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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Jun 17, 2016 - 09:53am PT
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^^^ sun in the corner pocket ... brilliant!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 17, 2016 - 09:58am PT
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The gears of the DMv, are grinding me slowly into pulp.
The de militarized Vacuum that is the Connecticut division of motor vehicles
has been in the news for all of it's SNAFUS,
but to experience fist hand the poor communication between the various 'units' of the bureaucracy is maddening.
I showed up - all paid up - with bells on - at the courthouse 1st thing this morning. When the prosecutor saw me and my paper work, she had to run the whole thing thru again.
Finding no violations.
Then when I explained the 20% surcharge that was tacked on to the tax on the car for not having switched the out of state plates in a timely manner, was what had not been asked for, so was never, until now, paid - she audibly sighed, a computer communication thing she instructed me on what to , where to. how to, ask for the documentation that said I was suspended.
Then pay to put that on my the docket ($60) & again before I've been suspended- pay a ($179.00)
Re-instatement fee, and that I had to go on-line to file any & all future transactions . . .
I said No
No, really -
I'm here, at your demand, with proof that the car is paid for, and the driving privileges
where/are not suspended because you have no proof they were- no notice has been generated,
or sent to me, but I will gladly answer to the judge.
Prosecute me,
I want this ,
my day in court if I have to wait, all day today, I will,
the judge can figure it out or not, I'm not sure ?
but prosecutor please prosecute me.
She was then willing to drop all the charges, clear the record, expunge the yet to be issued suspension , and in writing re-instate my driving privileges,
if
I would track down and get the notification of suspension - Pay again, and come back to court at the end of the month- some time, - to be determined on Monday.
I will do as asked, but I'm not going easily into this dark night,
I told her that I will do as she asks, & I will call two news agencies,
get an Ombudsman, to represent the drivers of Connecticut, as well as gnome,
and make sure it airs at 5 & 10, and on the 11 o'clock news.
I have proof of registration, no violations that are actionable
& if I was Military, had a law degree, or the money to hire a power law firm to make hay,
this would all go away.
A cop run society ron-amok oopsie Run amok, see that ?
I can't even spell it
Bureaucratic,
Hey Big Cat, mouse ,
should I also put this rant on your new thread?
I'm at the mercy of the scared to drive driver
& two teenagers in the sweet heat of the 1st week of their summer vacation.
so I'm not going to be down for much day time posting . . .
or I will be ~ and if so you will see so , see`ya, yu ole' salt
Old crow Medicine Show,
Life Is A carnival for sure,
gotta' watch your pocketbooks `n wallets &
don't think you can throw that ball thru that hoop,
The ball is to big to fit ~ you rube.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jun 17, 2016 - 10:53am PT
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Mr. McRuff for President
My dog is being prosecuted
For dog barking after 10 PM
The animal control officer
Said ignorance
Was no excuse
For ignorance of the law
My friend
A light bulb hung above his cranium
It needed to be changed
I told him so
He looked at me
As though I were an alien
Deranged
Bureaucracy
B-U-R-E-A-U-C-R-A-C-Y
Think about it
Bureau crazy
It's not a word we should have to know
Let alone a thing
That ever should be
Legislated into law
By a group of folks
Who long forgot
What a person is
Or what we thought
That the right-hand not knowing
What the left hand is doing
Is not a service
Justifiable
Not a liar in the land
Oops...
A lawyer doesn't understand
Every law and every rule
Enacted into law
No person could be expected
To ever know them all
That alone is proof
Saying ignorance of the
Law is no excuse
It's just a bluff
Mr. McRuff
An irrational reason
For a regular revenue
To pay the people some
Serious salaries
Where none ever were
Once due
And now all o them outnumber
Those who work and those who pay
Providing us with services
And food to eat
Every day
And clothes to wear
Upon our backs
Working for the gov is nice…
If it didn't take 300 laws
On how to freeze water
Into ice
Saying nothing of the nightmare
Dare I say the name?
