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wilbeer
Mountain climber
Terence Wilson greeneck alleghenys,ny,
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Dec 16, 2014 - 11:28am PT
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Glad you enjoyed,as were my friends at Cornell.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 17, 2014 - 01:26pm PT
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Damn, Sam.
"Menacing clowns" in Wasco could be oxymoronico in Mexico or Dandy Eggo.
What's next--"Laughing gas."
The gigolos and the clowns all do tricks but they look menacingly when
You never turn around to see the frowns on the gigolos and the clowns
When they all come down and turn tricks for you
You never understand that it ain't so grand
[And that you have the responsibility for your own edutainment]
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Mime me a meme. Try doing it with one hand just for practice.
But you must not use the middle finger--because it's trite, hackneyed, over-used in everyday communication.
And neebee does not approve of it. But I've been a good boy this year.
Big "Badfinger" Mike was the last image of one of these "salutes" that I posted.
Meldown: you have lost communication with Spock.
Nonversation: conversation that seems meaningless or pointless.
Netiquette: blend of 'network' and 'etiquette'.
A set of rules governing commonly accepted appropriate behavior or courtesy
while on the internet.
The absence of physical presence resulted in a distinct idea of 'appropriate behavior' among netizens.
I've been bored all morning long today and feel like just clowning around; but I'm smiling, not menacing.
The weather's fine, almost smiling,
but the clouds are beginning to look menacing,
or a new pack of them, at least.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"No one can see what the future will be..."--not even the weatherman.
Not even Mother Goose.
See MG & G strip number eight: http://www.grimmy.com/search-grimmy-archive-results.php
Laughing gas overcomes pack of clowning menaces.
Grim grins greet EMTs on arrival at scene.
and don't forget that the joker laughs at u--and he's winking eye-ronically, not menacingly.
(GOTD, it seems that I've run out of adverb privileges now this week already.)
Ha=ha=ha, hee=hee=hee, ho=ho=ho.
Hank Ketcham, Mr. Wilson, glad to meet you.
I'm looking for little Dennis Mitchell.
Mrs. MItchell pointed over here.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 17, 2014 - 02:42pm PT
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No baloney Tony,
that is some adverbial sheet
back always that preggars couple ?? I've seen that shot before?
and as since now that they have all been well tagged I have not exported a picture of you!My
Bad!
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 17, 2014 - 03:39pm PT
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Don't we have enough words already, so that we don't have to have people inventing new ones?
What if the combination of them (not saying they have, but just a what if) resulted in one or more oxymorons?
I think it can safely assumed, but if not we can always argue over it, there are also enough morons in the world.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 17, 2014 - 04:16pm PT
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hey there say, mouse... :)
ahhh, being a good angel, is a good angle...
and say, i found something neat in the store...
so thus, a little reminder, is in the mail, :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 05:16am PT
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The lost sketch. The last sketch. The lust sketch.
And the list sketch.[Click to View YouTube Video]
And the lists keep coming.
The angels could chant them to the deity for eons of time at a time.
Wings was the name of one of the restaurants at the Van Nuys Airtel; and the VN Airport. the other was called Amelia's. Bothe were owned in part by Jim Shirley's family.
That old air-poet is where parts of the film Casablanca were shot. There was a little grass shack out on the tarmac they called Rick's Place,
used for greeting the guests of the airtel (another made-up comboword) who taxied up to the fence and tied down nearby.
And it's all in Lost Angeles.
Draw up a list of cities in this country which are named for saints.
Or a list of places in the country whose **names end in "o." I made one for California alone some time ago. It began in and around San Diego and moved north to Oregon.
Hello to la chica de Chico--speaking of angels--and to TT, who can sing like the devil.
Wasco & Kokomo, named for the old clown
Moscow in Idontno
Sand Ysidro y San Yskidmo
Fresno & Camp Fo
St. Joe and Tahoe do not qualify.
San Francisco Luis Obispo de San Anselmo
Frisco and Dago are swabbie lingo.
Don't forget the Ghetto or the Grotto at Fisherman's wharf.
The Cental Valley valley cities of Fresno and Modesto and Sacramento
Igo and Uno
Please pardon my pecadillo and pass around the halo for pennies from heaven.
