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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Ding Dong's Demise
Ding Dong the Dinosaur
Saw a Stepalasaurus
And sauntered along
In a sulking slow swagger
With his drawers at his ass
Like the kids do these days
The Stepalasaurus
Paid him no mind
She was limping and pregnant
So he didn't notice
As her mate swooped in
A mighty male raptor
And clamped his jaws up
Under Dino's soft throat
As Ding Dong the Dino
Screeched out in pain
The female returned
Sidling up
"I'm Stella" she lilted
And sidled away
With no discernible limp
And the lights went out
For Ding Dong the Dino
And the big male mate
Tossed Stella a hunk
Of Ding Dong's chest
As the happy couple
Fed in that way
-bushman
07/01/2016
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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 - Jul 2, 2016 - 07:27pm PT
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Nice, Twinkie-Toes.^^^
Inky-Nose
A scribe she was, scribbling and scribing all day and all night
By candle, by lamp, by hearthfire, in the sun, or in the shade,
All her days she had it made, because she held the secret of Jot.
Jot was a mighty divine non-human who sat on a throne of charcoal,
Ruled the pages of a vast domain of letters, squiggles, hieroglyphs and plain old stick figures.
His wisdom and his folly both would appear in print on proclamations, defamations, incantations, representations, and outright lies often told in bold.
Many souls worshiped each and every uttering, muttering, and chirp, but none more so than Twerp.
Twerp Sickoree, a former dancer from Manila, now a scribe, was a one-time schoolgirl but a drop-out at an early age.
When she danced, she was in heaven, and when she sat still, in hell.
It wasn't until she found the mighty Jot's truth to be her own that she came to the shores of Happytonshire to stay, eager to begin her new career.
Old Appy was a land of cool breezes and warm freezes ALL YEAR LONG.
It was vacation-land for the unwell and the disappointed and the hopeless.
There were no homeless, no hobos, no bums, no transients, only happy folk with lots to do and the energy to get it together and get it DONE!
More got done in a week in Old Appy than in all of Mexico City in a year.
By a large factor, too.
Like, for every bad thing going down in Mexico, fourteen (at last count) good things happened to balance them out and in fact create a credit for future use.
It was and is a perfect system.
But it is a closed system.
Only dreamers are allowed in.
Dreamers who don't need to tatto "Dreamer" on their arm, dreamers who are not afraid to share their dreams no matter how strange, because there are more strange dreams than there are strange people, again by a large factor.
You say you don't follow me or understand my logick?
Dream up someplace of your own and go live there.
I believe it's probably just an outlying district of Old Appy, you will find, if you aren't woken by your alarm clock.
--Y.B. Syrias
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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 - Jul 3, 2016 - 06:58am PT
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Moss is gathering.
Please exercise patience.
When the dreams and dancing were gone and I hopped out of bed this morning, the sun was not to be seen and the sky was a lot more red.
In in the sky I thought I read that the day would be a spittin' image of yesterday, weather-wise; and so far I am write.
I had made tea, and in that two minutes waiting for the microwave to oblige me, the sky faded to a duller, much-less-red shade, too brown to excite me or make me want to record it. So I sat down to the board and began typing about how Moss woke up in a hospital, but then I pulled a Gnome, of sorts.
After I got to the part about the nurse and her recent intercourse with Moss, I noticed that the sun had come up and took that shot you see. I plugged in the camera and downloaded the pic, then began editing it.
I then went back to typing, but the window had disappeared, leaving The Nurse's Tale unfinished. Just as well. This is a family thread, or so I see it. Who cares if the family belongs to that rock n' roller who eats live chickens? It's still a family. His wife has her own TV show, or did. What in the heck is his NAME?
So I should just be patient, eh? No stress and all that.
I'm good now...
So I lost the words but the ideas remain, though I probably won't use that exact one in finishing up Moss on the Falls. The title, BTW, is just a working title. I don't know that the Falls indicate anything, really, that means much. The fact that I shablet-ized myself seems to indicate to me, at any rate, that Jot is not happy and I must take another route to bring the story to its conclusion, whatever that may prove to be.
Remember, if you ain't happy with my ending, go out and write your own, by all means. No copyrights will be infringed, toes stepped on, nor egos bent if you do.
Now I must be patient and await the arrival of DeMews.
Oswaldo Sickoree and his daughter showin' off.
He played in "Geeks, The Musical." Then he died, headless, when a giant lizard came and bit off his head. Not exactly a true story, but of more interest, possibly. Hmmm...
