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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 19, 2016 - 10:31am PT
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Elena "Baby Doll" Reid, infamous micro_aggresssora!
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 19, 2016 - 10:37am PT
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About 11 p. m., on January 24, 1960, deceased, Dr. Quattelbaum, with three companions (Mrs. Beverly Burton, Mr. Burton and Virginia Patridge), was at the Baby Doll Bar in San Pedro, drinking some beer and playing a bowling machine. An employee of the bar, Jane Morrison, noticed defendant and Quattelbaum facing each other, about two feet apart, with the [189 Cal. App. 2d 57] doctor's back to the wall; he was then standing in a narrow space between the bowling machine and a juke box. She called out, "There will be no damned fighting in here," turned her back for a moment and then looked again at the doctor who was sinking to the floor; Zankich had walked away and was standing in front of the juke box.
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Dr. Quattelbaum apparently died on the way to the hospital. The autopsy revealed that decedent had an abnormally thin skull which had been fractured, the fracture being about three inches long, involving the left temporal bone and extending into the floor of the frontal fossa. This fracture had been induced by trauma but there was no displacement. The immediate cause of death, according to the autopsy surgeon, Dr. Don H. Mills, was acute subarachnoid hemorrhage, due to subarachnoid arterial rupture, stress induced.
The moral? Your guess is as good as mine.
Don't go to the Baby Doll
Wear a helmet if you have a thin skull
Don't be a numbskull
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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 - Sep 19, 2016 - 01:34pm PT
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Alice B. Tocque-less?Will lead 5.9 in a pinch.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 19, 2016 - 01:36pm PT
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So I said, in my most non-aggressive manner, you can ride up front with me if you want.
What'd she say? "I don't want to, but thanks for offering. I do have a GoFundMe though and you can make a small donation (or large) there".
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 19, 2016 - 04:29pm PT
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Knock knock, z...
Anybody home?
Can I post here without invoking a political argument?
I need munny fer hamster kibble, but I'll pay for it myself this time, I promise.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 19, 2016 - 04:37pm PT
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Rebecca's Rite
She was all of nineteen and I was twenty. She was actually (and I know you've heard this before) half Cherokee and half Irish. Her long black hair swayed when she walked as we strolled out to the barn in the moonlight. This time we would take our time, not like when we were so rushed the first time back at my father's place...
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Spider Savage
Mountain climber
The shaggy fringe of Los Angeles
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Sep 19, 2016 - 04:38pm PT
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Hi Mouse! Love this thread!
<And thanks again for the great picture.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 19, 2016 - 10:38pm PT
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She asked me, "what do think my brothers will do if they find out about us?" It sounded like more of a statement than a question. She was sitting on a bail of hay buttoning up her blouse while I was still shirtless and pulling my boots on when something caught my attention in the darkness. Rebecca's father stepped forward from the shadows with a shotgun and three figures stood around us. "Daddy don't hurt him!!" she cried, and I heard a strange cracking noise inside my skull, followed by a flash of pain between the ears, and then darkness...
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 20, 2016 - 06:29am PT
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No word ever got back to me as the Muppet's looms of hier.
I was hoping to hear then well enough that I didn't nothing comes of nothing I'm told.
The original post might just as well have been a troll?
It was a cool hoard of un-used pins to 20+ nuts.
I'll try one more time. After refrigerator delivery maybe.
Perhaps much of this "go fund me" phenomenon" taps into the same central need some passerbys have to drop cash in the hand of a "homeless" man who really in all probability is a con-man, a thief and/or a drug abuser.
I Work a good bit with the homeless in our city.....and one of the first things you learn is how many scammers/thieves/tweakers are on the street corners and how few of them are truly "in need".
Many who work in homeless shelters or women's homes tend to give on street corners because we know where that cash goes. Many folks give to . . .
Unless you can grease that QX#Fund-C$$' gig with I think meat flaps just did!?
A white tree that eats, jot, bent over by snow, but . . . . Gatchu, succotash-ers
Well this as from the beg for cash that may have been real or not
The ToothMan says it well :
micronut
Trad climber
Fresno/Clovis, ca
Sep 19, 2016 - 02:08pm PT
I might be a bit old fashioned, but the whole "Go Fund Me/Asking Strangers for Money" thing baffles me a bit. I guess I have mixed feelings. In times of dire need, such "funding" schemes seem to bring out the best in a community......but when the "ask" is anything short of catastrophically dire, I feel a strange sense of "hey, you have more of a responsibility to take care of this than we, total strangers, do." There is something humbling about asking for help that is good for all of us sometimes, but it often strikes me as irresponsible and selfish. I would personally never consider asking strangers to help out with vet bills, which are a total part of life....a normal expenditure that needs to be considered prior to owning a pet. This just doesn't seem "noble" enough to go out and raise financial support for in my opinion. I know that's terribly arbitrary, but its just what came to mind when I read this OP. Though I have no way to really justify that feeling. It just comes across as lazy or shortsighted/immature I suppose. That sounds really harsh I suppose.....you sound like a good dude in a tough spot. I'm just processing this whole phenomenon I guess.
