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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 17, 2016 - 03:31pm PT
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Roll them dice three times and while the sun is up not set? Not rising? Shoot take a shoot
= only one left to post how is that brainwashed vacuous waste of resources' picture here no border or credit!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 17, 2016 - 03:40pm PT
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Is that what stripping a well fitting picture was meant to convey? I missed it but okay I'll repost one or two of your snaps, if that is ok with you.
Ok, 1st the one closest to the one that is gone But I looked at some 1900 snaps that was the one I liked second , well third best so here's my favorite
A Gnom-Ish, kind of a formation in my humble opinion.
thanx for playing Locker.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 17, 2016 - 03:56pm PT
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lock, lock, lockin' up heaven's door
-Fra Serra
God said to Abram
"What was that about death and mercy?"
Abe said "man, you must be putting me on"
"Just Play it in D and shout out to The Rev (not that one, Gary Davis)
And see that me grave is kept clean"
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 17, 2016 - 04:12pm PT
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Well I had it comin'
I knew I shoulda hung onto that TOM CAT shirt - it would be vintage by now!
Vintage Tom Cat Brand Wildwood Production T-Shirt Medium
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 17, 2016 - 05:18pm PT
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This weekend, and lately, I've been wondering about the validity of my views. That my thoughts might be more reflective before opening my trap or posting opinions with no self imposed safety valve or edits. That my words might be more well chosen. I've been questioning a lot more about myself and the world in my thinking. It's depressing really, to second guess my well rehearsed personal philosophy and maybe conclude one more time that I don't know squat. But, I guess that I'm a minority in that respect. Anybody caring to chime in here about that be warned, I spook easily.
To Get a Grip
The impetus more reticent
To focus with all due respect
That I could be
More circumspect
Some people say
Some never change
A conclusion on
Which I should reflect
I'll visit this
A year from now
The truth revealed
Then I expect
-bushman
07/17/2016
(With edits)
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zBrown
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Jul 17, 2016 - 08:41pm PT
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Mystery girl plugs in around 4:30
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Cornelia Redmond-Chavez ???? aka Cookie V.
March 12, 1999
Cornelia Redmond-Chavez's stage presence as a background singer for Bo Diddley thrilled audiences worldwide. She had a hip sassiness that kept the show's star in his place. And her booming singing voice seemed destined for higher goals.
A small, attractive woman with a charming and energetic personality, Mrs. Chavez performed with the rock 'n' roll legend for 25 years. On Sunday , the 50-year-old Randallstown resident died of cancer at Johns Hopkins Hospital.
Under the stage name "Cookie V," Mrs. Chavez traveled the world with Bo Diddley.
"She knew how to work the crowd -- and her body," said Gloria Jolivet, another of Bo Diddley's three background singers. "She could shake it."
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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 18, 2016 - 12:47am PT
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The Right Coast for Left Coasters.
http://www.nps.gov/grfa/index.htm
Centrism of any sort is scorned, especially by those out of the center.
They say Missouri's the dividing line, between cultures east and west in this country. Don't ask me who "they" are. Ask me what "they" is and I'll tell you that it is a plural pronoun.
More about synch nodes later, but here are some pics from lilabiene's FB page. The Doltish Gals recently got to Grrrrr-eat Falls, VA, for some genuine TRing, not that gym wannabe pap.
Aw, her first butt shot.
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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 18, 2016 - 01:42am PT
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A rebuttal of sorts to the philosophic musing of bushman...
Sittting at the window looking for my muse
To write a few lines that maybe I can use
To tell you how I have paid my dues
For doing what I want in the way I choose
Free will is not free if you’re too scared to decide
Which trail to follow or not in this life’s long ride
I can see the past as clearly as ever
When I was young and thought myself clever
I’d push the wrong button or pull the wrong lever
It happened all the time, no matter the endeavor
There was the time I went off-route on El Cap and we wasted another half-day.
There were many more times I made the wrong choice.
But here I am, minus a thumb, partially blind, broke, brokedown and broke up, crying in your beer and my own, if I still drank as much as I did.
There’s that, at least.
But I’ve made good decisions, too, marrying Liz being the best.
It’s too bad that I did not decide to quit a lot of things earlier.
I’m suffering the consequences, I’m sure.
The worst decision was marrying the first time, though both decisions were basically spur-of-the-moment ones.
I woke up out of a bad dream and asked the one next to me to marry her. I thought that was what I needed and wanted. I should have awaited the light of day. Scared into marriage by a nightmare. What a stupid thing.
