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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 31, 2016 - 08:54am PT
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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 31, 2016 - 08:56am PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 31, 2016 - 10:36am PT
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The Flamenvix
(Hunger Flames)
part VII
As time traversed the metronomic tic-toc of my beating heart
I had no memory of the details beyond imperatives that I must impart
As I stood above the Flamenvix with a shard of stone thrust to her heart
I had forfeited my sanity to preserve this life now torn apart
There were rustlings and scratchings in the bones of those who lay nearby
For the Flamenvix had fertilized all her victims as they began to die
There in distance near a parapet was a torchlight upon on high
As my eyes played tricks her progeny flickered about in an angry sky
As I ran to seize the torch the sweat ran down upon my face
There her minions lay distracted in an orgy all about place
The far exit was blocked by an alien with a carapace
But the sound of trickling water drew me near it quickening my pace
On the floor of the grotto ran a darkened river below a bench
So I dove headfirst in that water just to escape the army of that wench
And as I held my breath and swam beneath the subterranean trench
I knew my life hung in the balance by but the narrowest of an inch
(To be continued)
-bushman
06/29/2016
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Jul 31, 2016 - 01:29pm PT
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The Flamenvix
(Hunger Flames)
part VIII
Denouement
As I scraped along through that river in the belly of our Mother Earth
I found air pockets that sustained me but of good oxygen there was a dearth
And the narrows I pressed through barely accommodated my boney girth
But I held on with my resolve and swam hard for all that I was worth
Up ahead there were strange pixies who sparkled in the watery night
They swam ahead and guided me in a vision that was so recondite
As though angels were there to guide me to my maker in his robes of white
But found instead I was swimming from beneath a pond up to the light
I returned back to the city on a train the very next day
And dared not trust a coachman that he might detour or stray
To home and hearth was what I hoped would heal me I should say
From what the Flamenvix exacted on my soul that dreadful day
But the pain of mournful injuries to my spirit was not so bad
And the loss of all my friends still made me angry and very sad
But what was worse was all the terror and the suffering that would be had
When the Flamenvix would rise again
It was enough to drive me completely mad
-bushman
07/31/2016
(Complete poem will be posted on the 'Another Poetry Thread')
Sh#t, that was exhausting.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 31, 2016 - 03:47pm PT
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Some one asking for all to share injuries . ..
Again
Send it or mend it bend it or break?
I'll not be sharing or maybe I will .
The ankles n knees the hip and curled fingers , at least I've got both my thumbs.
I love some of the way old free to be foolish pics
Then there is this
You know what the next three are
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lmplly
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 31, 2016 - 07:16pm PT
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Recorded before the flood.
Live at The Flood Zone June 5th,1992
If ya can't take the punches, it don't mean a thing.
[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 - Jul 31, 2016 - 07:39pm PT
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Walk on the Shady Side
Afternoon constitutional conventions say
only crazies and the English go out in the noonday sun.
Me so crazy so me talk self into going out and exercising.
Sitting so hard, butt so soft, legs so mushy, I’m easy.
Elevator so useless so me take stairs so steep no falls.
Red point descent.
Blazes the sun says.
Welcome to the great outdoors and what is your destination?
Pizza or whatever they may serve at the Mission.
Take my time and walk the walk that makes me king of the street.
It’s deserted by men but trash blows in the wind.
At least there is wind.
It comes whipping around the corners of buildings in leaps and bounds
only a scientist named Venturi might appreciate.
Except I know my physics and stand with arms spread wide
so the wind can try to knock me down.
He’s not tough enough and now I am cooled down and there’s no pizza anyway
nor anything else no water no service no sweat I wasn’t that hungry.
The middle it is that I’ve reached.
Now for the return voyage.
Keeping to the shady side of the street and taking my sweet time
to enjoy every breath and every stride I blissfully glide forth to the Sports Bar with spaghetti.
Kaepernick from Turkey Tech and some gobbler named Gabber are showing off on screen one.
The second screen is tuned to CSN and the blonde bimbo tells us with the sound turned off
something important or at least she wants me to think that it is.
She has my vote. Whatever you say, honey babe with your expressions learned from watching Sports Report
and it shows how hot you are with those pursed lips and open arms.
Women belong where they are found and this lady bartender is nowhere to be found.
She comes up behind me and says What’ll ya have?
Can’t say Pabst Blue Ribbon...she’s way too young to have ever heard that beer slogan.
I elect the Snowshoe Grizzly and find another seat under an Air Conditioning Duct
and which has a commanding view of six screens. One has some old movie.
I stick with the sports reporter with breasts and watch as a big beefy guy with a hearing aid pores over the menu.
He’s standing near me and I notice a wristband that reads partially Merced Police Department.
He is just looking and leaves, not hearing me say Have a Nice Day, detective.
The calamari looks good and the coconut shrimp even better on the plates of the couple next to me.
This is really good beer, too.
But it’s time to go.
New financial and physical state means never having one for the road
and being content with nursing a good brew.
