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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 16, 2014 - 12:16am PT
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"Cheese!"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2014 - 09:32am PT
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For Garth, Bart, and Calvin, All-American Boys.
And All All-British Boy Band lovers.
Tell me these men are not boys at heart.
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Oh, never mind...
It doesn't matter:
Easy come, easy go.
It's easy to blame old Scaramouche for anything, did you know that? He's like a blame figure, and is described in texts on personality.
Blame = Intent + Consequence - Extenuation - Personal Goodness
This being a formula acceptable to most academics, feel free to use it to bargain with next time you are faced with being banned from ST.
You need to work on CMac's and the moderators' "impression formation" factors and WORK IT, BABY! "Moderate the moderator" and "Impress the Boss" with your lack of deceit, your gormless behaviour, especially if you're British...like Blakey, say... and show them a lack of fear...hey, I could care less, because nothing really matters...and modesty...that's a toughie for many of us, admittedly...and you'd be surprised what you might get away with.
You'll want to avoid being perceived as "sneaky and deceptive." It might be more to your advantage to be seen as "cowardly and boastful," too. It probably depends...so wing it till you're sure, then go ahead, like Davey Crockett said, and keep that coonskin cap pulled down tight.
You don't want to be called on all four traits as that is surely gonna work against you. A "sneaky and dishonest" dude would seem to be more acceptable (they've done probes on this in their orbiting space vehicles, too, as well as at UCB and other hot spots of personality study) when probing for dishonesty in the personality of some other dude who is labeled as "sneaky and dishonest and cowardly and boastful." That guy has to go sit on the Group W bench, sorry.
I have carefully assembled pics to either prove my position, improve my position, or to impress the ladies.
Just trying to get everyone on the same page, in the same litter box, and telling the same relatively harmless 'truths.'
And just being 'nicer' and thus becoming a true 'person of interest.'
Bankers and lawyers excepted. And the leaders and the parking meters and anyone else who can afford to buy their way out of their problems.
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Ask not what rSin's forgotten, scrapped, and probably illegal programs might have done for you, but what they will do for our Taco.
At least the man was honest and stuck to his guns (which were really loaded with blanks).
And his intentions were good.
Later on The Flames may have a presentation of Shades of John Gray. A little taste of things to come:
http://www.quotecollection.com/author/john-gray/
No graphs. No tables. No chairs. No fees. The Free U of Taco. Middle Earth campus is only like Columbia U in that it's urban. Well, rural/urban. See me at Facelift to talk about YOUR personality and anyone else's, for that matter. We'll 'shovel some dirt.'
Just remember, "Payback's its own reward."
"I AM NOT A THIEF. I'M a cowardly lyin' s.o.b."--RMN
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 17, 2014 - 07:36pm PT
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I'm feeling a little uninspired this afternoon, or evening.
I've spent a lot of time sleeping to make up for my recent insomnia.
When I awoke, just over an hour ago, my thoughts drifted to coffee, tea, and more rest.
Then I noticed the National Geographics.
"Deja vu one more time."
But in the early eighties. Likely, listening to Queen and not to Ween is partly responsible, and no offense, Psilocyborg, it's just me and my ears, not you and yours...yours are far younger and hear more.
My hearing is distorted by mental echoes.
But before I begin, let me say bravo to the moderation committee for doing away with the notorious Locker-look-alike, tamph91. No offense, Locker...he was by all reports as handsome as Hugh Grant, but he had a problem with hookers, hook moves, and his kids kept reporting on his activities to the Mrs. He was bound to fall.
Baslow Edge isn't so high. He may have lived through the experiences he had here on the Taco. I believe I'm the only one who fell into the troll trap he set.
I was so happy that I at long last got some z's that when I awoke, I made some iced coffee. Sumatran? No, Colombian, "the bes' kind."
Unfortunately, the only photos I have of Colombia are of Columbia.
And I have no interest in the town up near Sonora, the tourist trap to beat all tourist traps, but a good source for the study of America's unrestricted greed.
