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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 04:15am PT
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I am having issues with my internet connection. It takes forever to connect to a website. New modem being sent from the CromCast--they don't live forever, it seems.
Naturally, this is making me loose my cool. I am finding the situation hard to deal with, in other words.
And I was all jazzed because today I was going to award the Mammal Study Merit Badge to Bushman, the Dog Care Merit Badge to Gnome, and another one to zBrown. You all deserve the honors, having devoted so much time to the care of your pets and your care to insure wild animals are given a fair shake when confronted with humans.
There is no Merit Badge for poetry, unfortunately.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 05:29am PT
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We keep hearing things from the Eastside about El Chapo's friends and their activities.
Meanwhile, Feds are no longer watching this alleged cartel safe house in Northern California. Why? As always, a good question; but the Feds are not commenting.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 05:39am PT
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Mono.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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Latest skunk release was during Saturday nights storm. She was a pregnant mama by the looks of her and the way she moved. She clung to the sloppy trap and wouldn't go without coaxing, regardless of the weather, she was better off looking for better digs than a soaking tarp draped cage in a deluge. To hell with the powers that bleat I'm not comfy with killing them.
Thank you Mouse, and thank you to all of my many 1 or 2 fans for this award, I am grateful. I will print it and frame it, and mount it on my wall of fame, the 3x6 spot on the office wall above my desk where the wife won't bug me about stuff I hang. Poetry has it's own rewards (at least that's what I keep telling myself).
Thank you and congrats to Gnome and zBrown!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Crazy as Cromcast makes you, you don't have to deal with
frank, small 'F' .
The computer generated spokes Beast for frontier,
a proud conglomerate, forced into existence to help fight the monopoly cable companies hold over us. The problem is that they are not even held to a commercial standard, they exist to frustrate you into changing , from one provider to another. Over and over, churning rate increases & fees. The work force can be counted on to be lacking in some major , job wrecking way. The company proudly advertises that they employ more of our retuning Vets, and the service shows it. Always they have been great people inadequately provided for by
The large corporate structure or so it looked. We had them cut a cable when they hooked up.
Still get bad dropped service and hate is not to strong a word for the uncanny way that the tablet and frank-insult, won't play nice,( load edits ) when all else is fine....slide 2:10 in then listen to the whole thing or the gov'mule...this played better after loading it took a bit?
[Click to View YouTube Video] blame frank...switched to shortest version
That it was five guys and a bottle of good bourbon,
drunkenly coming up with a shampooed version of a bison as a spokes Beast, yay think!!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Things I Have in common with Drumpf
* that untamable hair
* Realestate blood
*Short, um,,, fingers
*Delusional
* megalomania
*Hot Wife
* Good Kids
*Vulgarian from NY
Things I Don't Have in common with Drumpf
* A building With My Name on it In NY
* A Private Golf club in Florida
* A Twitter account
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zBrown
Ice climber
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El Chupe woof woof!
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zBrown
Ice climber
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1985 Plane Crash in Van Nuys
No weed involved. I flew in this plane. It's the last small plane I ever flew in. Luckily, I wasn't on board that day.
The pilot killed Wednesday night when his light plane crashed into a San Fernando Valley residence was identified Thursday as Lewis M. Brody of Northridge, a lawyer whose specialties included air-crash litigation.
Brody, 41, died when his Piper Aerostar crashed into a residence at 9545 Ruffner Ave. in Sepulveda.
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Brody was an experienced, safety-conscious pilot who had survived being shot down while an Air Force flier in Vietnam, according to Jeffrey Matz, Brody's partner in the Encino law firm of Matz, Brody & Albert.
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"The tower flew him around to the north end of the airport. As he was making the U-turn to land, he had to bank the plane, and about that time the right engine caught on fire. In order to get in faster, he pushed the left engine to the firewall. That means pushing the accelerator all the way to the floor. When he did that, the plane stalled, and it just went straight into a house.
"He used to tell me, if you're going to lose an engine, you don't want to do it on final approach because you're very close to the ground, and you don't have much time or room to make a correction.
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Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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We are interrupting this thread to post another OT poem. Do not attempt to adjust your screen. Welcome to the Odder Limits...