Feeling good, out the door, out on the street all alone.
I meet one man on the way. He’s in a chair, he has no legs, he has a big jug of water
which he offers at the corner while waiting for the light.
I say that’s kind and it’s nice there’s a breeze.
He says he’s been sitting over there across the street in the shade for hours
enjoying the force of the wind as it comes ripping round the corner of the Shaffer Building.
He informs me of the Ventura Effect and I say No Sh#t I never knew that.
Thanks for the agua and have a nice day.
Strolling into the lobby, the wind comes rushing out the door as it swings open
having been sucked into the building on one side and spit out on this side.
I stand in the torrent of air and look forward to the climb up the stairs with no weight,
no bike, just me and what’s in my pocket.
I pretend it’s 9,000 feet and I’m not in a hurry to get back to the bivouac
so I take my time and do the climb thinking about the wind.
I get to my floor and look balefully at the elevator.
It is mute, off duty for the weekend.
I open the door to the apartment and hit the shower for the third time today.
At least the water pump works.
What an adventure.
And my legs are telling me thanks for the excursion but you need new shoes.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 31, 2016 - 07:45pm PT
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I hate it when the pump don't work. Fukkkin' Vandellas.
glad you're out and about mousie
It's like a heatwave out there ain't it
-Kim Duk-koo
Michele had a tryout with the Vandllas, she won't say how it went
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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 - Aug 1, 2016 - 12:35am PT
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Keeps Bro Tim out of trouble.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Let my Peaches be!
[Click to View YouTube Video] now do-wop started me blowin. The big band swing,
it was long ago that real music had real swing, this sounds like
A get off my lawn , type thing.
It is not
check out the weak sauce Cold Play Earth Angel
Mid post
Crapped out! Now I'm broke for rubber! Not working out, so gotten fat again The definition
Of a negative whine. ., sorry it's a crime. I'm so blessed!
Try as I might I missed the shoe boat
[Click to View YouTube Video]the 'A' side http://youtu.be/nm5wCK3XCFI
Getting far away from the do-wop do.... Then under earth angel, this fresh from New Jersey
[Click to View YouTube Video]the fortitude of MJ Fox, not sure what makes 'em so Tough but they breed Steele in to the mix , is it the water in Canada? [Click to View YouTube Video]
I won't embarrass, the kitten of the wall hauler but her picture external fixation rigg and all stands tall in my book...she has deleted a lot of her great photos!?this one will disappear too
, we need to spread the love You are a hot hottie , I Need Another 5.14!
Cheers I owe you an email too.
Flames for brains I'm in deep do-do, the laundry needs folding the lawn needs attention too.
I am more interested in the 80's why did they poo on the ropes thread? Oh that is never going to be used to point out that
it was the park of strutting wonderkind, boy-men with truculent attitudes the few girls that hung where not the prime, those were the imported ones - from France, or Canada
Long live the memory of the McNutt sisters from Whistler/Blackcomb. British Colombia 1987
R was it summer 88?
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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 - Aug 1, 2016 - 05:56am PT
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Anita the Beer Lady, yep, that's her officer, the one with her pants draggin'.
A big wall photography fantasy Ross and I wished to see was to get four bare-asses, say, at sunset,
on top of El Cap Spire hanging over the inside edge and shot from down in the chimney.
Oh, and not to change the subject,
but did you know that the first loaf of sliced bread was sold commercially on July 7, 1928?
That narrows sh#t down, time-wise...
"Duct tape is the greatest thing since sliced bread but not since the invention of television."
http://www.kilmerhouse.com/2012/06/the-woman-who-invented-duct-tape/
"Because of Johnson & Johnson’s long experience making surgical adhesive tapes, the War Production Board asked Johnson & Johnson to make the tape, which was named “Duck Tape” because, as the story goes, it was 1) waterproof, like a duck and 2) it was made with cotton duck fabric. The tape soon became known as “100 Mile an Hour Tape” in the military and, because it was strong and waterproof, soldiers used it to repair just about everything. Vesta Stoudt received a letter from President Roosevelt and earned the Chicago Tribune’s War Worker Award for her idea and her persistence."
The idea for duct tape was first suggested to FDR in a letter by Vesta Stoudt, dated March 26, 1943.
http://www.uspto.gov/about-us/news-updates/television-patent-issued-august-26-1930
On August 26, 1930, Philo Taylor Farnsworth received patent #1,773,980 for the first television system. Farnsworth, who was born in Beaver, Utah, produced the first all-electric television image at the age of 20.
This fact renders false the above statement concerning the greatest thing since sliced bread but not TV.
The first electric bread toaster was invented by Alan MacMasters in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1893.
See you on Jeopardy!
