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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,
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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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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 21, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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As we are quite a few of us here old farts re-farting the same old gas about the same old routes we did in our day, before out backs became significantly older, our joints noisier, and our lives maybe more complicated, I would like to say that it's greatly enjoyable.
What more need I say?
Young folks become codgers and the codgers die off.
It's a rock climbing cycle, innit?
Nawmeant?
Course you do. Buncha old ledge rats, which reminds me of Bugugaboo Spire, done with the Rev, oh, some time ago. We lived. Enough said.
There is this little video, not great, but with some charm because the "Nare-AY-tor" is British and the accent is charming.
"Glassier" gives the whole thing an appeal that is classier than an American version. He relents in the last 'bit' by slipping into "Glay-seer." No one's perfect, QED by my past accounts and mentions of our "Classic Climb and Escape From n00b Death on Bugugaboo Spire," here on this thread and others too numerous and random to either mention or remember.
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This fellow mentions the fact that weather coming in is not observable. Tough cookies. We never considered it. We were n00bs and as far as I am concerned, we beat the devil.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 22, 2014 - 06:51am PT
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This is the early bird.
The sun's rising in about a half hour.
there is nothing special about today's weather, so it is a very generic, un-photogenic sunrise.
Watch this instead. It's only from two days ago.
Have a good week.
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Please note that this is the story of USS Titanic, as you finish off that spliff, fill up the travel cup with Fogger's Mountain Grown, and head out to the garage to drive to your particular "plantation" or office or classroom.
This is not the story of the RMS Titanic, a different and much more real vessel which would never go down.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 22, 2014 - 09:31am PT
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SIR you make me CrAzy and I also Can not spell for goodness sakes lets try and explain that the
partical (spelled wrong) collider and so much that so many takors toke for granite would and
could maybe never be/... with out the thinkers Like (E Hartouni,you? ) B. Shockley and K.B
the sparkling eyes I remember of some of those guys..
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I am not worthy to try to explain what a slide rule is/was/does... to the masses here...
at least post up a picture ....please ...
and beejeebee get hit by a bus(jesus cristus) the great ones who have shook off the mortal husk this year!!!
...send out good vibes to Ammon, elcap has a BRUTAL surgery Right now
a book for you::Tuxedo Park by Jennet Conant as far off all previous topics ..and the again you'll see because you see...... thanks again for all of this every thing string Therapy
Trying to keep up but you knowmee hey hows the other (delusional me for any sake) poet Nor. weed geee? aN
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 24, 2014 - 05:24pm PT
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Into words some times no meanings are meant to be hammered, driven by a hammer,
A snails pace is zee dawgs breath
Booty is removable gear, stuck, left in place
From the same stock, early iron
This rurp has cousins that are wilting
Stuck in views that are so much more grand than this
The last flakes of rust, invisible
Until one is
Almost eye to trinket
It sits, a split rock, between
Country hillside road and a newly widened highway
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The sunset was a fire at zee veery ehndh
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 28, 2014 - 10:07pm PT
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Hey, Tom, how many vees in Wavy Gravy?
Two, FuzzFace.
How many ars in RURP, then.
Got me there, CancelAdams.
Mad Blotter's puns still haven't lost their stench after all these years.
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