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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 12:35pm PT
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Fluff, son, mere fluff. Cute as the Dickens, though!
My sister-in-law had one, or was it a Newfie? Yep, Newfie.
Any dog which stays in the pickup bed is a good dog.
Black and Tan on sentry duty.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 28, 2014 - 01:13pm PT
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These, along with Judge Wapner, can be viewed at the Wool Growers in
BFB
Big Friendly Bakersfield.
paid endorsement
Judge Judy goes to Arby's.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 28, 2014 - 07:57pm PT
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Probably a strong evolutionary step to abandon Mel Lyman and add in Grisman.
Strong evolutionary misstep to let Maria Grazia Rosa Domenica D'Amato get away.
Jugz bands you say
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 07:59am PT
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Rube Goldberg is turning over in his grave. $350.00 cash money, be the first on your block. Stumps me why somebody would do this.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 09:43am PT
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as practiced by idiots, plainly.FLAMES do it smarter, faster, and have no need for shovels.
this way is for forests thick and virgin, where tight is REALLY tight.
simply bore holes as shown.
light off a bunch of these rednecky tree-removal contraptions at one time.
go off quite a ways and wait a few days, take enough beer to keep u going, several cases, i think.
BOOM! CRASH! DYING FOREST SOUNDS ABOUND, REBOUND, ECHO, REVERBERATE, AND KEEP YOU FROM SLEEPING.
finally, dazed later, u go in, log off what's left, eventually.
now u have the rooom to swing an axe and use a saw, whereas before, u couldn't, due to crowding.
once the trees are history, it's time to plant HOPS and brew some beer.
are u with me, norwegian? could u handle this enterprise?
it provided a living for u people, u immigrant types, u bohunks, n.europeans and scandamaniacs, in the pewcific nor-thwest.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 11:07am PT
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The Andalusian Mouse
It is a very quiet place, a courtyard. On a balcony, a man smokes.
In his hand, he has a blade. He strops the blade slowly.
I’m talking to him, but no sound comes out of my mouth,
nothing reaches his ears.
They are very LARGE EARS.
You know what they like to say...
But a half-a-mo passes,
The other half is on a bicycle.
The half-a-mo on the bicycle falls off in front of me.
Having fallen, he cannot get ‘UP’ as he has no left side.
He needs help and “I’m the only one here,” as de Niro once said in a talking picture.
He appears to have died, but the eyes flash open.
I polka at him and he laughs.
I fall backwards in surprise.
I yell “Falling!”
He silently mouths “Off belay!”
I continue to fall, striking my head.
I’m suddenly out in the cold.
I’m shivering, quaking in terror.
The wind howls into the notch of the Lost Arrow.
Lurking in the Harding Hole, a marmot brews tea.
He offers me some. I take the cup and drink of it.
It is absinthe.
All is revealed.
Promptly at one o’clock a.m., Werner raps down, gives me a frown, and says what a bad mouse am I.
[Click to View YouTube Video]He offers me a hand. I only need the thumb, thanks.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 12:07pm PT
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I'll keep my eye on it.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:02pm PT
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IAMBIC ROCK
I am a rockin’ poet
And all the blue states know it.
I am an island.
I don’t feel your pain.
I’ll say it again.
I don’t feel your pain.
I am Bic government.
I burn hot and cold.
I am what Iamb and the others be damned.
I have what I want.
I took it from others.
Then from their mothers
And uncles, aunts and dads.
It’s my rhyme scheme,
My meme scheme,
To take from them
Before they take from me, me, me...
I am defending the homeland
Our domestic domeland
From gormless gropers
Homo dopers
And backsliding ropers
Like some god
But it’s a myth.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:18pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:25pm PT
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Uploaded on Mar 19, 2011
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OR, you can theaterize, play the bon vivant, act cool, etc. on YT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeaCZYwfimA&list=PLC419F9801081B858
One Penny Opera, First Act
There's No Theory Like Microwave Theory
It started with Maxwell or maybe Coulomb
Experiments that opened up the way,
And then there was Oerstad, of course, Heinrich Hertz,
Marconi, and Michael Faraday.
So as we gather in Long Beach today.
We honor those who pioneering the way,
There's no theory like Microwave Theory,
A great theory to know.
Everything about revealing
On the scope for all your words to see
In the you get that happy feeling
When you are seeing, one more dee Bee ...
Just sayin', the Taco needs flushing once in a while, but it's up to us to keep our heads and our noses out of the shht.
Not wanting a Great Society, just one that is a solid 5.7, maybe.
5.7X, but just about mediocre, see?
It's good enough for a buncha old dirtbags, flirtbags, hang-hags, and lurking mental cases.
Enjoy the culture. It's free of chlamidia, at least...
Bone us feature.
Kluisbergen 1946 Mont de l'Enclus--La Bonne Auberge--Paul Castaing Films
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRgug6FDDk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRgug6FDDk
See it twice, WTF.
Once for manana, once just for aujourd'hui.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:56pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 02:59pm PT
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Aha! A black and white eye![Click to View YouTube Video]That smarts, Ed! Ouch-ouch-ouch!
Flames rules, such as they aren't.Stayin' cool is a big no-brainer, cuz it's 96 outside and heading for 102. The cumulos are getting nimby today up over the smoky layer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 29, 2014 - 10:30pm PT
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neebee is another card-sharp grandmom, like my Nana.Deal 'em, Maverick!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2014 - 09:38am PT
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El Portal is spared yet one more time.
Bullet-dodging is the community pastime up there, lately.
CHICKENSKINNER!
I want to take the opportunity, while thinking of El Patrol, to thank Ken Yager from my heart for the time he has taken from his life to baby along the Yosemite Facelift. He will be leaving it to others in order to be more of a member of his family's life, which is only how it should be.
You can take a look at his FB page to see what Chickenskinner's plans might involve.
Best of luck to you with your last Facelift operation, and I hope we can get the same quality leadership in the future, Ken.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jul 30, 2014 - 12:33pm PT
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An Off-the-Wall Essay on Existence and Folly of Belief in Deities
Prompted by donini's humanism.
Everyone gets a chance to play God.
If you feel any empathy for fellow beings on this plane, you might forbear from killing them. You can be Buddhist if you want. But this empathetic response is self-serving in that it is for the purpose of escaping from this cycle, moving on to another. It has no basis in love for that creature whom you have spared, be it bacteria or roach or trophy chimpanzee or brother-man.
The role of destroyer and the role of creator are assigned to different deities in the varied religious sects of Hinduism. We are killed by human beings in war, however, put out of existence, destroyed not by a mythic being. Likewise, we are created by the conjoining of two different units, both human and, again, not mythic. Any animal is created by the same method, namely some sort of sexual or asexual act. Any plant or other living creature can claim the same for their race.
The phrase “to play God” is better termed “to BE God” when the two polar acts, destruction and creation, are being discussed, it seems to me.
We have no need for God, thus. He is walking among us dressed as the killer virus. He may come in the night and invade your home with his droogs. “He certainly looked like a nice young man, that Malcolm.”
He might be yourself, forgetting to tie in and taking the big fall, or not paying attention to your belay.
But the fact remains, and this is the sticky point, YOU cannot create your own physical self, your being is not capable of doing something if you yourself are not around yet to do so.
I won’t elaborate more. These are just thoughts I had while thinking about shaving this morning.
I’m not cutting my beard yet.
My future beyond my death is still on the table.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascal's_Wager
Have a nice day.
Mouse from Merced
p.s.: donini, thanks for the mental excursion into myself.
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