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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This made me laugh out loud,
(but our joint chiefs of staff must be skeerd , both nominees doom us to a nightmare war. . )
crankster, Trad climber
No. Tahoe ( lucky politards'tard )
Jul 31, 2016 - 06:01pm PT
Bob,
Things remain about the same. Very little support for Trump, more for Hillary (surprising for a forum with 99% male membership). A lot of support for "none of the above" and a few who can't tolerate political discussions on a climbing forum. They seem to have a high tolerance for threads about songs, the Mind, religion, dogs, flames and just about anything that doesn't involve the fate of the planet.
So relatively speaking, was that a compliment or a request for censure?
Hey I leave your fool threads alone, and with respect, I am only an interloper when the dust has settled down, but I know a clown V's A Hitler
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I do not think we could have found worse representatives than Hillery & Donald.
That someone wants to try to equate 1932 Germany to this moment is a far stretch.
Now if you go to the state of affairs just after WWII,
when a small Russia became the worlds disaster,
then you might find some equivalence. The new threat is the old one
Re emergence of a totalitarian Eastern Blok....
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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 - Aug 1, 2016 - 07:45am PT
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Head band sighting.
"By their head bands you will recognize them."
CosmicCat-chaser.
[Click to View YouTube Video]"You don't know what it's like wearing rabbit ears."
"If you're lonely you can bark at me."
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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 - Aug 1, 2016 - 11:03am PT
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Dumbest Visual Daily Double Jeopardy! answer/question of the week...month...year?
"This picture of the sunrise is looking in this direction."
"What is East?"
No sunrise photo this morning from here. I left my camera at Decker's last night.
Watched two more episodes of Murdoch. One featured Nicky Tesla.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
Another featured a member of one of Flip Flop's favorite families, Prince Alfred the Wastrel, grandson of Victoria.
eidt: I meant to write west... :0)
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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off topic!! mr. mouse fm, do tell. are you now, or have you ever been a closet (or out & proud) clamper? ... (e clampus vitus)
Clearly, the prospect must have a genuine interest in western history. Other requirements have been listed as a good sense of humor, a relatively thick skin, a cast iron stomach, an open mind, a flare for the ridiculous and an appreciation of absurdity http://longridercowboysmc.com/clamper-history/
yeah or nay, i would be interested in your take because dutiful due diligence is dull,
and the considered analysis of a trusted confidant is GOLD, jerry GOLD!
i will however put enough effort into educating myself to be worthy
EDIT: no dilution of intent intended, but it's an open question to all respondents
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Dingus, nice smokey? Rise. I'm low on a bridge or four. This is due to poor planning. The things left off, not posted; are the reverse view of the highway curving over-pass, and the
no longer frozen, over built foot bridge. As well as the fantastic fantasy bridge from all angles.I wish I could get a drone view.
I think I know the Tesla episode! Is it the diabolical woman and the horse And buggy mounted Laser? That show "Murdoch . . " is fun!
I think it on PBS every week?
As to jeopardy , my scatter brained oblivious, poke-ee mon go -like -with-no-phone-snap taking (there is more to my existence but here is an example)??
,I'm working on re-saying:
Never bother to engage in an argument with an imbecile, an idiot you ll have to drop to his level where he will pummel you with his no integrity experience ....
Don't pick a fight with an idiot. He will bring you down to his level, then beat you with his experience
Ha! The new lap top went bad so back to bestbuy, there I stayed outside.
I was mostly interested in trying to take a clear picture of the Parking Lot Crows,
maybe Ravens,
big black birds not the turkey vultures, or black Eagles ( or young Bald neither )
So the upshot is when the birds flew the coup,
I looked to focus the camera, by training it on a BestBuy employee,
on a break, smoking a cigarette.
Apparently, as the parking lot is private property by leasehold,
the employees can demand a "Expectation of Privacy" or
They think they can call to PoPo on a street photog/ BestBuy CUSTOMER!
Who is. Careful to not include any faces or license plates...
, & if I do not publish the pictures they are my property Art, isn't it my 1st or secondthird$4th some right to take a picture in a parking lot ?
I'll post some of the pictures that the
( I was told, to impress or scare me )
EMT was concerned that I was taking. I
was not actually taking many pics . The camera is not so gud but I make do by keeping the auto focus at the depth I'm interested in by
constantly pointing it at a random target.
I was amused by the juxtaposition of the turd smoking in his rig
that said in bold white letters, "one life, Live it Reckless"
Which ,If a 'W' were in front of the 'R' in reckless would be, a funny-ish
an anti-crash slogan actually.
As much as I tried, I could not get the auto focus to work in the small side mirror. So when bubba went back into the store
I stepped out of my car took one clear not mirror image but clear snap. .,.
to get ready to take your diregular
Family photo, ( boy with hair cut and now -again- his first - now second - lap top.)
He was third in his class honor roll the whole shebang. . . .
I was told by a very officious blue shirted Employee, who was soft spoken
And not ready for the venom, trained and sharpened by the politics here on the Topo.
I was using the camera, playing around with reflections ; this then is maybe to far, a bit to voyeresrque , to pass the time it took to return the "great deal" fails to open CD slot computer....
Uuge frustration & it'z thick but not to hot - sticky is what ya' call it.
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