The DMV
I'm better off
With nothin on my back
But I'm going off to work this morning
Sporting my new flour sack
Mr. McRuff
Ain't he tough
He'd sacrifice it all
Johnny Law ain't had his rabies
Vaccination
No not yet
So McRuff forgot Miranda
All he saw was a great big Panda
Who got out of his truck
Like he didn't give a f*#k
And he said bite me
Ignorance of the law
Being no excuse
“Love my dog as you love yourself”
It's one of my new laws
Stick that in your juice
Now ain't that enough
To give paws?
-bushman
06/17/2016
(Disclaimer;
No dogs were actually barking after 10:00 pm for the making of this poem.
Poems are spontaneous and do not require an appointment but dog barking is by appointment only and may lead to tooth marks, overdose, heartburn, impotence, irregular heartbeat, adult diaper leakage, and shortness of breath).
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 17, 2016 - 01:10pm PT
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Don't Correct My Grrrammar", or More Doggerel, Gushman?
Come the revolution not televised
All barking dogs will be advised
To not poop where tiny ant lives
And to not split infinitives
Woofing warns but not so tuff
Silence, now, good McRuff
Along the watchtower you may prowl
See things there that bring a growl
At the moon please do not howl
Yipee, yipe, what's in a vowel?
--MFM
Sly and the family stonemasters - somebody's watching you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb5moqslJM4
The Lyrics
Pretty, pretty, pretty as a picture (buncha exhibitionists)
Witty, witty, witty as you can be
Blind 'cause your eyes see only glitter
Closed to the things that make you free (don't blame Obama)
Ever stop to think about a downfall (hubris prevents)
Happens at the end of every line
Just when you think youve pulled a fast one
Happens to the foolish all the time (smart/foolish OR stupid/foolish)
Somebodys watching you
Somebodys watching you
Somebodys watching you
Somebodys watching you
Games are to played with toys etcetera (or piles of dog poo at ten paces)
Love is to be made when you're for real
Ups and downs are caused by life in general
Some are yours no matter how you feel (cop to your own oopsies)
Shady as a lady in a mustache (it's from Maybelline)
Feelings camouflaged by groans and grins
Secrets have a special way about them
Moving to and fro among your friends (one step ahead of the curve)
Sit. Stay. Embellish. And NO BEGGIN'!
Good dog.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 17, 2016 - 05:16pm PT
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Brew haha.85° and we have reached our expected high.
Took a bike ride to the Outlet and stocked up on food. Taking time to relax and get mellow.
I made the rooftop scene this morning at 5:30 and the climb up the fire escape ladder was FUN (a bandit climb) mainly because I wasn't gasping and wheezing at the top.
It's so-o-o refreshing up there, the breeze a bit chilly, light creeping over the range, while the pigeons sit anticipating their cue to circle in sun-welcome.
It was a lot like a summit.
This chair aerobicizing is doing me lots of good.
I do this yoga thing, holding the back of the chair lightly, closing my eyes tightly, then raising my heels slightly, and letting go with the hands, trying to maintain balance for as long as I can.
And a lot of wide stretching of the arms, lifting the knees and holding, but only till I feel somewhat pushed. Then I take five and blow and breathe.
Then, whatever. I'm not hitting the ramp on the bike but every other day, average.
Numbers are all good, today's O2 saturation was high for me, at 95%, BP at 94/64, weight at 183+.
Boomer, my dad, was always checking his BP (I could say he was a freak about it and would not be far off) and doing his exercise routine at the fitness club regularly, but only in his declining years.
He always carried his "survival kit" when traveling to Mexico or Pahrump (Vegas), or Wawona or Grayeagle. It was in a leatherette case, containing shot and 'jigger' (1.5 US fl oz or 44 ml) combo in steel, corkscrew, bottle/can opener (zBrown, you owe me one can opener), mixing spoon, and a copy of Mr. Boston's Bartender Guide.
He only drank beer just so often, citing his need to maintain his girlish figure.
His mantra on the golf course, laid on me at a tender age, was "Boozers are losers." Which is why he carried the survival kit, so he could ply his friends with that which made them easy marks for the little "nidgie" bets, like closest to the hole, any sandy pars, and anything else bettable.
"How may birdies will be in that tree on the next hole when we get there and you're stymied?" Sh#t-talkin' old spider, he was.