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Captain...or Skully
climber
in the oil patch...Fricken Bakken, that's where
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Dec 18, 2014 - 06:29am PT
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Have a safe journey. I'm headed the other way, to the Great Prairie.
WooHoo!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 07:12am PT
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Would love a pot of JAVA FROM JAMAICA right now; or a pot of Major Dickason's blend from Peet's.
It's base is Jamaica Blue Mountain, but it's known to vary, so they sometimes use a substitute as long as the same flavor obtains.
There is a town called Blue Mountains in Ontario, Canada. It's on the Grey River. The Blue and the Grey.
There are the famous Blue Mountains near Sydney, Oz.
There is a Blue Mountain in Norcal.
Blue Mountain is a mountain in the Crystal Range, a subrange of the Sierra Nevada. It is west of Lake Tahoe on the western boundary of the Desolation Wilderness in El Dorado County, California. Wikipedia
Elevation: 8,773' (2,674 m)
Mountain range: Sierra Nevada, Crystal Range
Here is a great shot of a blue mountain in SoCal.
http://zanzinger.photoshelter.com/image/I0000utc9_2BYerc
There are Blue Mountains in Middle Earth, around which the Battle of the Sudden Flame was fought.
http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Dagor_Bragollach
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Very nice post, DMT. TY.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujò de la Playa
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:11am PT
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What position are The Flames taking on this Cuba business? I don't want to buck any trends.
Roger that? Frente unido, no?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:40am PT
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Gray 'n greenish blue.
Old Blues.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 09:35am PT
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Can you see it? Dominic, it's our future. Cuba. Ninety miles away, no godamn justice department, no FBI...
Hyman Roth, an investor living on his pension
Yes. We have Moe Green bananas today.
I loved Our Man in Havana by Graham Greene.
I've never had a Daiquiri, a fish taco, or a Havana cigar. I hate cigars, but they are just cigars.
What does this country need?
It might be a slippery slope going into Cuba. All those banana peels. We should have a rope and some protection if we do enter into some agreement with the former rebels. Or their kids & grandkids.
It has a good reputation for LARGE largemouths, I've heard.
Now I can believe the stories after seeing this video.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Quiet. Don't spook 'em. No trolling, either.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 08:23pm PT
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neebee,
You shouldn't have, but thanks.It is strange how things happen in "waves" around here.
We were discussing angels yesterday and who shows up in the snail mail today?
This mouse ornament with halo and a bell.
He's no angel, though, for he has no wings.
I suppose he figures he can cop wings by ringing the bell enough times.
What he's actually accomplishing For others who have died and gone to heaven is beyond belief...
unless you're a fan of Frank Capra's wonderful movie. (I forget the title.)
Angel Wings.
Future fancy Festus feast for some peckish raptor.
"I think you-know-who saw us." "Ack! Let's beat wings!"
Capra was no genius, but I think that Hawks was one.
http://www.google.com/#q=list+of+Howard+Hawks+movies
I had a Happy Bird Day this morning.
No kidding. A couple good shots while watching the birdies--NOT a gift because it took a long time standing in the window waiting.
And waiting.
A new calendar from the Historical Society for 2015.
A new pair of warm gloves from Shelley in the office downstairs.
Another Christmas card (this makes two, one from that Michigan angel and the trad one from Aunt Marg in Redding).
This ornament.
I'm also guaranteed a ride on the second of January to Fresno VA for a pulmonary function test and they want to discuss a defibrillator or pacemaker...uh-oh, nobody said a word about this, the doctor wrote me a letter. I'm sure glad I'm not pregnant.
Hey, the ornament DOES have wings, after all! Either I didn't see them before (my eyes are 'slowing' with age, see), or it's some minor miracle on N Street.
EDIT: I can't live with having this tree-topping bird's identity being in question. What I thought was a hawk when I made its photo may not be one at all, now that I've cleaned up my images folder from yesterday and have had a night's refreshing sleep of four hours.
