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mouse from merced
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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:13am PT
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More I-Ron-A? Dude, let's go out and play!
Amen. I say, on Sunday morning, Amen. We can get in nine before the little woman gets home from mass.
Or get in that new choice route down by the old van next to the river.
I'm on the same page, in your corner, singing the same chorus...
Bust one for Chi-town, boys![Click to View YouTube Video]The jingle-jangle of a thousand lost souls!
Gettin' on up!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:40am PT
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I thought the 's' meant secret. Kinda like a members only thing.
Has anybody seen Andrew Staples?
Why, is he missing?
Courtesy of mouse (the other one & Kelly)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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I heard The Old Cheese Factory got fined for selling newer than old cheese, a false advertising claim, brought to court by Cheeses of Nazareth in the Mission.
Zeriously, Mouse?
Fazeeshushly, cBrown.
Cheese is a staple here in Middle. Especially Pepper Jack.
But not that pimp calls himself Pepper Jack and talks about himself in third person. Mouse don't like that "motherin' sh!t."
I won't mention "Fraggle Rock" in his presence, cuz PJ, he love that "Fraggle Rock."
I think Fraggle Rock is igneous, so ya gotta use a Bic, just to start. You end up so bent and wasted and hooked that you work your way up to a Bessemer Converter.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 10:59am PT
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Joe Capra's light shines in this vimeo.
http://vimeo.com/30581015
Iceland. Home of iced coffee. The Iceley Brothers, too.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:10am PT
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This may be some coprolitization going on here.
This nipple has to be unscrewed, but so far it has just "screw you" to me.
Drilled a hole in it, put in a bolt, the bolt bent.
Aren't there a lot of bolt drillers on this site?
Next step? Why the old pitman arm puller trick of course. Screw the little nipple into the big nipple, clamp it down tight, put a breaker bar and ratchet on the bolt. It seems to me that maybe this was designed to last forever (obviously the designer needs to study metallurgy a bit more).
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I would advise against staying tuned. This is gonna take a while.
EDIT: Researching this task - oops - courtesy of "technohead"
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:14am PT
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If you choose to wait, then for your entertainment pleasure, this was popular when I was growing up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:17am PT
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I got my eye on you!!!
Glue the gun, now. Shoot him when he runs out of rope.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 11:28am PT
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Gilaffosaurus rex, from the CosmicCoprolite himself!!!
Dwain's the King of the Manips, a sub-tropical paradise-dwelling sub-tribe of the Supratacos, who dwell in the ethereal and speak in the 'Sublime dialectic.'
Good luck and put a new cap on the pipe when you are all done in there. You may need a snake. Call on Whitemeat.
I did not know that there is a Largo, MD. 20774 20792
Sho'nuf is. Seeg and you shall find.
Silver Bullet Band/Live in Largo 1981
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnUjWgfzYvg
Goin' to Katnapdu.
Namoustay.
Naw, gotta get my feet elevated, my mind out of the gutter, and c about some Datsun Z.
"No one needs me anyway."--Bob S.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:42pm PT
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http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/13122779
Larry Jokes about the rain at Sky River.
"What a great name!"
Larry 'Hoad/Scuz/Jokes/Moab' Jones, one of the cast of Apathy House, had lived in Seattle, in a slough of despond, making frozen pizzas and filling feather pillows to get along, driving a bunkum Oldsmopile, and reveling in his freedom from enlistment in the Nav, participated in Sky River.
He also got the luck to have attended Monterey Pop. This was all while I was doing time at Sandy Eggo, the next thing to Leavenworth to a lot of souls. Really, I didn't mind. Larry was always the cutting edge in our clique--the first to get Butterfield's LP, the first to get told to get a haircut by the HS dean of men, the ONLY one to have attended Sky, Altamont, and Monterey, and the only one to have driven a Studebaker in HS. A Commander, naturally, a naval officer rank.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 04:53pm PT
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For to make up for Ron's faked "Loss of Sack."
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Even Royal's had jelly for legs, bet on it.
He's smiling because he remembered where he saw Andrew Staples or he just got a cold weenie from that chick.
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Roger Breedlove
climber
Cleveland Heights, Ohio
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Sep 21, 2014 - 05:50pm PT
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Hey Brian,
I just got the connection of Strange Brew and the new route you and I climbed in Tuolumne and named for the song. Who else was with us? I am not so sure that the route was that good, but the song is still great. Where did you find that clip. Do you know what happened to the route? I only have very old guide and it is not listed. Did we record it?
ps: It is Roger, without the clutter of the hard consonant stop of the vowel.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 06:07pm PT
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Say there, Big Haystack.
