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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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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 09:08pm PT
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Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no T-Bone (he said hungrily).
Say what?
Ain't got no T-Bone (he said repeatedly).
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 15, 2014 - 11:16pm PT
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So I went to the link (naively) typed in "your password" (obediently) and got back (rudely) This email or passowrd is incorrect.
What is up with dat? I mean do they ask The Beatles this kinda sheeit?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 11:54pm PT
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(We are not Devo and we are not the last bastion of technical understanding. That is apparently in Chula Vista. We are blind and we cannot see, we are the NewFish BlueFish of Dr. Seuss.)
So sue me, rich boy.
I got lots of lawyer in me.
And besides, my consigliere, Dudley, assures me we got no worries except for the color of Mary Magdalene's rug has been discussed vis a vis her drapes.
Laytonly, it occurs to me, that it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell.
Not all lawyers will burn in hell,
But what's that other awful smell?
"Is that a turd in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?"--Millis' favorite line from McCabe & THAT Mrs. Miller
[Click to View YouTube Video]Let's go old school Phish, so sorry.
Sweet Lady of Death, Loreal. Really. Seriously.
Drove me insane.
Aww, now, country ways.
Sweet, but real bossy gal, that Loreal.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 06:19am PT
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Too restless to sleep.
I was kicked back (he said dreamily) and began thinking in spire thoughts.
My racing mind moved past the obvious--Totem Pole, Spider Rock, the Finger of Fate, the LA, all the semi-spires like Lembert and his bitchy sister Halva Dome (her given name is Tis-a-ack but Halva's her stage name), and I thought of my finger, then my thumb that has gone missing, and then (weird is as weird thinks or does) James Ramsey Ullman and The White Tower.
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This would be for Lollie on Do a Grouch a Favor Day, which is today, Friday, February 16.
This gives me hope that during Facelift I can find someone to fit the stilleto heels and we can go play cinematographers in the talus up behind Camp 4, or better yet, below Sentinel Falls.
Loki loves Lollie. Loki lo-o-oves Lollie. Nyah-nyah, n-nyah-nyah!
"Roll over Loki! Roll over, boy."--Lollie and Loki in bed
Woo-hoo!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2014 - 10:01am PT
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This comes to us courtesy of Basketmaker II, who may or may not reside in Chula Vista, since I'd have to call him/her more of a low-tech guru.
I normally straighten my dart shafts with fire, i.e. dry heat-but recently I've been doing a lot of experiments with axe hafting, and that necessitated the use of wet heat. Getting tired of just propping my sticks over a pot of boiling water and covering them with aluminum foil (And having sticks stickign every which way in my kitchen) I got a big electric skillet at the thrift store. I drilled a hole in each end of the lid with a hole saw, and now I have a steam box, through which a stick/dart shaft can be fed. It steams a fairly wide area, but boy howdy it works well, and fast, and keeps my kitchen a touch more orderly.
Just trying to get it straight you know?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 11:21am PT
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It was nice of you to share, Old Navy.
Why, what else do you want, WastedSon?
You read me like a penny dreadful, sir.
I merely wish to say thank you.
For what, man, I'm cleaning my pipe, hoping to hear Mrs. Fudd's footsteps treading the thirty-nine steps to this dump to let us know that...
Mouse is a technician's dream.
But only when he's in funds.
Why are we talking in Monetary?
You started to...
Oh, never mind.
Which just goes to show you....
something.
I was counting steps to the 4th floor fire escape (44, if you need to know--and I COULD do it in 39, but WTF) and I was gonna take pictures on the route, pretending to do an ascent of Sunnyside Wench accompanied (in my mind, see) by the young upstart crows, WhiteHeatMeat, (just 21 and he con't mind dying)--and Mr. Vitalis (from North Beach, and he's not Italian, and he doesn't use Brylcreem nor even own a comb--Telling Lies About the Climbers in front and in back of you).
I got to the fire escape on 4 with little or no problem, but the LCD brightness lacked brightness out in the dazzle, and I could not close the aperture, because I had lowered the brightness to nil and felt more blind than usual, if that's possible--and it is, I feel but not believe totally and am reserving judgment--and so I had to down-climb the fire escape as I ascended it, as otherwise one could slip like the young lady on the White Tower teaser ^^^ (where ARE those down-pointing arrows, anyway?) facing away from this steep stairway to heaven, come back to the studio, pour a cup of Sumatran, and work that out.
I'm not going back out there.
You do something once, why do it again?--"Wording Sign", Walkie-Talkie Heads
This will have to do for this beautiful Sunday morning here in Merced, the Gateway to Atwater or El Nido, Planada and Chowchilla, Snelling, Hopeton, Cressey, Ballico, Gustine, Banos, and other places to live.
Even North Dakota, CapScully.
BTW, how far do you go in Fargo on two sixers of cheap beer, bud?
Careful, Mouse, it's Post this Reply you need, you teckie.
Mom's cat, when I'd gone away to ST. Mary's College of California for my frosh year (near Moraga, named for the Spaniard who named the Merced River, BTQ) was named by my lowest, shortest, youngest niece (I forget her name!), daughter to Lenna Lou--it's Alyssa, of course, I was just stalling for time so I could call it to mind--in the Christmas season.
It was thought to be a female at first. Then she became a male when her testicles descended, all natural, totally.
Boomer had to explain this 'phenomenon' to Alyssa, and I'm sure he f*#ked it up like he did with my birds and bees chat. He had a reticence about discussing sex, except in the clubhouse or out on the course--short putts earned you a girl's name, and Alice, Edith, Betty, they all show up eventually golfing with Dad.
"Never up, never in."--Boomer
So thereafter the cat was named Teckie, for "technicals."
The cat eventually died, as do they all, nine times.
Heh-heh.
Nine times nine is eighty-one. Eighty-one and eighty-one are...you do the math.
See? Idiocy regarding technical matters runs in the family. I recall telling the plane story and how I was not killed in a landing on some f*#king Brit field down by the river in Birmingham.
There is a Bear Creek in Girminbam,
I'm just glad to not be there taking a dirt nap before I was ever born or Dad was ever married.
You can take off and fly all you like, but you have to remember to put the wheels down in a C-47 when you land it.
It runs in my family, this lack of technical skill. Except for Brother Mike, who can do the work, if he's a mind to do it, to get things up and running. You live out there in Merced Falls, you can't just run to Mommy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 16, 2014 - 11:34am PT
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For the person who sent me the Phish-y email.
Trippy light show, bro (or sis--protecting the names of the "not-so-innocent" is a part of civility, chivalry, and the code of la Cosa Nostra, even).
So hard to hear and see all alone.
Over Rainbows we discussed the route we had traversed to get to this side of Jordan.
I was shot by my baby, Jealous Sea of Love.--Kneel Young, acolyte with a candle lighter thingamabob (lucky not to have set fire to the altar cloth
Otay, really, folks, try doing anything with no thumb.
F*#kin' Chongo! The Unopposable, Grade VI Hitchhiker, Chongo.
I'm sure he never had to stick out his tongue instead of a thumb which was not there, nor has he ever lifted a finger to do much for himself, but motivation lies in the subject's eyes, not the beholder's.
"Whose eye is dot?"--Yawn Salad Day, Greenish-Blue Day roadie
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 16, 2014 - 03:46pm PT
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Thanks for keeping the thread alive Mouse. I've learned more about Merced than I could ever have dreamed of...
Room Full of Mirrors
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Feb 16, 2014 - 03:59pm PT
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Cool Moose. Maybe we'll see Mouse post something from the academic part of Merced?
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