From Anonymous in a Dreamscape
I heard the the call at two am
A message left by a faithful friend
Informed that two were in dire need
I left for there with haste and speed
And finding no one at the scene
Deduced the pair were in between
Two thousand twelve and twenty sixteen
A dimension where I'd never been
The only evidence I found
A muffled and a plaintive sound
Emitting from a grain silo
No entry present for to go
I hoisted myself off the ground
Crimping what edges that were found
When from the south a fel wind blew
A 'toppling the tower down
To where from high I tumbled down
Sustaining not but rumpled pride
But there was no one trapped inside
I checked my BP and my pulse
And checked the time upon impulse
The clock ran backwards in reverse
I shuddered and began to curse
And watched the sky turn sickly green
Then something flickered in between
A nightmare and a waking dream
A world where things weren't what they seem
The horizon rose purple to blue
A rainbow of a pastel hue
Glimmered then faded in the rain
As I looked down and felt the pain
Some force had lodged within my brain
An alien presence would remain
Finding a refuge I confess
Subconscious there in some recess
Residing in the dream wherein
It blustered like the gathering wind
Vacating me upon the dawn
My cerebral cortex trampled on
My eyes cast to the rising sun
The march of time once more begun
Of friends who'd dwelled long in the past
Discovering now that they had passed
Was puzzling to the dreaming mind
Where loved ones n'er were left behind
As I dreamed the dream of an alien mind
No Supertopians there to find
-bushman
03/09/2016
...we now return you to control of your internet. This has been another strange occurance of the Odder Limits.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 08:09pm PT
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"ET, phone Gnome."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 08:14pm PT
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"El Chapo's escape from the safe house" or "Into the Fire"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 08:20pm PT
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"South rim of YV"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 08:23pm PT
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"Dogleg Crack" on West Face of Sentinel
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 9, 2016 - 08:41pm PT
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"Flying Buttress and Narrows - Sentinel"
In a shadowy valley long ago
Veiled by darkness
There's only there to find
The nervous stomach energies
Of a hundred midnight soul searchings
Before long and dangerous climbs
--Bushman
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Mar 10, 2016 - 01:38am PT
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http://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/mackenzie/peaks.html
Sentinel Rock (called Loya by the Indians) faces the Three Brothers, and is to the right of the traveler when driving up the Valley. It is the most conspicuous eminence of the southern wall, and has a dominant influence in the scenery of the middle part of the Valley, just as El Capitan and the South Dome have in the lower and upper parts, although each of the three is of a character wholly distinct from that of the others.
The shape of Sentinel Rock, is from many points of view, not unlike a broad-based obelisk. Its tip is 3069 (Wheeler) or 3043 (Whitney) feet above the river.
The side fronting over the Valley is pyramidical in general outline and nearly perpendicular for at least 1500 feet below the apex.
From the bottom of this imposing tower down to the level of the Valley the wall has a little greater slope, and is composed of masses of fallen rock. The direct trail to Glacier Point ascends among this heap of debris, and at one place runs not far from the vertical face of the Sentinel. (See Route No. 3.) The summit of the Sentinel is accessible, but the feat of climbing to it is so difficult and dangerous that it has been rarely attempted. At one time there was a small flag flying from a staff planted on the highest point by a lady.
Sentinel Dome.—This rock does not spring immediately from the Valley wall. It begins to define itself about half a mile to the rear and southeast of the Sentinel Rock. It is a great, roughly hemispherical protuberance with very little vegetation on the upper part. The vertex is 4160 feet above
Sentinel Rock
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SENTINEL ROCK.
the Valley. From the crown of the dome the view includes a vast scope of the high Sierra, and is spoken of by all visitors in terms of unlimited admiration. The dome is reached from the Valley by taking the trail to Glacier Point, from which place to ascend the dome calls for an easy walk or ride, the distance from and back to Glacier Point being less than 2.50 miles. Several of the routes in the Itinerary herewith are laid out so as to include this dome. (Routes Nos. 3, 12, 14, and others.) The road between Glacier Point and Wawona passes at no great distance from the dome on its eastern side.
Yosemite Point.—From the road underneath the Sentinel one looks straight across the Valley to the Yosemite Falls. The projection of the wall on the eastward side of this cataract is called Yosemite Point. Whitney gives its height as 3030 feet, and Wheeler says 3220. A matter of 100 or 200 feet, however, is of no consequence in comparison with the tremendous whole.
On the western side of the outer extremity of this projecting mass, and close to the top, is a spur of granite separated, except at its base, from the main body, and which is known as the Giant’s Thumb.
The view from the summit of Yosemite Point is one of distinguished grandeur, even among so many others of signal fame. The lower as well as the upper end of the Valley is overlooked from the Point, a comprehensive panorama of the floor, as well as of all the higher eminences surrounding the Valley, being spread before the eye.
The trip to and from this place may easily be accomplished in a day, with plenty of time to linger on the trail, or to rest at the summit or elsewhere. (See Route 10, Second Day, and succeeding Routes in Itinerary.)
A guy who's middle name aught to be Fremont, comes to mind too...(what scared Nitro?)
he was there,
(Slab climbing in JTree, his words not mine)
to heal up and pick scabs after the Paisano Overhang,
I think he also got 'bagged' into leading Loose Lips.....
Now I liked more of the next but this of that well I lived that....this
With every waking moment
Laced with the smell of camp smoke pine dirt
Pounded home the headache lost fearsleep
What stars had me there for
Dancing to the mandolin
Beneath the walled up deep
Now what is that below?
What is mr sir on about ?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 10, 2016 - 07:05am PT
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^^^^"At one time there was a small flag flying from a staff planted on the highest point by a lady."
Who would have promptly been jailed today, most likely. And deservedly so.
And she should be locked in with the pot smokers, wing-suiters/BASE jumpers and kite fliers.
But keep the drone pilots in their own separate cage, please. Vicious beasts...
And the arsonists...they belong in a special hell.
We Flames do not arsonize under any circumstances.
Imagine my surprise last evening, around six-thirty,
waking from a snooze to the sound of a siren outside the window.
Well, excitement doled out in small packets is preferable to a major threat to life and limb.
I wonder what the penalty for this dumpster ignition would have been had there been culprits apprehended?
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