And with Liz, I’d been with her only five days when I popped the question. Different circumstance, however. I did it out of joy. Joy that someone apparently cared for me.
She realized the value of the gift of love bestowed on us much more than I, in retrospect. I think I short-changed her, and of all the decisions I made back then that was just the worst because she deserved better from me.
And that is no bull and that is no well-rehearsed philosophy. It’s from the HEART!
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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 18, 2016 - 05:27am PT
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Gazing out into space
I noticed it was dark
I got out the camera
(strictly for a lark)
I took some pics
Then looked at them
They didn't really speak
So I edited and edited
And fussed and fumed and tweaked
So here you are
And so am I
The bunch is in array
So stifle the yawn
And greet the dawn
For it's a Bloody Monday
Oh where are you goin' my blue-eyed son?
I'm goin' to town for to buy me a gun.
But did you bring your birth certificate, DL, proof of sanity?
What do you think? I'm not crazy, just postal.
Well, then, have a good day. .45?
Magnum.
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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 18, 2016 - 06:36am PT
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Moosefinger
He’s the moose, the moose who is cut like a gem:
A spider’s touch
But such fat fingers.
He can’t fit them in, no, they won’t go in,
This crack’s too thin!
Polish words he will pour in your ear
But his language does not obscure the fact that he's filled with fear.
That this thin little crack has kicked his big ass
And that’s the sound of “Take!”
From Mister MooseFinger.
Easy laybacks beware of this Moose grown old
His age is gold
[Click to View YouTube Video]Eagle Lake sounds nice.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 18, 2016 - 08:19am PT
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Regarding your rebuttal, Brian, honesty is good. Thanks for that. Also, you have certainly led an interesting life. This next poem is based on a family trait shared to some degree by myself and all of my siblings.
The Comportment of an Oaf
Woke up and got outa bed
Tripped on the rug
And hit my head
Poured my coffee and took a slurp
Burned my throat
And started to urp
Ran to the toilet and stubbed my toe
Tripped on a tack
And down I did go
Slammed my head on the toilet bowl
Knocked me out
And whaddya know
Off to dreamland there I went
Woke with a headache
And my nose was bent
Felt around for my spectacles
When a rat bit me
On my testicles
I got rabies and an instant dose
By the time I got up
I was feeling gross
Began foaming at the mouth and I felt real strange
The sun went down
And I started to change
The moon came up and I ran out the door
Growling as I ran
Now on all fours
I was hairy all over and I had to eat
I needed to kill
Cuz I wanted fresh meat
Then the villagers saw me a chased me around
A shot rang out
And I was down
Silver bullets pierced my heart and my head
I trembled and shook
Then I was dead
Saint Peter appeared and said I couldn't go in
I told him that never
Did I ever sin
He said well ok then for just one day
On a trial basis
Maybe I could stay
I spied a coffee shop on a nearby cloud
Got some coffee
And was feelin' proud
Sippin' on some joe on a sunny day
As I traipsed along
In my usual way
Then I stumbled across the Holy Ghost
Along with some angels
And the heavenly hosts
Stumble I did and my coffee went splat
All over God's beard
And onto his lap
Some people have spoken of the wrath of God
But he just sat there
And I thought it was odd
But a hole opened up in the clouds below
The gates of hell beckoned
And off I did go
On down I plummeted with no farewells
No warm goodbyes
When yer goin' to hell
The temps did rise and the flames did lick
This sin of clumsiness
Was makin' me sick
Then I woke from a nightmare in such agony
I'd fallen outa bed
And banged my knee
No heaven could save me from my oafish ways
So right there on the floor
I decided to stay
-bushman
07/18/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 18, 2016 - 09:27am PT
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Ive caught up**
Bushman. climber
The state of quantum flux, Jul 10, 2016 - 01:57pm PT, : Bushman
Gnome's Pome
buoys me, carries me also as if above the turds.
While I too am spinning in the eddy of life,
surrounded by my own jettisoned memories,
left in the sand of the retreating waves.
Thanx's for sharing your verse .10
It is the start of the 4th week of say 15 or 16,
that count as summer vacation for the sprouts.
One of the constant reminders of the real economic ??11
disaster that has befallen this USA is the total lack of a
middle class with cash to burn on summer things, like specialized camps/summer programs.
The choices for Affordable focused summer camp/school have thinned out to Nil.13
we found that the Toddler summer camps have all closed or been absorbed into the full camp program.