As to the coffee I'm drinkin', it's not decaffeinated. Who needs that garbage? I'm kind of picky about that. I feel the process robs the cup of its taste and me of A FIX.A stimulating afternoon at the Tokyo House of Klatsch, where customers pay to be buried in coffee as a medical treatment. Dont try this at Starbuck's.
Yes, Mount Pinatubo's sulfites are in most of our coffee, Ron...as are monkey-doo and tigers' hairs and rhino droppings, also.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumatran_rhinoceros
Coffee is way better and more stimulating than rhino horn, a huge scam and a serious breach of nature's peace when bought on the black markets of the world. But rhino horn is not just used in that way. In the land of Yemen, the ancient home of coffee, they prize these trad knives, the handles of which are made from a rhino's horn.
Attenborough and the blind rhino calf.
http://www.wimp.com/rhinocalf/
Stay tuned for more from the Down to Earth Geography and Coffee Company, brought to you in part by Fletcher's Family Tours.
http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g294226-d3329613-Reviews-Down_to_Earth_Ubud-Bali.html#photos
I need to go a-johnning, so excuse me for a bit. Amuse yourselves. Get happy!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 05:13am PT
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Ah, DMT, it's all burning up, what isn't burning down.
You knew it would happen this summer.
Let's hope it ends in a flood, because that would be something to write home about.
I hope the 88 remains un-charred this autumn.
Michael Kennedy of mercedmusic.com posted these and I figured you'd like to see'um.
44 years ago on Highway 88.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Aussies, the Eighty-Eights.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 05:53am PT
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This was the day on which the Rev picked me up and we drove to Hunter Valley to see that burn and its damage--it was a pipsqueak compared to the ones we have going.
Thanks, God.
Big Mike & Sandra, drop in if you can.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 18, 2014 - 09:46am PT
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...............Smoke on the water...................
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 18, 2014 - 01:07pm PT
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Like, Man, A Simple Timely Metaphor
Big Mike's and Sandra's Odyssey is a new forest fire burning in a straight line, uncontrolled and igniting all in its path.
The Flames is an old forest fire which began decades ago, then went underground for all that time, smoldered in the coals of yesterday, but which has re-surfaced and now has burned too big and they can't figure what it will do next or where it will break out.
And Kerouac started it with a roll of TP and a cigarette butt.
Ten million bucks bail! Sheep-DIP!
This version is amazingly clear or the wax melted from my ear.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 19, 2014 - 10:48am PT
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Weird stuff happens - Sept. 19, 2000. I had forgotten all about this.
Paul used to date my sister-in-law and drove the street sweeper in La Crescenta. His death in Goss Canyon still seems to be a mystery.
Cave Death of Diver Still a Puzzle
Accident: Paul Hayden, a highly trained Air Force rescuer, lost his life in area he explored as a child. Family and colleagues are stunned.
LA CRESCENTA — The accident was freakish enough--a diver getting trapped in an old, murky well, his safety rope hopelessly tangled as he fought for air.
But the fact that it happened to Paul Francis Hayden, say those close to him, is truly unexplainable.
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Hayden was a U.S. Air Force pararescue jumper, a member of one of the most elite, best-trained units in the military, a tightly muscled 39-year-old who plunged from helicopters and swam against currents and hoisted hurt fisherman from frothy seas.
Hayden died Sunday during a recreation dive in Goss Canyon in which he suffocated in an 85-year-old abandoned well blasted out of a mountainside.
His colleagues at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson, Ariz., were stunned when they learned about the accident. Hayden, who joined the Air Force's equivalent of the Navy SEALS in 1986, was a full-time pararescue instructor known for his caution and reserve.
http://www.itrsonline.org/PapersFolder/2001/Lonsdale2001_ITRSPaper.pdf
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 01:28am PT
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For the Youth of America today.
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Get yer mind off of the nineteenth, my friend, zBrown. It does no good. Everyone dies; but I can't speak from experience.