From Big Mike's and Sandra's Too-Long Gong Show,
or
Sandra and Big Mike's LIVE Facelift Odyssey!!! as it is more popularly known.
I've had several complaints about the length of this tr now.. I agree it's a bit of a gong show, but i was sick of using the thread function for my live tr's because: They only seem to attract a select audience, and they get buried super easy. If you look at my profile, it looks as if i never post any because they are all in threads!
I really don't want to start a new report halfway through, so i think the only way to solve this dilemma is for those who would enjoy being able to skip to the end, to ask the mods to modify the tr function so it does that when you click the numbers just like a thread would, or segment it into pages when it goes over say, 100 posts??
Obviously if things don't change, i won't set it up this way next time. Bed's made now though. Time to lie in it.
Good thoughts, Big Sandy, aka the team of Sandy and Big Mike--and which of you decided on that billing? Or is it simple Canadian politeness?
Gonna have to light one up and talk this over. Thread length is crucial in weaving historical events together to form the fabric which eventually goes into a quilt someplace.
I been lyin' here on the bed of The Flames a while, looking at neebee's hand-stitched quilt, much of this aft, my feet up and mind elevated, tryin' to come up with a way to match you guys' effort, but the only thing I can do is to do what I been doin', throwing snowballs at the King fire, like.
Live it like you mean it, your life, I mean. Your life is important and your history also. It's ephemeral, but who's gonna care in fifty years, two centuries, or the year 2525, when donini will still be alive?
Let me show an exotic, somewhat grotesque example of how far ahead in time my thoughts have roamed in thinking about this lengthy tribute to Big Mike's bigness of heart and Sandra's "silent" (I'll just bet!) partnership.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Are you gonna let her get a word in, or has Miss EdgeWise decided your mouth is big enough for the two of ya, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 09:22pm PT
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There's only one Roger, Rowjay!
Man the side for our pilot, who shall guide us in berthing, birthing, and see us into Mobile Bay for the assault on Bermingham, which will be consumed by the flames of...
Well, as I recall, it was the Bircheff brothers, you, and I. It was the first time that I had heard the name Stately Pleasure Dome, and I'm pretty sure the approach was one of the easiest, while the climb, maybe not a dog, but indeed a strange mutt.
You did this mantel thingie off the deck, which slopes and needs a spot as well as a belay or you'll land rollin' and a-tumblin', and THEN get arrested when the rollin's done.
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You might get creamed on the rest of the pitch, an overly taxing jam of weird dimensions, like 2.5 to wider and it's tracing a line up and to the right of where you entered it off the little ledge that you manteled, turned around on VERY delicately, and placed some sort of CLEAN pro in the bottom.
Then I crossed myself and breathed.
Believe it, afros are heinous, because the brillo effect forces your head away from the slightly overhanging wall, your nose is likely to get gobies, and the sweat, OH, the sweat!
But Roger was not sweating, just cool as Vanilla Ice.
This was pre-hip-hop, guys.
Stately as a diplomat in the enemy's court, Roger hoisted his frame into the crack and began jiggle-juggling up, one foot lower for to keep him in, and one moving up in the diagonal crack.
His achievement was the next belay, a good ledge, suitable for a company of four. The BrosBircheff made it fine, being more acclimatized, used to the rock of Tuolumne, and were pretty much there full-time like Roger.
I thrashed the crack, hung on the rope, and felt really thrashed and somewhat abashed in such pleasant company on such a stately if modest one-pitch route--I had become a 'weak-ender'; but one among many, I'm sure, who have had such an experience.
It was about this time in the meid-seventies that I realized that I maybe had made a mistake in marrying so young, not the person, mind you, just my decision. I really wanted only to climb a lot and work little, but I made my bed.
Wow. Blasted from tequila. But it's fun to visit with Roger. And Peter Hahn. And others who share a certain vision of how to conduct themselves.
I'm not sure of the clip you mentioned, but I presume it's one of Cream singing Strange Brew. I'll have to check, but in cases like this, as in golf, one should play a "provisional" ball, in case the other is lost, which is part of the Rules of Golf.
Is there no one willing to initiate a booklet entitled The Rules and Etiquette of Rock Climbing by Roger Breedlove?
My provisional video:[Click to View YouTube Video]Unlike the song, the route, to my knowledge, was never claimed, written up, Cumminsed, or mentioned outside of this thread.
Maybe it ought to be ignored?
"If the shoe fits, it's too big."
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