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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 02:08pm PT
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Still trying ta lurn me the way to get that video thingy to show up
on the thread.... real climbers.... I posted some thing that just sent me into the bottom of my jim beam
When the grey light of day was starting to show and life was an hour or two from starting,
To get sleep to come I would head to the turdfull thread; Gobble Dee Guk VS SmrataZs' No Climbing
A thread full of BS(where the duck would some times crap too.) 'Topeans' that I recognize left steamy Bear sized loads and the Brahma bulls' cow pies would put me to sleep which I needed
that's all I used it for
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Oct 18, 2014 - 05:10pm PT
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You are right that the moderates I was jailed to by that crew I was with that time.
The Cow ,Grack, Lower Little Bro,swan slab stuff, Ant Fanny's Pantry. the manure pile, Nutcracker et. al.
((bunch of times, that last ones' The trade route. The first thing I would do when I got to the valley would be to swing leads with what ever 'freshy' I was with until they said when.))
Many at the 'Books', Bishop's terraces, Royal Arches (serenity crack? that bashed out start thing) the fine crack to face just below it had just been done. I sent it. got an early repeat
Adrenaline (123 easy peesee a proud moment, in front of a crowd)
You asked about Oak flat? (would that be how we rapped into A Separate Reality? different trip some one slipped trying the 'head jam' rest and tore his ear,Got to meet Warner )
Try again ledge? most certainly. That is the name of a Gunks classic
I am sure that I would Have Insisted on leading It.
Green dragon to Mr Natural stands out. (and for days after) with 'Yabo' who grabbed the belay after knocking down my inattentive (to a scary degree) belayer.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 08:43pm PT
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Prine is the poor man's Prince, as I C it.
Prine's prints are on file with the FBI, I betcha, too.
He looks like a poor man's LostInShanghai, at least sometimes, in a vague Bruce Jenner/Billie Jean kinda way, nawmean?
Up on Choctaw Ridge I saw Billie Jean McAllitster beat Bobby Riggs to death in a bungie-jumping contest.
She was able to swat the water with her tennis racket three times before she was lifted back into no gravity.
And he only got two.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 10:52pm PT
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Burton Lorne Cummings, OC OM (born December 31, 1947, in Winnipeg, Manitoba) is a Canadian musician and songwriter.
Lorne Michaels, CM (born November 17, 1944) is a Canadian-American television producer and writer, best known for creating and producing Saturday Night Live and producing the various film and TV projects that have spun off from it.
Lyon Himan Green, OC (February 12, 1915 – September 11, 1987), better known by the stage name Lorne Greene, was a Canadian actor and musician.
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Geronimo!
He is a member of the Crow Tribe, and only vacations in Canada.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 18, 2014 - 11:19pm PT
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How about a date, baby?Notice the old "historical" dates, the ones lodged in the upper tiers of the pineapple-looking crown retain color. The ones from past seasons, lower down in the pattern, are somewhat darker in comparison.
http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/historic-versus-historical
There are anhistorical dates, I suppose.
anhistorical
English
Etymology
an- + historical
Adjective
anhistorical (comparative more anhistorical, superlative most anhistorical)
Not historical. Bottom line.
But were they REAL? Or were they MEMORICS?
[Click to View YouTube Video]A classic TV ad, or just some pseudo-jazz pop music player with a cool brim?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:08am PT
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Justin, Big Mike, and other bugshutters,
In the interests of relieving myself of worrying about this dammed lack of rain in the Far West,
and in order to counter any ill effects of dehydration felt from Microdot's recent fun solo run through the Fresno desert,
I thought it might could refresh a body to remember that, as Longfellow penned:
So here are pix taken on the fly,
As I was simply just passing by
On the way back to the place that I
Call home.
I'd like to thank John, driver that day, of course.
At Valley View.
Call 209/372-0200 for YNP road conditions.
In the rain, John said, he automatically cuts the speed to insure our safety (and his).
A rock no one seems to forget once they've seen it.
One more look for the road, though...
His name's not Leo, likely.
It's dried up now and has been for some time.
"Who can the weather command?"--Black Peter
"The sun'll come out tomorrow."--Annie
I would not trade any of my tomorrows for a single yesterday, however.
It's just easier taking the bus when it's raining than hitching, Bobbie.
YARTS may not 'rule' but it's as good as it gets if you haven't any wheels.
Some of you, not many, but some, would appreciate the ride up and back.
These were made on April 1, 2013, no foolin'.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 01:00pm PT
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A photo for my good buddy in Michigan, the one with the simply adorable rabbit.Get thee well!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:41pm PT
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"A science book, Galen."
"Any good?"
"Wayne Merry has a copy of that, dude!"