This leaves a 3 year gap between camper & Counselor in training.
now That lines up to mean while his sister is almost to old to be a CIT,
while the boy is still a year off.
Leaving us with him to entertain, (No Climbing?). 12
I found Cartooning class at the Community College .
He is Stoked,
Im glad to have found more than just summer in the city day caMP,
where it is more like drop your kids off at the (prisoner)camp.Now this is a new sentence written on a brand New Lenovo Ideapad 110, as in the boy got a new tool ,
and daddy gets to use it if I can figure out Widows.
I had to pull the trigger on the spot, or else I would have asked here.
I learned a hard lesson of the NEW? economy. No one believes in straight communication.
I was assured that I had time to make an informed decision as to Fit and size
then in 3 hours time by judge of emails, he sold 'em. . . glad it wasn't anything important only a pair of 49.5 TC Pro's.
It is That 1/2 size? it really has me stumped; one foot shorter than the other (Shoot me)
So when the Guy wanted to exchange/return this unit, We parking-lot pounced and didn't let him out of our sight.
We hit an ATM with his & our families in toe. then made the deal over handmade ice cream.
He had rum raisin & I shared a concoction called Mud, As opposed to the one called Swamp.
So for 3 franklins I think I did > okay ?
The next Treudeau>? a Dooonsberry at least / We shall see.
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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 18, 2016 - 02:35pm PT
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Good Gotd, yer such a good dad. You love the two 'uns and want "the best" for them.
But sometimes the best is too dear and so they and you have to "settle."
You do the best YOU can for them & it's sometimes hard for even that. Someday, if they don't like it now, they'll understand some day, maybe.
The boy will maybe draw you a nice Christmas card this year.
Quite a good deal, if you ask me.
Nothing that Liz did for her boys went unnoticed or unappreciated by them. She did it mostly on her own, too.
She spent time searching out help from various sources who had what they needed from Food Stamps to free movie passes.
Being a single parent is so much harder than not, so don't ever quit on the kids and keep trying to stay fit.
Smile(s) of the Week
And it's a draw!
God bless.
Audrey, can you email me please?
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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 18, 2016 - 02:54pm PT
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Modern Miracle
It's a wonder we've made it this far
On this planet, the third from its star.
No wonder we have so many gods
Without them what are the odds
That we as a species survive
When so few are now left alive
Thanks to our greed and our need for speed
And the rest of our BS and jive.
No single person is to blame for our problems, least of all President Scapegoat.
We are all in this bath together and when the plug is pulled...I don't wanna be here.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 18, 2016 - 03:17pm PT
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blame me for having an eye to what's important, after having whats important, family and friends denied me. Im going on but if I shared a bit of the family gathering I just came from, you would think
that I'm very well balanced in consideration of the pack of wolves I'm from.
To Wit: as a slide show of pictures rolled by with all shots of my Dad it was at least 20 shots in
before my mug shows up, and then it is the 19 year old me at my college dorm, 1979.
there will be no pictures of me after that not of me climbing not of any of the girls, not any of the rode partners,
not any of the wedding , not any of the births or of the 1st days of school.... ya get it?
an awful ' your out' kinda message to send to the shrew-est jewess we've ever met,
so given her repulsiveness, she will be marrying a nephew.
I'm not going to the wedding.
any way I'm gonna edit censor but crow it from the roof tops why couldn't it have been. . . . . .
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 18, 2016 - 04:05pm PT
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Bushman , your well represented in my yardha of course, and it is about time given the Word smithery that carves up this place.
I've been stunned that that one has not hit till now, it is about time."good gotd' & about it , - time, and gravity are the only cure for the climber in us all.
whistles, bells n snazzy lights!!
But given all the water under el Cap bridge may be I should have been A.D.D.
I liked that it had th doubles going on,
the Angry Drunken Dwarf, or ADD, was a real consideration and a nod to
The Yosemite and Cali hero - one who while short in stature was a giant among giant men.
If I had been able to cross bases with him,
I Might have been the ADD if he said it was ok
What or who is it that I'm on about?
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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 18, 2016 - 05:53pm PT
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It's catch-as-catch-can here, Andy. No limits, either.
Here are some dreamcatcher flies from neebee-on-the-Lake.A delight to sit and watch them play in the upward breeze coming through the slats in the Venusian blinds.
Notice the absence of hooks. Dream fish spit them out otherwise.
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