Perhaps much of this "go fund me" phenomenon" taps into the same central need some passerbys have to drop cash in the hand of a "homeless" man who really in all probability is a con-man, a thief and/or a drug abuser. I Work a good bit with the homeless in our city.....and one of the first things you learn is how many scammers/thieves/tweakers are on the street corners and how few of them are truly "in need". Many who work in homeless shelters or women's homes tend to give on street corners because we know where that cash goes. Many folks give to your typical guy at the stoplight because it makes "the giver" feel good, a totally selfish reason if you really look into the motive. Not necessarily trying to point out right or wrong motives for giving but I find it really interesting.
I'm not saying this is the same thing, just batting a few thoughts around in this scenario and why people give and why people ask. Overall, I'd probably give of my time....quicker than I'd donate some dollars for your vet bills. If we were friends and you lived close I'd help out in any way I could, but as a stranger I really feel like its your responsibility, not your communities to get you out of this tight time. Some will give and feel good about it. Some won't give and feel bad about it. Most of us are probably in between somewhere. I hope for quick mending for your pooch and a smooth delivery for your baby and wife. Good luck with the funding. Start saving NOW for that kid! Sell the rack, take up less hobbies for a while, buy ramen instead of steak and say goodbye to any coffee at Starbucks for a few years.....these kids are expensive!!! I have four of em, they'll break you! But may your days as a proud and invested dad bring you more joy than you can imagine in the days to come. I hope may people give and that the pooch heals up fast.
Rant over. Take care man.
Scott
On the tube, as I tap the CMac is on El Cap
For a TV Treatment of Yosemite by Nat Geo
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 20, 2016 - 11:38am PT
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If life gives you lemons, be thankful that it didn't give you this too.
Huanglongbing (HLB) an Asian citrus psyllid has invaded SoCal.
It kills citrus trees and thereis no cure.
These should be reported if seen.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 20, 2016 - 01:15pm PT
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The truckers called from the road
The 'Fridge is due, Or so I've been told . . .but I need to report
Our little miracle, And like the blessed lights of Hunuka
the freezer side, of the old GE side by side,
an 'Mercian-made machine, made to last,
has lasted to the last gasp! . . .( without burning down the house )
I'm s gonna go move a car, the one no one here is talkin' about.( but a few of us own )
A V W that is part of the crop that puts out fake emissions data when hooked up to the tester.
This for the scenery;
[Click to View YouTube Video] for an amazing song to see live Children Of Zion,
and Ode For Billy Jean ?sp?
( sp)because for whatever reason it has morphed, since the Burgers Album to
Ode For Billy Dean -this, for the old men's drive [Click to View YouTube Video] this was a month ago (@$67perpop, I was offered to go - but by myself? not much fun in that )
(anymore , now)
I was soloing ice after midnight. The top was unconsolidated mud.
A breeze that, warmed by a vast highway interchange, kept the top out
muddy, soft - un-frozen.
My tools seems well placed, I felt a bite so busted the move.
I am still unperturbed to be unpredictably violent, it's how I crank the cruxes.
I saw white, a flash the searing pain, but I stuck the landing, and did not roll into the abyss. G, it is all about me. . .
Pot smoker ! Yeah maybe but that other thing ?
Don't try to say that to my face.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Sep 20, 2016 - 06:10pm PT
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Not the Hollywood Squares, Jamul.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 21, 2016 - 07:32am PT
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Once at Sunset
Windblown, dilapidated
An abandoned Sinclair
Out on route 93
Seventy odd miles south of Ely
Sunset over mountains
Near
Traveling at dusk, a familiar sound
A tire, blown
We got out the spare
A structure nearby
Intriguing it beckoned
Old
Through a threshold,
Remaining
Leaned by the window
Amid broken glass, a fractured sign
A green brontosaurus
Faded
The back wall was open
I walked out to the desert
Up to the north
As the sun was alighting, something
Odd, lying in the shadows
Here
Between chaparral and weeds
At the base of a boulder
Brown and grey
The carcass of a coyote, dried blood
It's suffering past, I was angry
Saddened
Many foot prints
Empty beer cans
Little tongue, soft muzzle
With eyes open
Multuple wounds, afflicted
Recent
Sweat on our brows
A pile of stones, a burial mound
Leaving to rest
A specter of cruelty
We left there at dusk
Silent
-Tim Sorenson
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 22, 2016 - 03:29am PT
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My eyes Filled with tears, as this morns' news hits
It strikes to the very hart of this disease; we call life,
to Be - We eventually must Not Be. . .
