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hooblie
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from out where the anecdotes roam
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Apr 11, 2017 - 10:37pm PT
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this morning before i was conscious enough to deliberate, i whispered:
"you're the chinstrap on my bottlecap." well it woke me up at least
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 02:35am PT
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Talk is sheep, hooblie. What did you expect?
Me, I'd put a lid on that before what's there fizzles away.
Puns are fifth grade humor, abounding on the joke page of Boys Life.
I never missed an issue.
The issue with the rebuses on the cover was my favorite ever.
Note to Bushman: Sheep dip is not recommended nor useful for electric sheep, according to "Androids for Dummies."
I wish I could get back to sleep, but that's not happening.Two basic colors.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 12, 2017 - 03:15am PT
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Now I'm all on for sleep not so for sheep, a goat gets got, it's about lost on a boat
Unless It's a duck boat. Low bridges and dredges, means less stuck barges.
Not that 5/18/78aint great
I've Pink Floye'd to Jest thro your Tull
you're to old to roll a rock now
to J Giles ! Made it to 71 !(RIP)
The hot tuna album
Quah?
[Click to View YouTube Video]
There is talk of older Original footage ?
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 03:50am PT
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Beyond my pay grade.
Trick shot with mirrors and a little smoke.
This is from April 2013, the day of the earthquake.
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Bushman
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The state of quantum flux
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Apr 12, 2017 - 04:48am PT
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Nacho Mama's Blues Song
Going to Chicago
Going to play the guitar
But if I die before I get there
You can call me a liar
Down down down
Oh the river's so far
Down down down
Gonna play my guitar
(Rinse and repeat)
-bushman
04/12/2017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 12, 2017 - 05:39am PT
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Entitlements be damned there's a submarine with Kim Jung ills name on it . . .
As pleasant as it may be to rally round the flag.
It was always Peace 1st !
Peace instead,
Peace to feed a head,
If blasting things was ever th way to get things done
Find the gold
Not turn it to dust,
deep digging , not friggen' killen
F
were dropen' munitions a path to any success
we all would wear Viet Nam vests. . .
Thnx for your service , yes,
but them goons in that White House also lied
so many good brothers died
We the People stood-up, walked and sang. . .
Burned it -
that starts it; a symbol, a desicrTion. . .
The Stars & Stripes burned brightly
We rallied round the flames. . .
till they spurned it,
They tried to . . . .
Or just called us hippies?!
We showed up -stood Up
called for a stop to all the war'ing
at all costs. . .stop!
The liars in charge heard the mothers of the long hairs !
who would war in our own neighborhood before going anywhere
Once we the people set to it,
Liars lis be outed or ignored
So they in charge, declared victory
and ran off to the horror
It all fell to
Pol pot.
Yer' see'n it all again - the lies to send boys off to become men from killin?
It so sad and bad and who knows how it will go
Will it End in a Mushroom cloud Somewhere?
. . . . C, izt Lunker das, you can't expect peace from Chaos. . .
Fuggazy ! No more fug'n Rules there's you're title mofo's
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 08:19am PT
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Welcome to Wednesday.
In spite of the shifty weather, dese guys are gettin' things done.
It's a boom in construction, Cosmic.
It's too bad that the Boiler Tenders and Firemen local had to cancel their last social...not enough stoke.
See what you done done, Cosmic?
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 08:54am PT
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If the Germans did not use chemical weapons of mass destruction and death, what myths will then be safe from attack by dis-believers and nay-sayers and alternate news sources?
The so-called drought in California and the West is over.
The Cubs won the Series.
Nixon was no crook (just an outlaw and ladies love 'em and they're always right).
Ladies are always right.
Bitches are just bitches.
The Left Side of Reeds is easier than it's rep.
Any more popular lies out there, Sean?
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 12, 2017 - 09:42am PT
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Georgie
The trailer park was like a cage
That senior year of angst and rage
A dog named Spike led me to her
A terrier with soft white fur
To the woman in the old Airstream
A sad recluse so it would seem
I thought more pitiful than me
She pitied me I did not see
Her her name was Georgie and she was kind
To a hippie boy with a rebellious mind
With flowered scarves upon her head
And a Peruvian blanket on her bed
She read the tarot cards and smiled
And saw the man within this child
Then took my innocence from me
I took her pain for all to see
As the smell of booze and cheap perfume
Permeated in the gloom
At the midnight hour she gently cried
As I lay there useless at her side
I had no clue what caused her pain
As she slept I snuck out in the rain
But tragic fate was in the cards
At dawn when fire trucks filled the yard
The fire had burned late in the night
As merciless as the sickening sight
She'd never woke as the candle burned
My first scars then were scars I'd earned
When Georgie lived and Georgie died
With Spike the faithful at her side
And I keep her memory to this day
To grieve for her in my own way
-bushman
04/12/2017
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 09:57am PT
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No Title, Just a Commoner
Eau de Lay.
I wish I could emote that way.
The tales of lost loves are the best.
I can do without all the rest -
The bloody knives and storm-wrecked tars,
The space travel and souped-up cars.
Love is universal.
Likewise,
Lost love is no reversal,
But an open doorway to the future.
Who knows but that life is just rehearsal?
The curtain falls and then what?
I know...chicken butt!
--I. Feelbetter
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 12, 2017 - 11:17am PT
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For why
Why the f not?
I Got a Catholic for a doc. He hates that I am not
And I'm healthy as a horse
He hates that too,
10 years latter the same resting added 20 pounds.
He tells me that my connective tissue is to blame for my round shape!
Make no mistake at 5,3 I'm way to heavy at 175lds!
the thing is I've slowed down and like to sit and tap
my silly existence into a place I once was a thing at
Now I'm a thing not at it..
or there !
or have any chance to be there
for more years and months than I care to count.
