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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 21, 2017 - 10:48pm PT
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No, don't.
I just realized this is the one where I see Men In Black 3 for the second time
and it strikes home that I have one chance to save the planet,
[Earth, of course]
or, rather, J has one chance
However, since I don't cotton to spending another day here,
I'll just finish up what I came to do.
Then later on I'll see myself at 6:00 on the News At Six.
I'll pretend that it's just been another bad day at the Black Rock Works.
The kids won't notice a thing.
I'll have on my game face by then.
And you will know by my lips that MFM-33 is real.
And then things will cease.
Aliens abound.
Don't forget - I said the News At Six.
So, did I mean the morning or the evening?
I mean, we work all hours at MiB...
--MFM, a self-styled alien
Read my lips, punk.
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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 - Jan 22, 2017 - 05:42am PT
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It's All Over Now by Coincidence
http://vimeo.com/11599567
Can't you show me some proof of residence?
It's not my thing, it's the president's.
You'll just have to turn around,
You'll never set foot on US ground,
Yeah, and screw you, too,
It's all over now,
You can't come through.
-Kim Un Mouse, chairman
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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 - Jan 22, 2017 - 05:59am PT
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Meraki--
How crude of me to skip past your complimentary post.
Welcome to El Taco & welcome to The Flames.
--MFM
Can we get a level?
https://www.facebook.com/theharryshearer/
Donald won't be doin' it thisaway.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 22, 2017 - 06:04am PT
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Stone to Stone
Stone to stone
Storm to storm
Protect the innocent from neglect
Take the child not
From his home
Lest his freedom you reject
I was just a lost child
When I set out on the road
And I had no direction
But carried a heavy load
Stone to stone
Storm to storm
Protect the innocent from neglect
The storm rages in me
But while it rages I must go
Protect the fire
Protect the light
Protect the child within
As though I might lie dying
Protect as though I'm not
But I am not
Not yet at this moment
Protect the living
Honor the dead
Curse the dead
When they cannot forgive
They will still forgive
Honor the dead by living
Curse the storm
Save the light
As the storm rages through the night
Stone to stone
-bushman
01/22/2017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Jan 22, 2017 - 07:54am PT
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As to Do it
Go All The Way
Pull a Full Gainer
All in!
So, all the way it is.
As it is ~ just following Bushman is going all the way.
Again ,
still it's not ever left,
Sleep comes.
I sleep but a random gap filled slumber.
Predawn to early awake
Awake since just past twelve, then by Devils fits.
Again every hourl on the hour, then I wake,
two might pass ! if so , then three I lie awake.
Then I fall back re-group think . . .
What was that ?
A Dream!
Things seem muffled ~ what ? I remember there was a taste to the dust. . .
There's a stinging by the side of my index finger, I'd overshot a hammer blow.
Swallow, move to the side then up
this way up, Forward this way . . . this way. . . .
I'm on the Stance, rest, breath, time it, the Breathing with the hammer blows.
'This is too much work, I'll only "Micalize"the hole, three wires in? No I've got to get this bolt in'
I miss hit, the 1st chip to the top edge of the hole risking the whole placement, Focus, I've got to focus. , . I bring focus to bare and. . .
Then I'm dropping the hammer, leave it to dangle. Scant flakes for foot holds
but foot holds so up I go. . .
I think I see. . . . there's a ledge. It's slopping, here but up there just beyond
a shelf ? but it's past this bolt - I've finished, sweat, blood blister forming, I've headed off to get there. . .
Then it's now again,
I have to pee, I've tried, returned to bed, I saw it flicker, then . . . A sad, fade from high granite face,
to lowly rubble, it turns to sunny toprope days with the dancing girls, the true Lycra wearing show-offs, getting them ready to to storm the cliffs.
I wake, again I'm up to pee.
From there to weird Al, I'm sure that "Word Crimes" would be more fitting but the (least )Al that comes to mind is "Foil", I'll include the link
https://youtu.be/w-0TEJMJOhk
Also the Video For "Party at The CIA"
But I won't go all weird Al - after Bette 'n Bob, how could ?I
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 22, 2017 - 08:31am PT
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Trouble with the Impalement
Here's a thought
A lonely thought
If I were a tree that took revenge
On the tree worker or logger
And fell upon them in their sleep
Hari Kari style
Sacrificing all to prove a point
Would anyone think about me
Or only my hapless tree cutting victim?
The branch is mightier than the saw
"Caw caw!"
Says the crow to the owl
"My prey, my prey!"
The owl goes back to sleep
He likes to hunt by day
Anyway...
If a tree falls on me before I wake
Would any hear me scream
Wrapped so tightly in my dream?
-splinterman
01/22/2017
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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 - Jan 22, 2017 - 08:49am PT
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Pan, Why Cafe?