If the abilities to go, aren't there anymore
it feels as if we have gone, not ready - already -
Just gone.
The old wise one never leaves, he is always up, watching the climbers.
Wishing them safe passage but not to fast, for he knows that climbers rejoice
as his glory, his heft comes to light.
As climbers, more than any -save the creatures, the coyotes of the night-
Love and revele in his arriving at full, casting shadows in the dark
and at full moons we howl, and climb, passing into the night.
I was struck at noon yesterday,
struck down in the knowledge that again without saying ;
"Hey, it is so good to see you again after all of these years"
Or things like "you told me so!" Or "would you believe that I have kids?")
I can only add words of grief and condolence to the folks more struck,
the most gutted by this next, never the last, passing through and on.
The rope is the way, the paths we take go everywhere, some get to follow the way.
Some get to live to see another Moon rise, but,
and it is the hard butt that gets you at the base of your trunk,
Like a punch.
For some of us, from the finest to the most banal, get the final call to go,
while out in the rain 'N snow.
Under the watchful Moon who's tears at our passing often show.
For us, those that remain, we must trudge on, the envy fading to terror, as our own mortality -the end beckons (us)
Each step we take while we are sure footed means less than that last one twisted step
That ends it all.
Rest? For the women and men I am thinking of, rest meant watching the moon rise from a high perch, snuggling the very life that we now mourn.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 23, 2016 - 03:19am PT
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I want to get the stupid placement of the
"Terms Of Service" link moved from the bottom near the "submit" 'button( promt)
to the top of the frame.
I've lost so many good things when my tablet reads the tap of my finger wrong
Spurier & I are gonna "talk"!!!!!!!!
Pleasing surprises have a way of destabilizing the status quoe
I've successfully unloaded a pair of new to tight for me pebble prancing shoes.Sold.
Acquired a plan to climb at Sugar Hollow in perfect temps with a real climber!
Not a n0ob.
Along with a reffigirator it has been a better than average week.
So it may be. . .
The time to strike a blow for the freedom of the hills may be upon me.
The large developed tract is the public Elementary & middle school where my children went.
The land behind is Town parkland. The Saddle Rock Road is a public street
There is no real Reason that The resident AHole at the end of Saddle Rock Road has issues.
He sticks bright pink official looking stickers on windshields,
with-in just 20 minutes of parking, claiming that you're vehicle is under police investigation.
. . . . .example, if a thunderstorm is soon to hit, faster, simpler, "less safe" methods may be appropriate because the biggest risk is from lightning. Awareness in that you are CONSCIOUSLY changing methodolgies because of the current situation. Be AWARE that you are accepting more risk, or you are changing the types of risks, and aware of what those risks are. Be aware of the assumptions you are making, like "well placed bolts." How do you know they are "well placed bolts?" The single anchor on a fire truck was very strong, but as with. . . .
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Sep 25, 2016 - 10:52pm PT
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Just a little slice of life
I was washing dishes
Sweeping up
And cleaning out my place
When one day
I had some visitors
From deep in outer space
They were standing
In my front yard
Looking forlorn like a mouse
So I opened up
The front door
Letting them into my house
They were really quite polite
It got late
And so they spent the night
Then I woke at two a.m.
I heard thrashing
It was such a fright
When I went into my den
They were gathered
'Round something within
I asked what was going on
They looked sheepish
That's when the trouble began
I looked closer on the floor
There were sounds
Like something giving birth
There was a hole
Right through my floor
Going down into the earth
Then they all
Were playing dumb
So I stepped into the hole
Down I went
Crawling slowly
In the dark just like a mole
That's when things got strange
I saw a light
Then heard a chopping noise
Looking down
At my all my fingers
With little grace or poise
I'd been slicing watermelon
For my guests as I talked
And I slipped
Then turned on the water
As blood swirled down the drain
I found my fingertip
Now I know that my visitors
Were not aliens
Or moles
But the next time I'm not careful
I'll serving healthy helpings
Of my body parts in whole
-bushman
09/25/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 26, 2016 - 02:31am PT
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Doctor, My Eye's!
http://youtu.be/fqFUmo8VVg0
Well.... Think
It is 3 am there . . . .nope - blech, can't Un-see that, it doesn't help to play
with c see C ,,, I'm outa here, now back, I almost feel your pain.
