted through the Great Depression, only to find himself as a hired hand at the Ahwahnee hotel's famously gone nine-holer. It was a golf course, not an outhouse.
No greens fees. Free caddying from the little Indian boys, I imagine, if they were up to it.
Later, things changed, as they always must.
But before they came to the Paradise of Practical Happiness, or Foresta, the mujer de la grupa, the Nature Girl, took chances with a savioury type naturally named BITSY SHOOTS, or Ginsbrew, or Some Thing. I did not have time to write it all down, so I wrote much of this up standing up in a strenuous musyogic position known as Widers Cramped, unlike Sambo's relaxed, almost unsafe polsssture, commonly called Driving the Duck.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gypsy_Boots
Bootzin's older brother, John, died of tuberculosis as a young man; this led to Bootzin's decision to grow his hair long and pursue healthful, natural living.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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At the karajoke assembly last night there was a gentleman named like the dude on the nickel postcard below.
This young man's a UCM student.
He knows what it is that he would love to do is to teach in a high cchool.
He's majoring in ge-OG-ra-fee (oh-ca-TEA-yo) and wants nothing more than a monthly/mostly good paycheck to pursue his dream of being a high school geography teacher.
I believe he'll be a geography teacher, but don't believe it will be in a high school. Few offer the course any longer, for it is taught at JC level--I aced it but I needed a study partner, (read grade whore rival who took you to school each day in his Datsun performance vehicle) as a science course, and I know a geo teacher from Merced College who taught several sections of the same course daily for years and year. Mrs. GPS was a Girl Scoutist, a rugged individualisette, who trucked ALL THE WAY into AFg in '93, then came to Merced to teach mice like me.
Go Mo Graphy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 02:05pm PT
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Take zBrown. Take Throwpie.
They're lookin' like Twin Falls, sentimental bastions...
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Not to be too crude or appear juvenile, it's not cool and I won't go there.
But my next-door neighbor on Olive used a term for my older brother's Johnnie Mathis albums. He called it "humpin' music."
Enjoy the video and the tune and the skinny-dip.
And please, if you are out on the hills north of town walking with yer lady, showin' her how to use that new bobcat call, and you come to the tank, and it's not too brownish-green, and ya strip down, and so on,
Use that propeller tactic in the pond...'nuf said.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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Hey there all,
Cyril sez this is for BooDawg and his tribe of rainbows in Parimosa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Captain NorScully,
you are required to grab some dough and head fo Singapo,
ZZooop-zzooopping all the way. Aloha!!
A little street in El Portal...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2014 - 12:57pm PT
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Sometimes I feel like just another mouseketeer in the Army of Merced.
Man are my ears ringin' and eyes stingin'. Power Trio joins Jimi.
Going down to Fennario I heard of this guy who has sued both Dennis Rodman and Larry Flynt. Actually met the fellow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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I wondered about Dire Wolves in a funny-ass dream I had a while back.
I woke and did started a new topical thread:
Dreaming in Sepia Tones (Way OT).
I think.
Is it dark and bloody?
We may be playing twenty questions soon.
I had this golden image of Denio's.
C'est la vie, c'est the old folks' home for me with memory loss enhanced by CRS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I loved the commercial I had to watch to get to watch this video. Sacrifice it up, Mouse. Otay, if you say, Mr. Boss.
Let's go to the old folks home...the one in Oakhurst TM was gonna found for the LSEDFS (this was Long Ago, I think, but the memory loss...woe, woe, woe.)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mule!!!!--Tom Jones, Wales and Las Vegas
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How to have vast amounts of fun with Drive-L.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:54pm PT
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A mouse and a camera in the early pearly of the fateful valentine's day of 2014.
Base of the East Face of the Merced Theater, aka the Silver Screen Wall.
Lake Municipal Parking is free, and so is the sunsight.
"It's Chinatown, Jake."