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Well, getting back on track
It's sugar for sugar
Salt for salt
If we go down
In the flood
It's gonna be our fault
By the way, brother can you spare a dime-bag?
-Louis (don't call me king, kingpin will do) Villar
It's brother and sister against brother and sister in bitter fight over control of Frank Zappa's legacy
Funny that nobody ever thought to trademark SuzyCreamCheese
She screamed back you're cow
Gimme some milk or else go home
http://www.latimes.com/projects/la-ca-ms-frank-zappa-legacy/
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Chain Smoking Baby Girl
Looks like a tough girl
She looks like a man
Ain't got no pink pa-jammie's
And don't care for Peter Pan
Chain smoking baby girl's
On every TV ad
Just 'cause she's a baby
Don't mean that she ain't bad
Chain smoking baby
Upsets her grams and pops
The smoke gets in her eyes
When she's aiming at the cops
She tears off the filters
And chews tobacco too
She ain't sweet on any brother
What's a boy to do?
Chain smoking baby
Was ready to enlist
Until she saw the pay scale
Then she got really pissed
That chain smoking baby
Now runs numbers for the mob
Her girlfriend is a hooker
But she ain't no kinda slob
And chain smoking baby's
Parents were all upset
Then she started them on fentanyl
Now they're an even bet
Smoking ain't recommended
It plays havoc on your health
But chain smokin' baby
Only cares about her wealth
And chain smoking baby
Won't be told what to do
So try not to upset her
She'll be gunning next for you
Chain smoking baby
Is packing lots of heat
So don't mess with that baby girl
Or you'll wind up in concrete
-bushman
07/03/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Honest injim, l'm between coats, n' masking, so blind post
I'm good thru Ding dongs demise
Bingo!
go go gone that is a sad song that narrowly misses describing
A return to my hive?
Queen bee ( she 'Shs, v., Fun she fell over)
The transport provide I was chided.
Would not be guilted
If even she tye dyed did,
But o was Agassi ,
My spawn, busta', !
Must be protected to all ends, then,
Save The Children.
But tools from my grade but not station all were no shows
Next major "Daughter-In law marrying drinking into the fold
We ll be not
and have not
if the sea rises
It will be not
Be what it may
Be what it is
Depending on what the meaning of is is
Is Sea front if the ice caps melt
It will be, what it will be
After, it will be
When hell freezes over!
It will be
See ya !
This as much because I was listening to 5/15/77 St Stephen , Iko, sugar mags,
That St. Louis
http://youtu.be/Y54MN2-gRx4
Oh, any way I was ain't ing and letting some things roll that I hope to find again ,
this was the thing that was in the 1st three pages of some jumps
past the foolish, and into deeper stuff( ( Dixie cups'64(?)Aiko Iko led to strange,
then to the depraved Jamaican dance hall. Tha was deep in the history, I say WAS!
I have lost my saved file of the. Convict reggae dance hall ?
The Safari Prgram , locked up ?
Anything I tried, the History file, 'cancel' , promt, -remained on the screen.
I had. Full load saved up from April.
This sucked
by the time I had word of 'app gap-age' it was to late .
Climbing content, [Click to View YouTube Video]the sounded were not to bad, lots of shutter release in the back ground. then a recommendation,
since I know you skipped it, to go see the climbing video of
Punks in theGym' (32/13d)
Y
I was going to spare you , or save you from the video of a a guy hoisting some girl up a climb called Laurel . [Click to View YouTube Video]The guy is reef ing in the rope for the entire time top roping hauling ! There is NO climbing going on.
I left no comment
Because can't say anything nice - have nothing nice to say . . .
I can't see that or NOZE RINGZ! Either
Without stepping up to say d" Do you know where that comes from? What it represents?
It drove me mad battey in real time one hit at a time .. ..
Also, (stone stealing) neighbor banging together a Tree house or foot bridge.?
Just building noise, being ,non-quiet,
when usually it is the splashes and squeals,
Of kids watching 'fountain' type fire works, legal fun danger,
now drown out by work noise
Circular saw?!
The property is on the Flag lot past four or five other properties.
A squeeze job that is bound to fail,
and is a banned land use written in to most zoning,
as requiring special variance , and
Full disclosure.
But here we gather the builder did all sorts of "Maximization" in 1999.
Before that,back in the late 60s, our house was the
last house before the house that was Way back in the woods
as opposed to the mixed hard-wood & three types of Pines
that shade our weedy front lawn.
on a family around the pop up & above ground . .
Kids out Ac on wink wink nod nod.
