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Russ Walling
Social climber
from Poofters Froth, Wyoming
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Mar 15, 2017 - 09:30pm PT
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For a second I thought that was THocking in a moo moo.
MutherFukker!!! Now that is funny! Well done. And sorry to Tad too... but G'damn....
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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 - Mar 15, 2017 - 09:59pm PT
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I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it....The private life is dead - for a man with any manhood.
--Strelnikov
That's mu-mu, haoles.
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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 - Mar 15, 2017 - 11:05pm PT
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Glen Denny and Chickenskinner.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 16, 2017 - 04:37am PT
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 16, 2017 - 06:04am PT
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Hooblie,
I like the lichens. Very nice.
ff
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 06:25am PT
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Indeed, good morning and sweet daydreams.
feralfae, I didn't mean to ignore your post up there about Dickens, but I didn't see it till just now. I'm a Dickens reader, but not all of his work.
I don't expect he gets read much except in high schools anymore.
His life was BIG and it was BOLD.
Even while young he was still old.
Ink-stained memories goaded him to succeed,
A lit-starved country began to read.
And things changed quickly after that.
And for his efforts I tip my hat.
Were it not for him this old Mouse
Might inhabit some Bleak House.
His two-pound coin is well-earned.
I've posted this before. A goose. We need a goose, boy!!
http://www.sfgate.com/entertainment/article/Great-great-grandson-performs-the-dickens-out-of-2545852.php
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 16, 2017 - 06:54am PT
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Good morning Mouse.
Thank you for the sweets.
Why is today scribbled out on that calendar in the photo?
ff
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 08:00am PT
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Why is it scribbled out? Good question!! I was playing with the air brush in my paint box, a tool that I've not used in all my vast computer experience. :0)
At least, Tad, I can spell mu-mu. That's a good close-up, BTW. Have a jelly-filled.
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 08:03am 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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 09:01am PT
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Or Jayne?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Mar 16, 2017 - 10:48am PT
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What Words I Wrote While Waiting at the DMV
What came to me with a dreadful sound
A gift of clumsiness then crowned
By the age of four and 40 pounds
My clumsiness it knew no bounds
With a crash and boom I hit the ground
Headfirst into the lost and found
From that day on I did redound
To fracture bones like a clumsy clown
As sky is blue and the earth is round
On clumsiness I shall expound
My clumsiness has known no bounds
From youth and on I've been unwound
By clumsiness whether up or down
Though an adjective and not a noun
Would define me back in my hometown
Once I am gone and not around
A gift of clumsiness renowned
I'll be howling like a wounded hound
Beyond my death unto the mound
Whence demons laugh and angels frown
-bushman
03/16/2017
...and here I sit still waiting at the DMV
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 12:20pm PT
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...and here I sit still watching tv,,
--zz2k pounder
Thank You, Boris
One day on a plane bound to windy Chicago
And I had planned to read Doctor Zhivago
But the stewardess that flight was no virago
We two have since wed and live in Port Chicago
I've since bought us an autographed copy and we read to each other nightly from it.
Bushman, you could have made an appointment,
but you're probably there not by your own choice???
The D.M.V.
Going into the DMV is such a treat
In fact I admit that I’d rather be beat
“Please take a number” the sign above
The machine says
My ticket says # 80
The big red LED sign says
“Now serving #12”
Four clerks working
Half way through my wait
Two get up and go into
A room in the back
God knows where that goes
One stays one comes back.
One guy is talking to the clerk
Doesn’t know jack about
What he wants and can’t explain himself
One overweight woman stands there
Carrying on a conversation with the clerk
About nothing relevant to why she’s there
Like no one in her life will talk to her except
The clerks at the DMV
The clerk is too polite to tell her
to shut up and leave
There’s a guy in the corner
On a cell phone
Wears an expression of self-importance
I’m hearing a one-sided conversation
to someone about why his toes are numb
I finally get up to the clerk that calls my number
She’s looking at my lost title application like
I just murdered her parents
She’s mumbling DMV jargon that I can’t understand
I tell her I can’t hear what she’s saying and I see anger
Flashing in her eyes and she’s yelling at me
So the whole office can hear her.
I’m not deaf.
Alright all you DMV people please remember that all
Of us dummies on the other side of the counter
Pay your wages regrettably
I’m not a sadist either and I don’t like being in here
You people that come in here, make sure you have
All your ducks in a row and all your paper work
You only get ten seconds to tell the clerk what they
Ask of you. When they’re done with you leave.
No you can’t have a meaningful dialog with them
They don’t give a about what your family is doing
On the weekend and neither do I.
There is a difference between a utility trailer and an RV.
It’s not “Old Home Week” at the local DMV
One clerk is a man he looks like 20 miles of bad road
The clerk who yelled at me has really long hair
Her claim to fame, even though she wears it like a
Pile of chaotic bread dough piled on top of her head.
One clerk is a little too full figured and takes too many breaks
One clerk is the remnants of vanishing good looks
Who’s hair looks like a rats nest behind my refrigerator
I’m no dashing prince either but at least I’m nice to people
I don’t know. I’m not being paid taxpayers money to do it either
Like the people I met today at the local DMV
“Renew on line or by mail!” It says on my DMV paperwork
Good Idea!
Dave Proffitt
11/3/2015
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 04:07pm PT
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Possibly at the Altamont concert.
As I live and breathe!
Is it, can it be...Michaela?*
Sweet!
* "mi-shell-uh"
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 05:16pm PT
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Reminds me, the VA still hasn't sent my magnesium. Woke up from a nap this aft with a foot cramp. Hot-watered it and it dint wennaway.
Then I went out and found a feather and tickled it. Then I was good.By the time I got my boot back on, I was feeling the heat in the street.
I went to Los Costenitos to see if something could be done to cool me down.Turisma been good to them, not. Only locals bother, unless the Greyhound or Viajes lines drop someone off who needs to get to the Amtrak, then they're screwed unless they bother to check the schedules for the local service called The Bus, conveniently. But they seldom do, apparently, but know it's 'thataway' somehow or way, or unless they ask a local, WHO ARE GLAD TO OBLIGE not being surfers or climbers, but I'm an exception and will chat their heads off but this hardly ever happens because I speak no foreign languages but French and Spinach and those pretty badly.
Anyway, Nancy set me up with an icy DRLPEPPER and a tamarindo popsicle.Then I stood around licking it and watching it melt and got a few more pics.
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 05:26pm PT
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Then I came back here and called the Rev and look out at the sky from my window and drink my DRLPEPPER.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
in the midst of a metaphysical mystery
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Mar 16, 2017 - 08:44pm PT
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Oh, you know, DMT . . .
"not a sparrow falls . . . "
Someone just kindly helping the Creator with one of the creations that needed a little human help, that's all. :)
Anyway, I would guess that is why.
:)
ff
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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 - Mar 16, 2017 - 09:10pm PT
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Pacem colore viridi
fuggers!
Fang claw bite scratch
She's my mate 'n' a helluva catch
Even if she's just a nuthatch
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