But he mixed the best drinks--Silver and Goledn Fizzes, and martinis that made you DRUNK without knowing it!
"Good drink, Boomer. Call me a taxi."
Wishing you guys all have a happy day with the family this Father's Day.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jun 17, 2016 - 05:50pm PT
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Trying to get me to double down huh. Such a hoi-ploy.
(zBrown, you owe me one can opener)
Ha. I wasn't born yesterday you know. I can even remember back when John Bachar used to shave on TV.
It was, how you say, so essential, yet optional to say the least.
How about a little wager on whether the NBA will take my advice and move G7 to Europe?
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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Jun 18, 2016 - 03:22am PT
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Mouse
Great pics from Norway. Who is the photograher?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2016 - 04:08am PT
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Don't have an idea, but Gooble Trollryggen images and they are all on the page. You may have to scroll a tad, but look for yurself. Ehjoy that. I did.
Such a marvelous place to see.
My early climbing days, Drummond was epic-ing on the Troll Wall and I read about it in Mtn. mag.
I called him "Troll-a-go-go" but can't think why.
There is a mountain in this dawn shot taken from my window. I got this result by using it as my desktop background, turning the lights off and shooting it. I used Photobucket tools till I liked what I had.
"Is it the sun or is it the moon? That is the question."
Ha en fin dag!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 18, 2016 - 05:59am PT
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From my place in the garden, a shablet entry
The quote below is from Ghost's must read, thread titled "Ironmongers In Dreamtime".
(Also, linked in the ~ Sonnie Trotter , Will Stanhope, Totem Pole thread, that has an excellent Video)
I Read, and read; it goes for 6000 words( a guess, I did not count 'em)
I read it twice with a break or two during & in between,
One of the best, of three or four things, that I've come across relating how a certain age group of climbers, found and feel,
about the waste of all society's normal tenants and justify becoming the Conquistadors of the winds, rocks & high places.
Guilty of trying to slay the impossible. . .
(before all this & that ~ reams of information ~ courtesy of the internet.)
The “collective social dreamtime” that I speak of is epitomized by climbers grouping together in tribal fashion. From Camp 4 in Yosemite to the Heights in Llanberis to the Pines at Arapiles, the rituals and the totems of belonging remain the same. The guidebooks, climbing magazines, and a gigantic body of climbing literature have become the archive of its existence. However, the personal dreamtime is to be found in a more savage suburb of the heart: on the climb itself. And to paraphrase a famous remark once made by a particularly self-serving and arrogant prime minister, going walkabout wasn’t meant to be easy.
To create one’s own dreamtime is, of course, a contradiction in terms — the traditional dreamtime carries with it the implication of inheritance. Nevertheless, the allusion is not entirely without basis, however personal. I still draw spiri¬tual sustenance from pivotal moments experienced on various climbs; and if this sounds like a lot of mystical non¬sense, be thankful you didn’t have to listen to me in full spate a quarter of a century ago.
The main reason for making this allusion is because of what I see as the connective power of climbing — the manner in which it can create a bond between the climber and the landscape. This bond to and with the earth is central to the dreamtime.
I am not using this analogy of the dreamtime simply because I am in Australia. Nor am I using it as small change in the cheap contemporary currency of those who wish to appear environmentally holy. And I certainly hope it won’t be construed as one more simplistic championing of the old noble savage routine — an alienated and condescending construct if ever there was one. No, I am using it because it is the best example I can find to illustrate the aspect of climbing in which I am most interested. G
An amazing post, I will link when the opportunity presents it self.
http://thenosev2.pairserver.com/climbers-forum/2292864/Ironmongers-of-the-Dreamtime
the totem pole video thread:
http://thenosev2.pairserver.com/climbers-forum/2830717/Sonnie-Trotter-Totem-Pole
&
http://thenosev2.pairserver.com/climbers-forum/2292857/Bouldering-with-Socrates
and, from that fugdup felines' share
climber
Topic Author's Original Post - Jun 17, 2016 - 08:25pm PT
Klamath
http://ksfilm.org/watch/
Now and then I make like a long lost friend, to some, I am
Why. Have we not spoken much lately?