Well, at least this place has decent chow mein and a cheapish business lunch. Around the corner and down Martin Luther King, Jr., BoulderYard from the Merced Theater tower.
A good meal with the wife or GF:
Where we take our darlings for dinner tonight means something,
namely memories and a good meal and maybe a movie worth seeing.
This used to be the Lemon Grass, a mediocre joint,
but my gut tells me that Gangbock is a capital place to dine.
Again, a short walk to the movies.
Taken from the same place, in Cinemouscope and, technically, colorized, but look at the super-spectacular, Oscar-worthy results.
"Four STARS, TWO thumbs up!!!!"--SickSkill & zBert
It is time.
STATUNED, TOONS...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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The finger of fate touches us all. Can't touch that.
Lembert D. knows.
So I showed him the new shoes I got for a flamenco dancer we all know. Size eights.I took him down the street and he ended up buying a little something for his sister, a charm for her cable bracelet.
He got a great bargain, I think. At least he felt not so lonely.
The water cracks, he said, are from his tears, not the rain.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Can't wear these. Too small for my feet. I wobble even if I'm sober. Pickled fate.
Lemme help, said Lembert. I took his hand and he lifted me up. He's one of my best friends now.
I have a shot of him, he doesn't know I took it.
More naked city stories, the view from the Moussolini Balcony, coming soon to this theater.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 01:51pm PT
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Magenta warning. Heavy commentary on grid-bolting. For shame, ya drill-crazy pathetic ego on legs.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 03:38pm PT
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They were a hardy lot, these boyz.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 03:52pm PT
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Nice, Monsieur zBrujo, he said archly.
I preferred Tom Swift, but Mike was the one who got to receive those as yearly presents from Nana & Grandad. I settled for what came, like matchbooks for my collection.
What else would you expect me to collect? I'm a Flame. I'm a pyromaniac.
I burned out the front seat of their car. I set ants afire in their nest. I was a Cub/Boy/Explorer Scout, an altar boy, the winner of the 8th Grade "Religion Prize," a leather-covered daily missal. I was a bad little kid on the side, all the same.
Nana taught me to cheat at pinochle and to accessorize like I mean it.Real Roper 4th class, none of that pussy rope sh#t. And no chalk bag, neither.
Where can one rent a pink rope, seventy meters, and biners, on the way to Yosemite Valley?
At Mouse's Middle Earth Climbing and Hiking and Fauxto Shoppe, that's where.
Bienvenidows to the Ditch, Gianfranco and friend.
Aloha, even.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 04:06pm PT
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I believe we just had a request, of sorts, from a well-known phan of phish.
I was delighted to know that they love light humor in the ocean;
even in the depths of the deepest trench are dreams and dancing.
Psilocyborg, phone home, pink emergency telephone in the lobby.
The best shot of the moon I will ever have taken is yet to come.
I give you Tom Evans' really nice try at shooting the moon.
Boomer could give you lessons, mix the drinks, and sing you a Danny Boy you'd never forget, if only...
[Click to View YouTube Video]I whish to thank you, sir.
Ultimo jams are card to hum by.He told me that generally Luke's not there. He's in Whereitsatistan this month, by way of Illandya and Nuevo Espana del norte.
He wanted to look at my yeti helmet, but I told him no, that it was charmed. If it were to be touched by a non-climber, I would never come to Nirvana.
I would rather listen to the STones, than Nirvana, any day. Any color of day.
After all, the dreams and dancing are free, wherever heaven is at the moment, there it is. It's a dream state, see? Big Picture, visions abound, golden kazoos are all around. Magic, Johnson...er, WasserBergen.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 04:40pm PT
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I've never landed on the moon, myself.
I'll check with Bossy over there.
She knows pasture grass from homogenitalia, but she's never been to Paris.
She fum Soufamerica.
Which part?
Souf Texas.
Another question: How many words are in the Bible? (As long as we have Micher on the brain, but there will always be Alaska.)