If you pledge now, to aid the (my) effort to free the "something something something"...and vow to be as antagonistic to LEOs in general (not just the NPS) as you can, you're going to that Big Beautiful Vee, the vale Yosemite, as a reward for lack of respect for authority..
Flying nearly 200 mph, you're gonna be the Jefferson Airplane's idol!
Two hundred a month! And women!
They don't care what you do or say. It's paradise!
[But check with the Official Scorekeeper.]
38 men in the ground crew?
He's the same rank as the fliers?
He's the only one to free the Stovelegs?
He's one of the leaders of technological technology for the USNPS's elite LEO Force, the LEO/NPS(SAR)?
We will lick the Axis, meld with the Matrix. and may even qualify for Captain at forum thiry five a month.
Listen to Jimmy Stewart as you would to Chuck or to Chongo or to Chuck Chongo or to norwegian, but remember, YOUR wings are waiting
cuz yer gonna DIE!
And everyone gets as many wings and ribs as they feel like havin'.
Halos are never free, however.
And later this morning, Welcome to the Taco Pig Bird Rally!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 05:40am PT
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Boring, I know.
But here cometh the flocking birds of Friday's Mourning Show, brought to you by Dove Lotion.There were no hawks lurking this mornng.
Dove Lotion #9.[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 20, 2014 - 08:37am PT
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Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. Oh! Who's to blame?
Rope up out there on those "free"ways
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 20, 2014 - 09:45pm PT
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I posted some pix on Facebook.
neebee commented grate job
MooseDroll commented I have strange taste
I missed GLee at the Amtrak tonight.
He arrived and looked around for the Red Roadent I drove last year to Faclift. He didn't know that I'd sold it and was on my way walking over there from Middle Earth.
We just missed one another, I'm certain.
The train station and I are not on the same page, here lately. I must accept my tardiness as the base cause of this situation and move on.
Looking on the bright side, there was an exceptional sunset tonight and it was very dark over the Sierran heights, so much so that it was an unbroken wall of grayness tinged with faint glow from the lowering sun, one which made me wonder if it might be a bad night in the hills, with lightning. God, not that, PLEASE!
It was a bad moon a-risin' early this morning, though, an orangish crescent.
There was a peaceful protest march against drugs, led by relatively quiet motorcycle enthusiasts (who I didn't bother photographing since I got lots of shots from 9/11). It was noonish: The Farmers' Market hadn't closed yet.
I liked what I saw from my window later after coming home from the depot.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 05:32am PT
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"It started in Poland as cheese, but it ended up in Belgium as copralites [sic]."
Whatever they are.
And that ended up asGoprolites. Whatever they are. [Click to View YouTube Video]
No controversy, zBrown simply is not spell-chucking at his usually excellent eighth grade level. I cannot help, as a freind, intervening.
Coors Light, anyone?
For much of its history, Coors beer was a regional product and its marketing area was confined to the American west. This made it a novelty on the East Coast, and visitors returning from the western states often brought back a case. This iconic status was reflected in the 1977 movie Smokey and the Bandit, which centered around an illegal shipment of Coors from Texas to Georgia. The company finally established nationwide distribution in the United States in the mid-1980s.
In 1959, Coors became the first American brewer to use an all-aluminum two-piece beverage can.[3] Also in 1959, the company abandoned pasteurization and began to use sterile filtration to stabilize its beer.[3] Coors currently operates the largest aluminum can producing plant in the world, known as the Rocky Mountain Metal Container (RMMC), in Golden, Colorado. RMMC is a joint venture between Ball Metal and Coors, having been founded in 2003.
In the 1970s, Coors invented the pollution-free push tab can. However, consumers disliked the top and it was discontinued soon afterward.
Coors Light was introduced in 1978. The longtime slogan of "Silver Bullet" to describe Coors Light does not describe the beer, but rather the silver-colored can in which the beer is packaged. Coors Light was once produced in "yellow-bellied" cans like the full-strength Coors, but when the yellow coloring was removed and the can was left mostly silver, many dubbed the beer the "Silver Bullet".--Wikipedia
Negra Modelo, anyone? Is the moon over the yard arm yet?