Not that there isn't Real Climbing going down
There is (turn up the volume) [Click to View YouTube Video]just in the length of time she spends on the send! The guys blast thru some of that opening stuff.
I hope you can see the brilliance of the climbing on this route it is a thing of beauty.
There is series of videos from the 1st accent by Cody, ? Senior moment! ,,.
Same climb, same raw natural sound some action showing the work, before add during
The FA.
the line goes just left of a beginners climb, also a classic Andrew, (5.4). It is a very cool reality of the Gunks,
one can climb 5 easy & look over and see cutting-edge of the sport, level, climbs,
Only ten feet away. This was filmed from just of of the top of the 5.4.
You don't use the true off tan dead flesh color that was Decades ago,
but not blue paper version of jus a few years, 10) yrs ago?
that
and at least, have a chance, a chance to be with a team that won't
not
pay the refs the most next time around.
Ball trapped , hand brushed net , all players, took a 'step up' = saw / knew
It was a huge no-call.
I'm not a game coach just a Dad coach,
we tell them to play thru. That WE, the coaches "we got'cha Here",
, that is what we tell the kids.
They see for themselves the way the rules bend, as the skill set
they work at till they drop
The flaunting of the rules by the players & the Refs ruins both the amiture and pro game.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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No more shotgun for Lada Gaga.
She passed her driver's test and turned in her learner's permit.
That's a McLaren MP4-12C Spider. The Lady herownself in red hat.
(prices range up to the neighborhood of $200K)
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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 - Jul 4, 2016 - 12:35pm PT
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She didn't come down till the 4th of July.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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David Pearson and Tony Stewart
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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 - Jul 4, 2016 - 01:13pm PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Ya got me chasin' skunks,
Writin' poems,
And howlin' to this tune.
I never thought in this whole world
I'd see the rings of Saturn like last June.
I saw the planets like I never done before
I fell asleep right on the mud room floor.
I went out climbing all next day.
I was back in time for noon.
I shod the horse then bucked some hay;
I'd got a good start on the day
As I lay dreaming on the floor
I elected myself president, pope, high mucky-muck and an official bureaucrat in a nice hat.
Then I came to and wondered where were my shoes?
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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 - Jul 4, 2016 - 01:17pm PT
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Tim, you have won a package of weiner buns! YAY!
She told me on Sunday she was checkin' me out.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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I'd like to thank Mr Mouse, Mr Pearson, Mr Stewart, Honey Bunny, and Doggy Woggy for this honor, they did all the work. Now where's my mustard and taters, Uuuuh Huh?
(What'cha doin with that lawn mower blade, Carl?)
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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 - Jul 4, 2016 - 01:39pm PT
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Jimminy!
It sounded like a WAR Zone around here last night in Vegas.
Real fireworks, and guns were going off constantly till about 1:30.
Didn't mind the fireworks but the guns annoyed the hell out of me.
Yes I agree, some IDIOTS shouldn't own guns.
What CC said on the non-troll thread asking for a belay partner.
Just wanna say that IDIOTS SHOULD NOT OWN GUNS, PERIOD.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Crashes and fights, not my favorite aspect of stock racing. Would prefer a 'more intelligent class' in Werner's words to share watching the races with, but it is what it is. I enjoy watching open wheel racing as well (Indy and F1). Far less trailer trash level of spectators in that crowd.
I never was a hero worshipper or avid fan of any sport and can't pick a favorite athlete or competitor. Lousy un-loyal fan quality in this consumer, ha ha, oh well. I do have a wide variety if interests. Just few that I'm passionate about.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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WISE CHOICE BUSHMAN
I'll say why later.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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The Great, Incomparable, Classic Chicago Hot Dog Recipe
"I think the Chicago hot dog is the finest in America. Far and away it beats New York, it beats everywhere." Anthony Bourdain
By Meathead Goldwyn
In Chicago, where hot dog joints out number hamburger joints, there is one and only one classic recipe, and very little variation from it. It is the perfect hot dog.
Ask foodies around the world what makes the great city in the middle of America famous and they will reply Charlie Trotter's, Topolobampo, Everest, or one of the other temples of the table. Ask tourists what culinary wonder starts them salivating and they'll say deep dish pizza. But ask the "Grabowskis" as Da Coach Mike Ditka calls hard working lunch pail Chicagoans, and they will tell you it is the Chicago Hot Dog.