So yeah, no thyroid problems ,
Prostate ? no . . . . .I'd know if I was peeing more!
So?
No !?
Still that digital fill . . .
Loads of - what about a blue pill?
For why ?
I can , I'd do , I do with the wife?
No complaints, see she wouldn't dare. .m.
Ok give me a prescription
Now for a shar to far. .,. ,
The wife watched me down a fist full of Suppliments and said :
" What? No gag? - You could do It! & you don't even have to take a knee".. .
That is what my sweet-hart, said to me (as a joke?)
On our 20th anniversary.
I can pick'em im telling you
Twenty years and still from Shakerhieghts Cleveland Ohio .I would Marry her again , skip Frozendale and be a denizen of middle earth A dweller of the Califonia earth - given that chance.
You have no idea how much I miss the world west, - Far west of the
Mississippi . . .
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 12:25pm PT
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I get your drift.You better fast, because it's in a hurry to depart and you're too slow and fat to try to catch it.
I just finished the trudge to the store and feel wunderharb, even CAPITAL! I even remembered the TP.Chilo's is non-Hobbit-forming.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 12, 2017 - 05:27pm PT
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Delilah
How the mighty have fallen
Down upon their swords
Oh I am wicked
Send me to the gallows for
I don't deserve these unsoiled hands
Or soft soled shoes
I'm rusted
Leave me my friend
From the first time I saw
Those golden shores
The salty beaches
And wicked whores
The gambling halls
And open sores
Upon the beggars
Count me down
Come here no more
For when I hang
I'll know what for
And until then
I forgive your sin of betrayal
Sweet Delilah
Leave this man
I didn't deserve you
Don't come back here
Again
-bushman
04/12/2017
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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 - Apr 12, 2017 - 11:00pm PT
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Of course Tolkien's enormous output was not a result of indulging in the smoking of what we call "leaf" or "boo," but of an ordered mind operating in a specific manner to achieve a specific end.
If you believe otherwise you likely indulge yourself in the leaf or haven't thought about it much. I have come to the conclusion, based on thinking about Tolkien's obvious disdain for war, that he was a deliberate and thoughtful person, not some flake like moi.
But I am trying to be serious some of the time, just not in a prescribed and deliberate manner, for that's not me.
I love the tales of derring and doing, as well as romantic sagas like GWTGTO, for example, and The Rings provides both that and romance, often lacking in climbing literature.
Just some thoughts after having viewed the end of Hacksaw Ridge, which has some excellent acting and make-up, if you can stomach the offal and other awful things.
Like bloody hands from lowering wounded bodies with a cargo rope again and again. In between hiding from the enemy. Worthwhile story, so check it out.
Speaking of "awful" or "awesome" things,
Oliphaunt is the title of a short comic poem
about the beast quoted by the hobbit Samwise Gamgee to Gollum
as they and Frodo Baggins rested in the dell before the Morannon.
It was based on traditional bestiary lore.
Oliphaunt
by JRR Tolkien
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.
Other versions
An early version of the poem was published as Iumbo, or ye Kinde of ye Oliphaunt
in The Stapeldon Magazine (June 1927).
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Apr 13, 2017 - 04:13am PT
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Rachel/Tina
I couldn't believe it
In anger I threw my cup down
Within two days she'd found another
Mug shattering about the ground
The coffee had splattered onto her shoes
She looked up at me in a quizzical way
I started to turn
She slapped me once and walked away
She sat across the room
Fourth Pittsburg/New York Series game
Chewing gum she bobbed her head
Her frizzy blond hair bobbed untamed
We walked the road to points unknown
But knew all along what we wanted
Shared bliss and haunted childhoods lost
Of passion all that blunted
To Rachel it was only physical
She stared off to some faraway place
I was but a passing thing
Between drinking and momentary grace
An infatuated physical need or love?
What was in the moment would have to do
I never understood enough back then
To discern between the two
Consoling myself with Tina
We shared a warm pipe and a cold beer
She never wanted it sexual
I had never known not to as I held her near
She smelled so damned intoxicating
From her Baez songbooks she played
I left there in the morning
Tutored about love in a different way
-bushman
04/13/2017
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Apr 13, 2017 - 04:32am PT
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I won't delve to deeply or dwell to long on the subject; my times spent in mirkwood demand it be so . . . .
GWTWTO (or Whatever ? there's a G missing from somewhere )
On the Toob this instant .to add to the present day nightmare the stooge Carter Page.
There is something strange , in his constant denial to answer directly as well, now speaking with a slight lisp.
that is important and telling ,
he should be forced to undergo a dental exam. I'll bet he would have a hard time explaining his missing spy molar. . . .
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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 - Apr 13, 2017 - 06:22am PT
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"Gone With the GTO," the one about the bicycle thief who graduated to stealing muscle cars? By Ferretti Road Show Productions? Who could forget the line, "Begone from my front yard, rapscallions! I'm calling the sheriff NOW!"????
Apparently you've not seen the film by tRuffalo. You gotta get out more, m'boy. It was right up there with the classic western "Butch and Mudpie Dance In the Rain With Golf Shoes," aka BMDITRWGS. If you haven't seen THAT, it's "Cool Hand Luke" meets "D'Aango" (the Trousseau masterpiece) with a touch of "Grand Canyon Chill" ("You got a piece of morphine?") by Dweebie Griffiths De Millis.
Here's a clip from my brother at Dodge Ridge.
This is the first time I have ever witnessed him on skis and actually skiing,
not standing around posing and looking virile (which he was BITD).
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-jqYgsZzoHYMzE4eEdIZ3djLUU/view
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