Sliver Bullet, anyone?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 06:47am PT
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I'm not just meth-ing around; most of what I do here seems to lack purpose: That's a surprise?!
It's not Wikipedia, here Flames-wise. We don't need no stinkin' verivacations or citations in most situations, because if someone calls us on "facts" they get a free one of these. Just one, for now, and another if you need one.These make terrible bivvy food, BTW. I found this out with Millis on the scenic West Face of the Leaning Tower of Power.
We might have had a better time with this fine product.
I was e-chatting with neebee about roaches and bicycles recently. And in a way, cabbages. She mentioned her garden and how it's nearly time to prepare it for the winter, or something like it.
I want you to know, neebee, that we will send you a Facelift postcard, signed by the Mice and any of the posters who can manage to find room on the one I have selected to send from the YOSEMITE POST OFFICE:
YNP, CA. 95389
To TV producers everywhere:
Avoid Spelling Errors. Stop casting Porosity, Charity, Tori, or any other of your cherished little darling daughters, in lead roles.
zBrown has no problems there. As I indicated, There IS No Controversity. there IS, however, a Naked City and it's across from Yosemite Lodge.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:List_of_controversial_issues
So, before you accuse me of anything, go and take a look at that list, then take a look at this:
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"And don't call my daughter no more."
Winging it this morning with iced coffee.
Naked City Blues
There's a place where we all go
Among the pines and the LEOs,
Sweet home, in Camp 4.
When I'm walkin' there,
Yeah, I walk real slow.
When I'm walkin' there,
Ya gots to know.
My feets ain't fast,
And my guitar hand,
It sure ain't "slow."
My feet ain't fast,
They're just real slow.
They move to their own rhythm,
And it's real slow.
If I were a sloth, pretty mama,
There'd be just one toe.
Tomorrow is Monday, spray day, not today, as I said earlier. I lose track of the days now I'm retired. What you have to look forward to may be different. Keep eating that gingko biloba and drinking strange herbal teas and run screaming whenever someone lights a cigarette, which might just be more effective in the long run than a lecture on the evils of smoking in public from a tobacco nazi ever could be...
Tobacco; coffee; and let's not get into guns, as that would be controverting, which, when all is said and done, simply means denial of the truth, or 'turth.' Besides, we've talked about bullets, so there, Ron.
Remember, good spellers are just lucky to be wired that way.
Feline, run away!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 08:33am PT
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Coprolites from many animals have been found, including dinosaurs. Dinosaur coprolites up to 40 cm (16 inches) in diameter have been found, probably from a ...
Sounds about right, but obviously the author is not aware of the alternate spelling opproved by the Fecal Analysis Consortium (in Belgium, 1945).
Below: North Dakota "cp's" (also an approved version). Give me a home where the buffalo roamed.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 08:48am PT
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Bambi's mother, you gum-toter. :0)
Pampered little baaam'bi,
Couldn't say bird.
Traded in flower
Got a raw turd.
"Tur-DUH!
Her name May be Faline, Otay?
Or May Baleen, in which case, we have reversal of evolution. Whales once had feet, but slow feet, probably.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:00am PT
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Maybe this grp.
Fall Line Rambler.[Click to View YouTube Video]She had some pretty salty licks.
"You fell for that old line?"
"No, I said I fell on The Line at the Leap."
[Click to View YouTube Video]These boys are from Virginia, Sally.
Pet Miss Sally, please, Ron?
"One for tomorrow, and one just for today."
Two fall lines, see. One which demarcates higher ground by a sharp declivity. Another, which water flows down the easiest, seeking its own level, and which a golfer checks when trying to sink that BIRDIE PUTT.
He gets down. He gets down. He gets down, down, down, down.
[Click to View YouTube Video]But Camillo is no motley. In fact, he's a sharp-dressed man and you know all about that, don't you, Mr. Mound House Fashion Plate?
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