2. Supertopo needs more political threads; how else are we supposed to bond!?
Okay - How about a second chance.... I know who has Pass the Pitons Pete's crab!
3. I am drunk on life; it's been this way more than 13 years now. Why change? Why am I not doing something useful like driving to the crag? because I have no car, no partner and it's too cold to climb anywhere within driving distance!
I read your other posts and applaud your sober-dom. Keep it up! I believe I am too cheap a drunk to become alcoholic, but acknowledge it as a possibility. You should get your ass up to the Gunks sometime, when the weather is mild. Choose a sunny morning cuz the crag faces east, and go practise aid climbing on a nice crackline. You'd be amazed what you can accomplish in the cold.
Edit: oooooh, Maker's Mark. Man, I love that stuff, but it's expensive, even in Kentucky. Far too good to mix with anything, gotta love that buttery taste, eh? If I had six fingers, I'd be passed out by now.
As for sheep, poor Eva has been punctured, and no longer retains her virginous pressure. She needs a bit of Seam-Grip or Plasti-Dip, after an immersion in the bathtub to find her leak.
i begun the night at the liars bench. no apostraphe. no possesion there.
its the last standing fukin bar in placerville's main street
met my wife and put a few back while swooning her.
drove home. paypaled a fellow supertopo'er for a new fish ledge.
my wife told me instead we should buy drywall and pay for my moving violation ticket.
so i promised her scrumptious sex many feet off the ground.
she consented. i bought. now i just have to put together... scrumptious sex many feet off the ground! sheesh.
oh.... rules.. here:
1. 4 beers and $$!&%
2. pass the pitons pete, i shudder at the thought of the jam between your toes on that umpteenth night amongst the stars..
3. "why" always scares me off pete cause i pack no answers. f*#k i sell somethin for nothing. my empty and so are my pockets they are THE void. why?........ purse my lips and whisper, "because im really a little boy inside"
1. I dont drink anymore but when I did I could really throw out some inflammatory comments
2. I can still throw out some inflammatory comments now and then.
3. The weather is so nice right here in San Diego why the hell go anywhere else right now. Beach 10 Minutes away J - Trree 2 1/2 hours away could leave in the morning if we wanted too. Could go mid week as well why the rush.
1. One frosty glass of Mirror Pond Pale Ale (yummie)
2. Most Bloggers on this site are posers (meaning wussies!)
3. I would be doing something else but thinking about brew no. 2 on a Friday night, but what the heck, it's friggin raining anyways today, tomorrow ... and it won't be stopping until about July 5th! (guess where?)
1. Proper martini - gin with vermouth actually in the drink - the perfect buzz.
2. Ignoring male dog trying to screw the female in heat on the other side of the room.
3. Obsessing over adding details to my latest additions to MountainProject.com
Oh Happie! That drew me out of lurker mode. What a great clip. I hope nature drops in. Those guys are definitely yogini material.
(I'm not drinking cause I am on pain meds right now for my eye. Does vicodin count? I could take more than one. Hell, I might take more than one.)
edit: my inflammatory comment:
I think nattalia is a man. Why does everyone think he is a woman, couldn't his name stand for Nat Talia? I slander all who disagree with me!
One of the new suits at work has a still at home for making 'fuel'
for his car. Has a fed permit too. Says he can make enough to
cut his gas bill in half. Uses discount sugar from Costo and Walmart
and plastic buckets. Ingenuity at it best.
3. Why you are drunk and typing on McTopo instead of doing something worthwhile, like driving to the crag.
If I could offer any more suggestions, I would! But I can't.
So here we go:
1. One margarita a couple hours ago, and about 0.6 of a bottle of really nice Cali chardonnay, a nice 07 Gnarly Head. On an empty stomach.
2. Steve Grossman is a dickhead!
3. I have no life. I suck. But at least I'm going caving next week in Kentucky! And I'm watching Get Smart reruns, starring the late-great Don Adams, a fellow Hoser.
1. So far, one Sierra Nevada Hef! Garnished with an Orange! I know, fruity, but I was out of lemons.
2. Pate is a goddamn smartass! (We made up a while back, though, so big hugs, Pate!) (Post Thread review Edit: Bluering's a goddamn commie cop-out who flaked out last minute on the below mentioned ski trip!)
3. I'm waiting for Ezra to pick me up so we can drive to Tahoe and go snowboarding at Squaw Valley tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. I’m not drunk and I don’t climb rocks in the winter… just look at them. I’m also waiting on a geo job opportunity so that I can share ranks with them professionals but am having fun trying to share/educate my fellow Supertopians here at the Taco Stand in the mean time. Why not? Teaching is fun!!! And, there’s too much damn snow out in the desert so far this winter anyway!!! Aaacckkk!!!!
Now then… If I could only muster up a serious Tuolumne belch… :)
2. At least one inflammatory comment - you dirty libs can rot in hell. no, you cant have my money.
3. Why you are drunk and typing on McTopo instead of doing something worthwhile, like driving to the crag. - the kids are going NUTS. they are sitting at the table eating frozen yogurt. i escaped to the office for a moment of 'sanity'.