Is my reprobate, parked east coast, ass a disgrace?
Did you get that Evel & Gnome went climbing, my shoes
All my kit really, caused regular peels of laughter. In between fascination
At the 1st gen, worked into oblivion condition.
Apparently rounded cams are no good? Who new...
between beers, A case of cheap cans, people throwing my gear away into the woods
'cause the stiff spots in the webbing was a concern( not to me)
the thrower then giving me what ever the current desposibal dental floss is?
to make up for it,
all of it?
it was not a favorite moment. I fell off ~where one must not~ On a 5.8!
My Over weight ass need to be hauled up six feet! Not epic. Just embarrassing.
Unless, you think that a nod to the wife as I left in the morning when she handed me
Her To Big for me, but 3 years' new almost un-used harness, to use.
So if I wiggled it slid over where ,a glutamus maximums used to be.
This was not a problem to me, it made others throw up there hands,
and insisted I add a chest sling,
I proceed to climb the rest of the day (2climbs, 4piches)
in 15 Y'R old Dot rubber, smoothed to flat, Scarpas 'Mojito' approach shoes.
I'm the king of used climbing shoes & dude, I had no way
of knowing that you had a vertical belt sander. A pro! I know you told me
that you could do resoles, & had done lots.
I have to without success. 3-4 pairs, more than 20 yrs ago so that is why I doubted you.
That was a big mistake. Apologies and a beg your forgiveness please.
I have just sent a paypal payment and am waiting on some 25 year
old used shoes from Mnt Prj,
I have a small foot that I broke all to fck, yrs ago it is a true 39.5 while the
normal, full range of motion, left foot is a 40.5. So that's is what I ware.
With a plastic/leather orthotic stuffed into the right shoe, to take up space.
I no longer make the claim that :
"if it is sticky and stays on my feet I can climb in it"
I'm to old for that hero sh#t, I need stiff board lasted properly fit climbing shoes.
How old are those Aces, size 8?
That is the 40.5 thing do you have 7.5 in a right shoe or boot?
When/if the purchase off the m project, gets to me if,the Scarpas,
( I hope they fit ) need a sole can you do the fix ?
Anyway I'm missing - lost in my mess,
Your facts
Your info please.
If my lack of classical religious faith has us cross fences I would be
Very sad. I respect, and had a religious background.
I have a personal realationship with Jesus,
I was saved, born again, in the late 80s went to church just last October,
if that matters.
I am very conflicted
my . . . .?
this got strange,
so I'm stopping .
, ,. ,, ,, if anything I've said or done has you putting me on that list,
I beg you have pity it must be the flashes, or the bashes to the head I have taken.
oh, & I now blame Mike Paul, Watusi, for sending me on Loose Lips,
I think it must have been his good idea,
as memory fades that still was not funny! 5 foot 3 inches,
I came so close to taking that fall,
it remains A nightmare that I have in times of high stress.
Repeating myself, with that loose lips crap.
Hope you are well, that your pain is not swelling the knees
(I phooked-up mine planting trees)
Get out in the heat? ( I'm not good in that +85-90degree zone)
Seems like the high country or inside.
Be well see you in the funny pages.
With real love & affection
Your east coast reporter
Un stoned for the moment, ( I bought the used shoes instead )
From small rock hell
Gnome
Not edited for rational thought, or typos. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2016 - 08:16am PT
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 18, 2016 - 08:31am PT
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Awsomouse, those sunrise shots ! bravo ! and as much as you se a gnome likeness in that red topped steeple I see mouses everywhere
Just now, back from The Mall, a stone throw from my clamberin area of choice.
Photos and some coverage pending edit due in a few hours.
Last night this morning the boob tube kept me company describing it the
Start of the Peterson Hot Rod show, & it's creative originator, the gems of vehicles he has collected , value vist to that museum.
Hey ya know the Travalosity guy that is himself a gnome, that's me, no license , I was tempted to point out I can be loaded up. Luggage, or tasked with carrying a case, to join the gang.
