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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:08am PT
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hey there say, mouse... just stepped in, to say hey there...
say, love that LONE crow, on the top of the tree... :)
not quite a 'crow's nest' but a crows-nest, it be, ;)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:30am PT
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I post a
lone raven
too
the secret is out
onto
the mind
a yhing to waste (deep meditative OOm placed Here)
VS
politics
Go-b el dee guk
therapy
for the
unquite mind
and insomnea
seeds of madness planted here
serve well to bring
a small chuckle the rest of the long day
Baseball....chuck
He chucked it away
Chote
chokes
and chucks it away
Game over after skin your teeth back
Giant S choked first C
and weedge he no like baseball I wonder /bet ?
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:42am PT
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What are you people doing up? My excuse?
I'm 'aving a pint and fish and chips in London.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 06:20am PT
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wading for our chips to come in
(u dropped one there, reilly)
and the rain to fall
no problem where u are
our drought continues, not abating
it's really, reilly, so frustrating
twirl ur brolly three times widdershins for us blokes
count the number of its spokes
and take a pint for us
give queen bess a buss
and enjoy ur stay
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 15, 2014 - 11:52am PT
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eWipeout
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:02pm PT
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Surf's pup.
Before we had the Darwin Awards, there was this event:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Reilly is in England trying to get this event resurrected as a much more PC happening, involving twits of all kinds.
At the moment it is considered "ineffectual property."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 15, 2014 - 03:51pm PT
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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
1 Cor. 13:11
St. Paul was a notorious stick-in-the-mud. He lacks joy, though he preaches love. How sad.
I've been making soup today.
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I've been going from one thing to another with no set plan today.
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I don't use a recipe when making soup, either...like a kid might do.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'm happy this way.
I'm making quartz and quartz of zoup, then freezing it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 15, 2014 - 04:32pm PT
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Times were more simple when we were children. Remember:
"all around the mulberry bush, donini chased the weasil"
(why? you'll have to ask him, I never thought to then and would be embarrassed to now)
so whither the weasil? can we gat an amen for eBonics?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:17am PT
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Norwegian
Trad climber
dancin on the tip of god's middle finger
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Oct 16, 2014 - 05:26am PT
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cowboy dreams are never cooperative.
go get 'em mouse,
round 'em up.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 06:14am PT
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yee-haw, boy!boy, howdy!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 08:17am PT
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zOrro
eLzOrro
zCaesar (zCaesar_salad was invented in TJ you know)
zCommerce, zBay, zSpn, zZRider, studZ Terkel
from the "The zWax Museum" (interesting note: studZ was an attorney, not a scientist - go figure)
[Click to View YouTube Video]
and who can forget zantZinger (me apparently)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 08:26am PT
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eWipeout Take II - Can anyone classify this move?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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EZ PZ.
"Oops zDaisy."
Technique invented by Tom & Dick Smothers for cravis rescue, so it's not really a move but a rope maneuver.
Speaking of pumas...
Boy, howdy![Click to View YouTube Video]Yee-haw, girl!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:26am PT
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Need I say foxZ ladies? Would zantZinger have beat 'em with a cane?
I wouldn't touch 'em with someone else's stingZer.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 16, 2014 - 11:42am PT
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WTFin'A - I had always heard that the Fifth Beatle was white.
In this, oh so obviously, photoshopped rendition they succeeded in Michael JacksoniZing Richard into a white boy. Not Ringo, man, the other one.
Just a quick question, (I've heard it pays not to be too inquistive in these partZ (well ok as long as we're here is it true partZ is partZ?)
Are those a pair of locker re-soulZ that Ringo is wearing?
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 16, 2014 - 02:05pm PT
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A Troll, caught by the dawn turned to stone.
(That is what happens to them if they do not hide before sun up. It's a family thing, goes way back. A Bilbo Baggins Trick ,,)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 16, 2014 - 04:50pm PT
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"Mah friends, listen to me now and believe me later..."
Dog With A Blog, from DISNEY!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYoIO8_IEVs
It's a puerile piece of typical Disney "family-style humor," this series about a talking dog (a friend of a talking carrot, a relative of the talking yam from above).
neebee, I hope you will watch it, please. There is a clown painting in the clip which is frightening, if one is as sensitive as zClown.
I was feeling pretty low this morning. Laugh, clown, laugh.
The ancient elevator in the building (it goes all the way back to the twenties) will soon be renovated; the project will take around two months; the management is offering relocation for those tenants with problems ensuing (handicapped and wheelchair-bound and those like me who suffer from breathing issues) from climbing stairs. It's five stories and I live on three, that's not so bad.
