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zBrown
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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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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 16, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
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Well, they're talking about a university or college campus in CV. UCCV?
UCM? Not that one, the other one, Manteca. Who'll get there first?
They have some buildings available. Bring back Clark Kerr to run it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 07:04am PT
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I can post some pix from tonight of Fatboy Slim singing in front of the downtown UC building, called the MONDO building, bill Bill the Manager,
then walk on through to the other side, coming out on
ST. Lukes and Veritas ST.
Walkin' Merced on the Full Moon
all alone *sigh hi there* Christo
got some Crisco
meetcha in the disco.
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while making love to the angels of light verse,
the blessed st chris dances in on little mouse feet,
not-speaking silent norwegian disco-lingo,
directing the safety meeting, like a good patron should,
fogletty droplets appear out of a clear, full moon sky,
and all is light with the world.
Except for one small thing.
A guy, a real mouse, named Lenny, died sometime last night and I...I found him across from the funeral home whose souls I had just stolen, or maybe I just took too many pictures, or something, because I've had deeply depressive feelings of death approaching because of my problems with COPD, along with other medical issues about my living tissues.
Weep and moan all you want, just take it a day at a time,
Yous will maybe sleep enough, some nights, you'll be fine.
It's hard doing without sleep and my breathing is the reason I can't.
My finding little deadmouse today, we can't say, but it could be ominous.
I'm treating it so. My old friend and Scrabble playing neighbor LaMont and I met at the 17th ST. Pub and had one, then off to mass in Middle Earth.
It was sick weird. He told me as we walked in the door to the Rat's Nest that he had been out to mass with his mom at ST. Patrick's this morning. I was stunned, for I had planned a going-away party for deadmouse, a faux mass with a real theme, meant to encourage myself, commemorate a fallen comrade, and to generally enhance my thinking with "incense."
LaMont was expecting to watch Footube and play Scrabble. Uh' uh.
The Force, tonight you proved a point. What it is, we'll get to, by and by. Here is a brief thing I wrote as if it were an obituary of a kind for the mus deadmouse, or whatever name it/she/he sported when one of the quick ones.
"Hey, you in the fur coat and long tail---well, yah, I'm Walken, to you...but how...?
STFU! Seriously? Who would've EVER thought...
But I gotta say these words anyway, and take ya in, you realize. I've no choice, Master. It is required by eternal law. Hear ye:
'The eleventh hour has ended, Brews, my brother/sister.
I'm the eternal timekeeper and your time's up, sir, or madam.' What sex are you, anyhow?"--that guy with the sharp thingie in the hoodie
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 17, 2014 - 07:19am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:01am PT
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Confusing isn't it?
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Doesn't it bug you when somebody takes a perfectly good 20:00 performance and cuts it down to 19:45.
I got into the driver's seat and I drove down 32nd street
in my cadillac (good car to drive after a day at La playa)
Where to go to avoid the crowds?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:32am PT
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Behind El Zarape (only the locals know)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 17, 2014 - 10:38am PT
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Notice the eyes on the image reflected in the glass? Could be a regular poster on the ST.
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