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:44pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, thank you...
simply funny
and: Bud E
such fun names, for sure...
almost good enough to be taco-handles, ;))
doing much better these last 3 days, praise the good lord... >:D<
good enough too, to get this coz quilt started...
:)
and next, hope to get the paintings into next phases, too...
seems they were waning, but are soon to be waxing, ;)
when they are 'new' of course, they are 'unseen' except in the mind,
of me...
and when they are 'full' they are ready to to be viewed, and sent to new homes... :)
will post a simply funny pic, soon as i can, later this eve...
my 'later this eves' seem to all be piling up these last few months, oh my...
well, i've got a goal, at least, just have not yet, met it, to cross the ol' finish line, is all... ;)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 04:56pm PT
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The race will never be over
Until you're rollin' in clover.
The pastures of heaven await
On beyond that pretty pearl gate.
When you get there and meet Saint Pete
He'll see you and hit "sins/delete."
Cuz he knows all the good that you've done,
He'll say, "Come in--we'll have us some fun."
Fish fries and barbecue all the time
A new model halo every year
And the reality of it won't matter a bit
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:33pm PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:49pm PT
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Dr. z, trying to make us think.
Where have I seen that...
Sorry, you were not done. My bad.
I feckin' abjectly beg your forgiveness.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Oct 19, 2014 - 07:52pm PT
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Go climb a t-shirt.
-Maurice Chevrolet ("some call me a space cowboy, others a wannabe gangster")
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 08:13pm PT
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Bee Happy, Make Yer Honey.
For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things
And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop, that is what he believe
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years
I'm walking a line, I'm thinking about empty motion
I'm walking a line, just barely enough to be living
Get out of the way, no time to begin
This isn't the time, so nothing was done
Not talking about, not many at all
I'm turning around, no trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line, divide and dissolve
Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Goin' down the road, feelin' glad.Got my dog, my bike, my heavy-duty aluminum foil Da Brim,
my copy of Pollyanna, and my boss is me and me alone.
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Psilocyborg
climber
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Oct 19, 2014 - 08:57pm PT
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And the heat goes on....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:31pm PT
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thank you, norm, now buy me a beer
it's a little-known fact
that i sometimes lack tact
how could i have forgot
what u told me u thought?
--Cliff E. Barred
cheers!
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Oct 19, 2014 - 09:46pm PT
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I understand 100% of what you write Mouseau. But then I learned your language early on.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 19, 2014 - 10:10pm PT
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Thank you for that, Steve.
I was asking myself, just yesterday, in fact, "Why don't I suggest to Throwpie that he post some of his artwork on the art thread with images?"
I could come up with no good reason. But now I've got your ear...I will suggest that.
But "only if you want to..."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Oct 20, 2014 - 12:35am PT
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I was wrong, MooseDrool.
People have given me praise.
Witness.
"Now that's poetry!"
Anastasia, thank you, my nymph.
It was in response to this little bit, inspired by the tornadoes that had plagued our midwest and threatened OK & TX. It's dated May 21, 2013.
Complete with video and commentary.
Here's the best advice for fights and being in a windstorm, too.
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Free the poor homeless OK cowboys & cowgirls from their awful disaster, out there where the living is "easier."
[No title]
I prefer San Jose-type disasters, like the quakes.
Cuz they give me the shakes.
Open artificial lakes.
Chase out all the snakes.
Wake up all the flakes.
All the cars put on their brakes.
End to end to end to end on the bridge intakes.
It's a temporary end to what man "makes."
One more for the road dated June 6, 2013
For Royal and Liz.
Who are approaching a fiftieth anniversary on November 17th, the same date as mine and my own lovely Lizzie's.
Hard Men and Hard Rain
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.--Bob Dylan
Oh, where are you going, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where will you be, my daring young one?
I’m going to Fin Dome to climb with the Rainbows
I’m looking for something that will satisfy a hunger
I’m seeking a power within me that will blow me away
I may not find it till I have been proven worthy
But find it I must and find it I will
If I have to climb every forested hill
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard man’s a coming home.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve been out to Tahquitz where the snow still resides
I’ve been out to the desert where there’s no shade to find
I’ve been to the Valley where glory is waiting
I’ve been to Fort Bliss and done my military duty
I’ve seen the old elephant now I want to climb one
I’ve been skiing and racing and winning some trophies
But it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard way for to live.
Oh, who have you seen, my blue-eyed gun?
Who have you met, my darling old one?
There are Fitschen and Pratt and Frost and Chouinard
There are Royal, Don, Roy, Ray, and good old Frank Hoover
There are Mendenhalls, Sherricks, Wiltses, and Gallwases
There was Mark Powell, Warren Harding, and sweet Liz Burkner
There are countless others which I can’t now remember
And it’s a joy, it’s a joy, it’s a joy,
And it’s a joy, to have led a life and climbs like my own.
--MFM
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