The Guyman mentioned that it would be a blast to watch the sunrise shine at Shut-Eye Ridge
Where I read what was pedantic, that was a hard read is linked in
The figures on a landscape thread,
post #309, The Fry buddy
who has every right to be hurt/ pissed and INSULTED by those he shared with as he shared a rope with me,
a tiny spec of a scary kid, alone in a campsite for six,
and who's pain Iknow all to well, left out when in fact one is the Originator,
for It has been & is being done to me.
I have put up a new route (or many) in every climbing area I've climbed at including a FA on sketchy gear in the choosy rock of the Owens River Gorge.
Credit ,
I never cared till I fell and became a half roc-jok,
now here is the link to the thread, a great climb that has raised a brew-ha-ha that stinks of piling on, or of rotting F head.
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/473535/Figures-on-a-Landscape
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jun 18, 2016 - 11:07am PT
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Eyeing me the hounds implored what treats or comfort I'd provide
A vigorous scratching rub down suades them both for now...
But scratching my head does no-thing
To loosen the barnacles adhered within my mind
So searching for solvents in the shed I find
A toxic elixir of turpentine
An old can of cracked and lumpy varnish
Some spider poison
And a splash of diesel fuel to mix together
As I stared into the twilight
Visions of my saga wafted up from the bucket of vitriolic brew
And then I knew...
So it's time now boys and girls for another embalming installment of...
The Flamenvix
(Hunger Flames)
part V
Again in darkness I remained and for how long I could not know
What felt like years was only days compounding fear that would not go
And worst beyond my quandary was the gut-wrench that I felt below
To know not of my comrades fates instilled my heart with woe
Which served my thoughts to summon something deep inside and held in check
I clawed myself free from my ties and loosed the tether at my neck
I groveled to the cavern wall and gathered myself from this wreck
Which the Flamenvix had left me in my confidence now a lonely speck
Before our bold adventure to investigate this urchin's nest
We'd been warned by local gentry to beware what devils we should wrest
But young and bold were we to sojourn to this grotto on our quest
Unknowing the Gruelfaschen's chamber held for us a ghastly test
I clung to hope in blackness now as though it were a withered vine
And knowing soon the Flamenvix upon my wretched soul would dine
I groped along the chamber wall dragging the tethers on behind
And wracked my brain for as to what inveiglements I would design
(To be continued)
-bushman
06/18/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jun 18, 2016 - 12:51pm PT
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Ah, Im not sure I hope this does not interrupt the train,
choo choo or not
but this thing always grabs me as a great start ,
compared to the Vertical Limit;
gear fail~ fall onto each other ~ Cut the Rope ~ sequence.
The very cool camera angles,
and the near perfect climbing till the 'Jump' & then again after,
well?
watch and see what y'all think.
Do you think that Jeff C. was the stunt coordinator?
Would he or anyone know who did the climbing ,
Where how & when?
Im going to ask some time soon
Enjoy or not
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2016 - 02:28pm PT
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Meet Javi.[Click to View YouTube Video]
"Javi's good today, aren't you, Javi?"--MJ at Hyde Park, Get Yer YaYas Out
My focus is shot, I need to go read Tolstoy.
I prefer Bushman to Tolstoy.
I Hate Plastic prefers paper.
I prefer being hardly visible to being the center.
Hardly Visible prefers...what, besides relative anonymity?
I prefer Burnt Sienna over Baby Rat Brown.
Edmund G. Pat Brown preferrd them to be Democrats,
but he was never one to miss putting it to some Republican.
zBrown is HOW TALL? And where is the "Secret Tattoo"?
And why are the Warriors underperforming NOW of all times?
Which lead us to the question:
How many ancient philosophers does it take to change a light-bulb?
Four; one to change the light-bulb and three to say "Yes, Socrates," "Well done, Socrates," "Good job, Socrates."
And which brings to mind this question:
How many boulderers chose to become boulderers (at least in part) because they got sick of hearing the word 'Take',
only to be plagued by a rival gang of monkeys and apes
while having to watch a one-off ad hoc performance by street players
giving their take on the play called 'The Seven Octopi'
featuring Brad 'the Glad' Pita as Achilles,
who challenged Kletterschue the Wild Man of Bohemia to a midnight revel at the base of The AcroColumn,
only to have an overzealous wench named Metolia,who is the neighborhood watchdog (and she IS a 'dog')
and who thinks chalk is akin to grafitti
and so she brings in the hoi police, Gratis and Grampus,
to make a formal arrest, or at least scowl and howl and wave their arms?