My main concern with accepting other lodging for two months centered on my new bike, Electra the Graceful, as to where to put it. Carrying it up and down three flights of stairs is not to be countenanced. It turns out that there will be a bike rack installed in the lobby, so this made me decide to stay in the building. I'll be able to lock it securely and not hassle the enduro-climb.
My breathing (COPD strikes slowly, but perniciously) is seriously going to hell--at least it's more noticeable and more annoying and more frustrating than ever. I am hardly ever able to draw a breath without noisy rales anymore, accompanied by bouts of coughing up nasty stuff and it's really making me lose a lot of rest. It may be affecting my appetite somewhat, too, but I'm still eating raw foods, mostly, so that helps. Some of you who saw me at Facelift know my speed is slowed way down compared to "normal." I can't keep up and gotta go my own speed.
Anyway, I decided to stay. There is a hernia operation pending, too. I don't know how that may affect me as far as my mobility is concerned, but it's going to limit it for however long and however severely.
I want to assert that I am not whining, looking for sympathy, or seeking help. I'm just layin' it out there what's happenin' to me so rumors don't start a-bounding. My sit. has the pot. for depression, but I'm not letting it get to me. I look at that card, think what a wonderful world, and want to stick around to enjoy it as long as I can, ill or not, mobile or not.
I think of the song Black Peter a lot. It's an easy tune, I've listened to it hundreds of times. When I look at that card, I think, too, of how much pleasure I've had meeting the members of "The Flames Gang." I have yet to meet Jaybro and neebee and JohnTP and feralfae and zBrown.
I hope that before any of us pass on to the future life, that this will be taken care of. Life's been good so far: My troubles haven't been as great as some of the rest of you on the Taco have experienced, let's put it that way.
I want to say hi to Amyjo, too. The day we went birding out on the river and to Hornitos lives fondly in my heart, just next to the City of Rocks Expedition with MooseUse to visit with yet more of the ST crowd, and alongside the Oakdale Climbers Festival with all those dozens of fine folks.
Speaking of which, I won't be going to the OCS this year--the ladies will have to find someone equally good at shooting your fair faces and forms (and I was so looking forward to that, too). Instead, I'm resting my bones in Middle Earth and being "sedate" and not going far--the store, PO, maybe a turn around the block or over to Reinero's, but this hernia's no joke and it's getting me down just thinking of it and the upcoming procedure, whenever the VA gets around to me.
No day trips to the Valley, certainly. I may talk to my sister, Lenna Lou of the Lieback, and possibly take a week or so after the surgery to visit with her and Ed, up in Cedar Ridge near Sonora. This is a good thing, because we have much to talk about since none of our planned get-togethers have panned out this year. I think, though, of our Nana and how much she missed her sisters when she was on the road with Grandad, out in the West building dams and highways and SAC bomber runways on Guam. Part of her story, believe me, because a glass of wine alone is sometimes one's only solace.
I'm not forgetting the Road Trip to visit Cosmic; nor the one to visit Ron A and Max and SallyO--both last year, and T Hocking, yur not chopped liver--Tom's Thumb was unbelievably satisfying, if too short a trip. All these were doable only because I had some wheels. If this seems maudlin, it is. But better to take this opportunity NOW, than to let it go till it's TOO LATE.
I've been spending too much alone time in graveyards, I suppose. But when I'm dead and gone, it will be the same, because I don't want no plastic Jesus grave marker. I want the solitude of the High Place, the curving moraine below the SW Face of Mount Clark mentioned by Clarence King in "A Sierra Storm." I'll be comfortable there. It won't be that big a change from my life as it is.
Conversation between myself and the stars above Yosemite might be as much or more fun than dealing with the stars whom I have mentioned here. The big bonus might could be meeting up with my Liz once more, laid to rest next to the San Andreas Fault at Seal Rock on the Great Highway, maybe down by the Farallones in a few million millennia. Quien sabe, amigos?
Serious sh!t from Mouse from Merced. Thanks for reading this.
It's been perking just below the surface like a weak Yellowstone mud-pot a long time; and now the stink is let out I feel lots better.
Solomon Burke, Jennifer Grey, Patrick SwayZ/Cry To Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pouIFiaIig
It's time to say welcome to GOD, Gnome Ofthe Diabase, too. You're just what the Doctor ordered, dude!
Throwpie, you are chopped liver, my brother. :0)
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