My bird tries to maim me that way from time to time now every time I take her,
while the wife is painting, or, especially, if we are cleaning,
all animals in this hovel hate the broom,
and attack the whooshing Vacum.
I like my pals, they are still in the west , the great cat box and the majestic Ditch.
So when the hound of Czech disent, barks loudly as a Shepard will at sounds that go bump in the night.
waking up the slumbering with a fright.
I come here, after calming. . . ( some thought here got lost:Auto correct)the family hoard ,? I think?)
and holding the pure bred princess who is just in need of a early morning muster,
A military job, ( she was bred to sniff for 'xsplosizes)
till the Owls scare off the 'possum or 'da skunk' that are attracted by her uncouth habbit of spitting out kibble, as she eats, all over the severely rotten deck,
I come to my happy place . . . . where the flames burn warm all night.
Only to be revolted , jolted wide er a wake then tuned stomach by your sad tip.
Ow that tip! ThaSz gotta smart. . . . a bit!
The lesser of the potential of the current thread on finger amputated due gym climbing &
a twisted rope?!
Not a de gloving injury, that happened in a gym .
Be warned if I've added the link, it also gruesome ~ less so as I don't know the recipient
But more so in severity.
http://www.mountainproject.com/v/amputation-of-right-index-finger-due-to-lead-fall-in-climbing-gym-/112157079#a_112173905
Of course with that solution, you don't see a thing. (Like said index finger)
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Sep 26, 2016 - 04:04am PT
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well, 'Cept for that snap this is a lowly double post . . .
I dreamed I climbed with Dave Lahnman, again.Like it was back then; he was young as we had been, his hug on seeing me - his brother, Steve, was there as well,
I can see Dave, I can see his milky blue eyes his squatting posture, (the Yabo Crouch? )looking all the world like a son of Mic Jagger.
all a dream but odley not so.
Hey!?
In a the early 80s did I meet Big Mighty Mouse Sue McDivitt ?
on the white horse Slabs, in New Hamster?
I'll never forget that Sue, Wearing a red wife beater singlet tee with guns as big as Steve's
(name drop bomb ~ Steve as in Petro, the Nitro, of Furgeson Canyon fame, Why o my Wyoming)
I said I had plans, to embarrass myself. .,.
Here in small rock hell, where I always go to my favorite place,
if I have climbers to belay?
A rare day it is onsight lead time....at The Ravens Crest at Sugar Hollow
pics to follow the same place I always post
Conner M showing that you don't ever have to off width By climbin' on the easy outside of the perfect crack
Dave Schltz, every bit the monster in the yellow sportiva zipp pocket shirtIt takes a certain confidence to climb in a bright yellow shirt, red pants, paired with an orange foam beanie. .
Dave got it,
A Navy man for serious. . . .
the kids today don't look anything like we looked back in the day . . . . !
We had a lot fun hangin' and they got to see a fat man try to have some fun
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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 - Sep 26, 2016 - 02:43pm PT
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surprises in general often have a way of destabilizing the status quo
here i am off the bus gathering my dunnage at the depot
i'm divesting myself of my vest and stuffing it in a bag when it dawns:
there goes the YARTS bus and my camera is still sitting on the second seat back from the driver!
double expletives abound
so tired and wanting to flop out but gotta call the YARTS office ASAP
no the bus driver did not report the camera
cleaning takes place later this afternoon
leave your number, sir, we take really good care of lost & found
keeping fingers crossed
finding the phone battery low, ok
finding two Modelo especial cervezas in the fridge, bitchen, Fitschen
life can't get better without getting worse
philosophy 101
FACELIFT
the stories abound:
Mad Bolter banned
Glen Denny visits Camp 4
volunteering is its own reward
Baby Doll up the Higher Spire
MooseDrool joins the ballet
raffle nonsense/raffle luck
tons of trash
dirtbags never totally give up the life
Tom Frost's generosity
Lost Arrow found
booty is where you find it
and more
i need to catch up on this thread, check the rest of the forum,
slow the hell down, drink this beer, and hope for the best.
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