Chicago Hot Dog
Hot dog Zen
So the Buddhist monk arrives at Midway Airport in Chicago, walks up to the Superdawg stand and says "Make me one with everything." The vendor wonders how often the monk says this, shrugs, loads up a bun with all the classic fixins, and hands it to him. The monk hands him a $20 bill. The vendor puts the bill in the cash drawer and closes the drawer. "Change?" asks the monk. The vendor smiles and responds: "Change must come from within."
Posters, T-shirts, & more
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picture below, just click here.
Chicago Hot Dog Recipe
You can order a poster, refrigerator magnets, clocks, postcards, T-shirts, hats and other apparel of the Classic Chicago Hot Dog from my storefront at CafePress.com. You can order poster sized enlargements here.
T-Shirt With Hot Dog
Here's proof. In 2005, The Chicago Tribune polled its readers to determine the "7 Wonders of Chicago." Predictably the top 10 were the magnificent Lake Michigan lakefront, Wrigley Field, the "El" elevated trains, the Sears Tower, the 1869 Water Tower, the University of Chicago, the Museum of Science and Industry, the Chicago River, Millennium Park, and Chicago Blues. In 11th place was the Chicago Hot Dog. Pizza didn't even make the list. The Chicago Hot Dog is so popular the newspaper estimates there are 1,800 hot dog stands in the area, far more than all the McDonald's, Burger Kings, and Wendy's combined. To see my favorite Chicago Hot Dog stands, click here.
What makes the Chicago Hot Dog special? Like Chicago's famous architecture, it is great design. It is a juicy, crunchy, sloppy combo that leaves your fingers fragrant for hours: A garlicy all-beef frankfurter, usually Vienna Beef brand, with a natural casing, simmered in hot water, never boiled, on a Rosen's bun studded with poppy seeds and topped with solar yellow mustard, sweet kryptonite green pickle relish, pungent chopped onion, juicy tomato slices, spicy hot "sport" peppers, a salty crunchy kosher pickle spear, and a sprinkle of magic dust: celery salt. The result is a sandwich with so much vegetation that it is called a "garden on a bun". This is the recipe that is served at practically all hot dog stands in Chicago.
It makes sense. In the 1800s meat packers such as Armour, Swift, and Oscar Mayer grew up on the Southside. There were enough slaughterhouses that Chicago was dubbed "hog butcher for the world" by poet laureate Carl Sandburg. At the same time, Chicago is built on such rich black soil that if you spit on it a human being will sprout, hence the city's official motto "Urbs in Horto", City in a Garden.
Many of the immigrants who settled in Chicago and worked in the stockyards were farmers back home and they planted vegetable gardens behind their homes in Chicago. The Chicago Hot Dog was the inevitable confluence of flesh and verdure. Perhaps the city's motto should be changed to "Hortus in Pane."
Nobody knows for sure where the recipe started, but here's one credible story: Located in the great outdoor Jewish Maxwell Street Market, Fluky's was opened on the northwest corner of Maxwell and Halsted about the same time the stock market crashed in 1929 by Abe "Fluky" Drexler when he was only 18 years old. The rickety wooden shack with no refrigeration and a fire hydrant for water became known for its "Depression Sandwich," a complete meal for the laborer, a hot dog with mustard, relish, onion, pickles, pepper, lettuce, tomatoes, and fries for only a nickel.
The customary method for cooking dogs in Chicago is called the "dirty water" method. The dogs are simmered, not boiled, in water for 10 minutes. This makes them turgid and juicy, firm but not rubbery. After simmering scores of dogs in the same water all day the water is rich in flavor. The goal is to cook the meat through without cracking the skins.
Another technique is to steam them for 15 minutes. Steaming leaves the meat more piquant than simmering, with a nice snappy skin.
Some vendors roll them around on a hot dog rotisserie, hot stainless steel tubes that keep the dog rolling in its sleep on a perpetual motion conveyor belt to gustatory perfection. This makes a tastier dog than simmering or steaming, with a crisper skin, but they are not as moist and puffy. The problem is that sometimes they sit on these rollers all day and precious fluids begin to drip off.
Personally, I am among the minority who prefer what the locals call "char dogs," cooked over an open flame, to the dirty water dog. The dry heat keeps them crisp and keeps all the juices inside where they belong. It also browns the skins creating sweetness that chefs call "caramelization" or the "Maillard reaction." This also amps up the garlic and paprika. They don't plump up as much and they are a bit less juicy, but the added richness stands up better to all the condiments we pile onto a hot dog in Chicago. Voicing such a preference will guarantee that I am ostracized by the purists in Chicago. So be it.
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