AT Empanada Falls
I fell for your mother's pies
Mincemeat of the gods
a falling body
force proportional to mass
and to the distance
force is divided
between climber and belayer
if it is done right
it makes sense to know
how one should do it proper
dynamic belay
the moral to this
is to stay away from pie
you don't wanna die
--MFM
Way before Twitter
Fossil Climber no quitter
Lost Arrow sitter
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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 - Jan 22, 2017 - 04:40pm PT
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Neptune's beach towel has morphed into Juno's wet spaghetti noodles.
Still getting rain, not a lot, and some warmish wind, here in the Central Valley.
More shots of the valley.I did not go out last night to participate in the Merced Art Slop. It was much too cold/wet for this geezer.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 22, 2017 - 04:54pm PT
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One picture=5+7+5 words (±X)
High cue
Could PAUL really have beaten Bruce in Nunchaku Ping Pong? Ask Aaron Rogers
Possession of nunchaku is illegal, or the nunchaku is defined as weapon in a number of countries, including Norway, Canada, Russia, Poland, Chile, and Spain. In Germany, nunchaku have been illegal since April 2006, when they were declared a strangling weapon.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 22, 2017 - 05:20pm PT
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Sunset Cliffs
Bruce Lee has left and will not be returning.
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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 - Jan 23, 2017 - 05:39am PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jan 23, 2017 - 08:44am PT
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Ed Roberts is the Google doodle today. I encountered him at Berkeley. He wasn't a whiner (like some we know), but a winner.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 23, 2017 - 09:06pm PT
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The Arrow Direct
On one fine day as I hiked the falls trail
With a friend of mine by the name of Blair
The Arrow Direct was to be our goal
'Twas nineteen ninety six the year
We rapped to the notch to fix the lines
And jugged the rim by alpine light
To stumble by dusk the way back down
I dreamt of mists all through the night
Rest day we racked and packed the bag
Near Lower Falls lot in the dirt and sand
At dawn we groveled on up the slabs
To morning's light first tier was grand
But my old injuries had come to roost
Those barometer knees forecasted rain
The bad ankle hated the munge pad stairs
But starting the route then I felt no pain
About pitch four we had hit our groove
With bolts protecting an awkward offwidth
The aid was easy and the free to five eight
As the climbing was uneventful and swift
Second Error by dusk was a luxury bivy
The falls nearby swirled to the abyss
At dawn we scarfed and set to our work
As the mists rose up from the roar and hiss
The notch came along with a rude surprise
Where the water we stowed was MIA
We had hoped someone put it to good use
For our's was depleted the rest of the way
The spire was next and a lofty perch
As we worked our way to the outside face
The last pitch was airy with antique mank
O'er the falls that drifted out into space
Some Jolly Ranchers and a spot of cheese
Two sips of agua served to toast success
We set our ropes taught across to the rim
As my partner cast off I turned to the west
Taking in with reverence this time suspended
As the Valley shone bright in the August light
A moment transfixed there in paradise
The falls crashing down with thunderous might
I set off to tyrolean and halfway there
A raven cried out as it flew below
Through that notch and out of my life
As I knew my climbing days would go
Somber at the thought of it
This wreckless lifestyle had taken its toll
No longer the bright eyed dreamer
We packed up and hit the trail to go
Twenty some years ago I hung up my rack
'Twas to be my last wall since when you know
With a special place inside my minds eye
In what some might say is a part of my soul
Epilogue,
I hope if you are a climber
The Arrow is on your list to go
I climbed twenty four years to get there
It was worth the wait I'll have you know
-bushman
01/23/2016
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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 - Jan 23, 2017 - 10:47pm PT
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How manky were they, Bushman?
I really like Jolly Ranchers now
but all we ever tooken along was
besides gorp maybe some Rolaids.
Didn't go in for no luxury items
except Pall Malls back then.
I doubt they even made Jolly Ranchers
back in them days.
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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 - Jan 23, 2017 - 10:57pm PT
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Yesterday's hammer.
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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 - Jan 23, 2017 - 11:06pm PT
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jan 23, 2017 - 11:39pm PT
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How manky were they?
Old nail drive or star drive bolts with hogged out aluminum hangers ...
Mankier than a rusted wad of fish hooks
from the belly of the largest swordfish ...
Aluminum bashies with tat and frayed wire
welded into the pin scarred heart of old Yos-e-might ...
Mankier than the gnarliest heart-held hands of the oldest most experienced living climber in America...
That manky!
Of course that was so much longer ago,
It's youngsters on that now ...
Replacing every manky old bolt with 3/8" bolts no doubt.
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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 - Jan 24, 2017 - 06:34am PT
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THAT damn manky?
Damn, that's manky!
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