According to biblewheel.com
Number of OT Words (Hebrew) = 306,375
Number of NT Words (Greek) = 138,020 (cf. New Testament Statistics )
Total Number of Words = 444,395. Note that 444,395 = 666.6 x 666.659,
almost the perfect square of 666.6.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 05:56pm PT
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THAT is funny, funny, funny, funny, funny, and you know what else?
There is nothing else.
Good luck being "here" when you are gamboling, MoosterRoosterGooster.
That lucky mutt has money to gamble?
I was sitting in the place at the bar. The elk dribbled in my Angry Orchard and I quivered with rage as I drew a bow and arrow and then he did it again and I just said screw this and walked home. STill angry.
Rsin is the new guy here. He emailed me. He's otay, just banned for life.
Let the chips fall!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where, you ast.
At the Firefall Wall Paint STore.
Watch the paint dry in spectacular settings with now our best hay there chairs.
Graffiti privilege cards!!!!!!!!
Picture postal cards!!!!!!!!!
Autographied old souls from Lobber's Locker City--robbings haan to pay roll and warn harding of the dangers of sitting too close to werner.
This is a pratie, this is a dicksow, this is just foolin' around, Wyatt.
Did you know that WARsaw is impacted with poles on hermits and it's reached epicdemic probation?
The same seeems to be happening here, but I am not positive.
I am not afraid, I'm afraid I'm constant, though, and know I'm a regular guy.--John of leCar
Some foreigners have to advertise here, they ran out of space in the County Times. Continuum. They hired me to cannext their minglish, since I yam norwegian and a mild and hazy sky.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 06:12pm PT
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LeapForMilk was here, Wasson.
hey there, jose, my name is chuckson. i'm from oslow.
Que?
go slower
well, now i'm a north sea fan, but this is weird, like you've done a sea change
i balm the whine
yes, that's waht i wahted to say, rrugently, that some1 spillee some whine
oh, no
yes, frazier crane would have a fit
he looked good in those pink stilletos from michael antonis yesterday before the band took effect
yes, yes he did
perhaps he spilled this whine
you bet your like, groucho[Click to View YouTube Video]
Life suchs when it is suck fun with herniated back and chicken shack. uh, but. chilkend butts, long ones, black ones especial, lee.
ignore mE.
not here now
if any sinner were cast at the feet of the redeemer, say, like rSin, Ii know not not what would happen
it's not 4 me to judge his actions
i can report on them
he's an urgent need to be kind and helpful to undergods
let's leave him under the guise of heroes and tiptoe because gossip is a sin, we KNOW THAT MUCH
Urgency, so he butts in and slams things around the way rock stars and their bitches party, MeesterHardy.
Fine guy, when you bother talking to him and he cottons to you.
This IS the voice of experience, bradcoasting in depth journalism of the air.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Bitches. Can't live with them.
The short, sucky life of the artist formerly know as JJ, rSin, and as a humble climber who wants privileged people to f*#k off and die.
I see no problem, for it's his thing, not mine, his way, not my way.
Prisoner of my own, knowing the danger zone.
But I won't do THAT!
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"Danger Zones Rolling STones
Jimmy Jones Beatle Bones
Yer all Guyans die!!!!!!!!!!"
-rSin's last words, there will be no "Resting In Peace" and no revolution the week after next
cuz why mouse
cuz I LIKED him too much
the Rev has not been cancelled, just the revolution
the graffiti privilege for sure
and TV privileges are definitely restricted and changed to daytime IV only
This is all for love of Dillis Millis, the consummate mimic, the stridey bastion.
I miss him.
I will miss rSin but not so much, not nearly so much.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 07:17pm PT
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Well those shoes are Michele's favorite color (he said admiringly).
Did the OTC (Olympic Training Center ) - Otay Regional Park loop today (he said circumspectly) and the Flame was still burning (he said brightly).
It was rather dry (he said aridly).
Damn, that car's on fire (he said heatedly).
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