Yep, I think that is the question.
Final answer.
MFM this day
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jun 18, 2016 - 03:22pm PT
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How many ancient philosophers does it take to change a light-bulb?
Though some saw the light, I'm pretty sure there were no light bulbs in those days. Silver hammers and razors, yeah, they had 'em.
I think this guy was shooting for the beard thread, but then he thought better of it. Did he have a concealed weapon permit?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2016 - 04:38pm PT
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^^^If hed had a hammer...they'd have drummed him right out.
Craig is ugly.
Craig Fry, on the other hand, though no Adonis now, was quite Kalephic.
Not my photo nor Andy Fielding's photo but property of Crag Mag.
Even Lizards Fail but they get back up and try again
Adapt or die, little rainbow-tails.
That’s what, long-ago on ancient crags--
which today are long past the talus stage,
well on their way down rushing rivers
on their way to the beach
or some cobble-field in Snelling--
ancestral high-climbing saurian types of the smaller size
were driven from the jungle to the safety of the heights
by various terrible and predatory beasts
looking for a snack, any snack,
but mostly only when the sun shines..
Warm-bloods are yet to be seen on the face of the earth.
At the time, they dwell in the sea.
The air surrounded that grandcestor on all sides.
He found his tail to be useful for counter-pressure
when he had to crane his neck
as he scanned the floor of the wide valley
his grandcestors once cautiously roamed.
He may have thought, “It’s a jungle down there
and I never liked the fare, really.
The menu up here is just dandy.
It must be the altitude, but I feel dizzy.”
And he cautiously turns back up the face of the cliff
and looks into a fissure and sees dinner.
In he goes, creeping on his toes,
sure of himself and his stalking skills.
“I’d like to see a snake do that,” he thinks
as he munches and crunches his prey..
Then along up behind him comes a big black mamma snake
who is ravenously hungry
because she has her belly full of eggs.
End of story?
Might have been, but the lizard only lost his tail.
“Karma, Sharma,“ he thinks,
after finding safe haven with the Skinks,
who live on the dark side of the cliff.
Yes, his name was Sharma, BION.
And there is a moral involved here, but I need to figure that angle.
There could be more than one moral, too.
Then I’d have to squeak on morality,
but there is a moratorium on morality...
and
THE EVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!
This tail is not yet done.
It may even grow back.
We may hear of how
Sharma learned to climb a crack
in style
when he met Chuck Walla
hunting in the same crack
in the Wind Rivers.
To be continued, or not, that is the question of the ages.
So stay tuned on The Flameses' pages.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jun 18, 2016 - 05:07pm PT
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THERE IS A STORY
told around ancient cooling lava beds
about the time Largissimus challenged Sharma MMMMV
to a push-up contest.
The prize was a beauty named BellaBelly.
Sweat, not a sign, as L passed 1,000,000.
Sharma just kept a steady pace
and watched with no sign on his face
of worry that he would lose to that race,
and he knew that he'd ace
this bragadoccio pinocchio.
(L had a habit of lying
around in the sun working out,
but then most lizards do,
so it was no big whoop-ti-doo.)
Witnesses said it was a mischievous grin
and not bliss on his face,
but it really was only the set of his chin
which protruded a bit more
than that of his rival.
It later ensured his survival
and the Largissimus passed into the past.
But this paleo-karma was a turning point.
It really really rocked the joint.
We'll hear that one later, alligator.
I could tell you who won
but that would take out the fun
and you already know that the Largissimi failed
and the BellaBelly & Sharma kids dominated
all the world.
But, then there was The Day of the Iguana!
All hell broke loose.
But it's censored.
How many desert lizards does it take to put in a bunch of screws in CosmicCragsman's shoulder?
The standard surgical team. He was out like a light.
How's tricks, Trumpius cosmicussimus?
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