And so, I must issue an apology to the birders out there, and am calling for an identity. All our probs should be this small, but MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA. mfm
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 18, 2014 - 09:49pm PT
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weejust appreciated seeing weej's finger again
'slient partner' saw it too
but he's a swede across from a turn-up and a rootabooger
unlike strawberries
all this leepering into space requires
is to be faithful to one's other inner self
he hears voices which like him
u take a leap lover's faith away
and replace it with trust, crust,
and a yen for some 'tang or other
but that requires definition
and nobody has access to weej's personal dictionary
i'm not up in the air how i feel
i feel with my fingers
and i envy the fuelish man
who persists with the inventage of words
in spite of the spell chucker in his pewter
all those red squigglies can't make him retrack
his train goes somewhere special
at midnight or five a.m.
it's always on time
depot boy is never too deep
and he's never too high
just like the forked ribber
which he lives near bye
if he were hermetically zealed in a scarphogasus
he'd still find a way to go climb
and stew and spew on supertoopoo
gald to have u on board
the the special express to noplace special
is boarding on track 4 at 4:20
it don't matter if u are late
or have no bread to feed the bear
just sty where u are and it'll show
yes
it's coming
and then going
in or out
2 or from
1 of these daze
we'll meet and share some Tang or other liberations
till then keep spraying to the commie beetlejohn linen
he'll keep ur word-turds
streamin' by
euell be able to keep on pluckin' gems
from that stream of un-consequence
many parts of speeches are full of hiddenness
but many parts of those parts are legible
thousands hide in desoulation wilderness
and so 'tis no wonder u live where u doo-doo
typing is dry work durin' a drought
iwannabeer comes knockin'
easin' silent whispers under the door to my upper rheum
but i'm ignorin' the bastion and tryin' my best
to have an honest conservation here
f u f u don't mind u fing pisstiche of excuses
4 u i have no uses
i haven't need for liver disease
which'll killya
i hope i die screamin' fallin'
in a silent night of stars and galaxies
it's a quick end to a long OT thread
and beats the f out of dyin' in bed
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Dec 18, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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Might as well ,by that I mean that to get a compliment wrapped in
But weepy, Moose hurt as that was not hard to find.
three o'clock in the morning the girl I would marry and the girl that played the roll of Gaurd Chick and I are driving down or actually up the Kankamangus Highway in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
Heading north at this time of the adventure I get to try and cop some sleep if not an enjoyable cuddle curled up in the back seat.
Gaurd chick is with me and The Girl is driving.
As I and the stout one get to rubbing, she groping, the car slows and stops.
What?.
Are we Busted ? it was the innocent cuddle ing of ex Es and still both of us
she, and to a much lesser degree I, . . . pulled apart.
HMm made me think . . .
She . . . might may be like Like LOVE Me That Way!
WHY was she stopping the car?
Was she going to tell us . . .
Get A Room!
or
are you guys going to go through with it ?!
Did this mean that my shot was shot before I got the gun loaded?
Why did she stop the car?
. . . . . .
Hoofs on pavement, even the velvet coated pods of A moose, are unmistakable.
The shadow the size of the car , a small wagon, had been following along side for half an hour?
The whole time that Deliela and I were feeling in slow motion the car had been going slower and slower!
We , all three had an uncomfortable laugh.
My girl was scared of the shadow that was trotting along just off the snuggle corner of the car.
Now that we were stopped the cow moose was sniffing the car.
We opened a window and the moose stuck her head in !,
so and so can you guess
I have had A three some for the ages
A hot blond(who just might?)
A stout, groping, Irish red head (we were done)
And a Moose (well... her head came all the way)
In the window moose drool!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2014 - 12:05am PT
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See CosmicCragsman with his hand-crafted sure-to-please-the-pickiest-boogers on the make for kleen ex-es or winders kind of peeps.
It's too bad he hasn't marketed it.
Peeping, China capital of the World, has lots of dirty smutty winders.
He'd make billions and billions
(of Chinese wake up earlier because they might see the sunruse through a clean pain of glass).
CosmicCragsman-o-man Collation & Blast-the-Glass Winder Wonder. It's also a potent chick magnet...but I'm not sayin' it will replace moose antlers as an afro-dizzy act. Moose look strange out of place and time with afros, even though they have no defecate of funk.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Moose saliva is easily removed from window glass.
Watching a funky moose get down is not that easy to remove 'fro the psyche.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Dec 19, 2014 - 01:33am PT
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Roddy Jackson in the center of things as usual.
There is an "elephant in the room" in the form of a B-52 or KC-135 tanker.
For what it's worth, I'm in Middle Earth for the simple fact that I know it well, and my sentimental fondness is being gradually replaced by something greater.
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