Pete I luv this thread....( sung to I luv this Bar) being an out of work construction worker in NV I've been hitting the Bud Lite ( I'm trying to lose a few lbs.) since 10am I'm getting a good workout just crushing the empty cases.... If the rain stop's around here we might be able to climb at the Loaf but it's a long drive.It's a little warm to really make the effort to attempt a Lee vining Ice trip so .....Drinking it is. God Bless and enjoy those Knasty cave's you crazy Canook.
i still say, as amater-of-fact agorgantly that my drink dial is the besttest.. i bought a portalege with saturated dreams of big mountain solos and conviced my wife to forego home projects and payments to the govn't all so i could feel like a man conquoring that pesky gawdforsaken unknown who... she beckons us brave cowards.... to come see abuse inherent in the system.... onwards... fair soldiers and soldierettes to the last farewell to her god.
plop. plank. stumble, trip. strip. tidy up. undo the knot. retie it. bleeeeeep.
1. Zilch, Nada, Nothing (I could sure use a beer and a bowl right now, though!)
2. Some of the vitriolic, arrogant, self-centered slander that was posted in response to natalia's thread (US on decay? a european view) makes me ashamed to be an american. What a bunch of spoiled idiots!
3. I'm not doing something more worthwhile (like having a bowl and a beer) because my girlfriend's grown kids are home (zonning out on the boob toob) and I'm supposed to be setting a good example.
1. A couple middle fingers worth of Lagavulin 16
2. If it looks like a troll, smells like a troll, quacks like a troll, it's a fricken' troll. When am I going to learn!
3. 'Cause I'm making political hay here on the Taco drawing analogies out of compost.
well, if and when i drink... i'd take a scotch.... or--something...
well, tonight it's
1--a bunch of coffee...
2--i have a small blister on my heel from my snow boots...
seems the ol' sock slipped down a mite... :)
3--the critters are all sleeping, as it is FAR too cold in here, and they don't feel like talking.. so--here i am ...
*think i best go get more blankets and warm now, though...
god bless and good night all...
Skully: re frozen falls in the Snake River canyon. Drove to the "big city" today (Twin Falls). Lotsa stuff on the 500' deep walls there---maybe frozen sewer seeps;)
I think some people have climbed on them on occasion. I can walk you into a north-facing one on a 300' deep side canyon a few miles from here, mostly on a road.
Seriously though-----I used up a lot of luck ice climbing, and one day, I was driving an Alaskan friend up Little Cottonwood Canyon by SLC to go skiing. He saw some waterfalls, I was concentrating on crap roads and traffic, and he was chattering about how cool they looked and we should go climb on them.
Out of my subconscious comes: "I think I've used up my waterfall climbing luck."
Soon as I said it-----I went: "woooh----where did that come from." Then I realized my inner-self knew something I had not realized.
1. Your current consumption: None so far. Just got in from a shopping expedition, getting started.
2. At least one inflammatory comment: Steve G was hidden in one of the Wings of Steel haulbags.
3. Why you are drunk and typing on McTopo instead of doing something worthwhile, like driving to the crag: Not drunk yet. Going to Norway next week. Busy. +5 here and pouring rain. -20 in Oslo and beautiful snow and sun. Mountain weather. Bought a pile of stuff at MEC for my cousins today.
And, as you know, Norway is THE HOME OF THE TROLLS!!!666 So maybe I'll bring one home, or breed with one, or something like that. That would definitely top PTPP's lame-ass sheep. I mean, trolls hang out under bridges and eat goats, and probably sheeps too.
Ha! Wayne, you're so hopelessly working class. "Posers" indeed! Culturally sophisticated Americans like Rokjox show their erudition by calling us bozos "Poseurs"
Man, when he laid that lash on me, I was awestruck, and immediately capitulated to his superiority and had to admit that yes, there were fewer shitters in Yosemite now than there were in whenever the Golden Age was. I felt so ashamed. So... ordinary.
And what's that sh#t about Nippazzano Chianti Classico Riserva Are you, like, totally weird or something? Do you really drink stuff like that, or do you just look up wine names on the internet and then try to impress us? Real Americans like me enjoy something straight and normal like a bottle of '03 Louis Bernard Chateauneuf-du-Pape with our dinner of Provencal-style Moussaka.
1. One pint Jameson. 3.5 sorta cool-looking camoflauge miller high-lifes given to me in a red and gold box of 24 by what's probly my last real client
2. World wide oil production reached it's peak. The money men saw this and pushed the price north of a benjamin. The world economy crashed. A falsly engineered recovery. The oil price rises as we speak. Which will crash the economy. Rinse and repeat.
3. 2 years ago I came loose on WI 5 (I know, I know). Busted up my talus. Part of it lost blood flow. Self employed - uninsurable. Now I hobble around trying to feed myself and loved ones while fending off the suits who want their money. No climbing for me tomorrow. But I've done more in 33 years than most see on tv in 50. At least I'm not stuck making shoes for 11 cents an hour. Or shorting my daughters future to make money today.
David, did du Pape smell like poop? It should. Lucky bastard. I had the Nipp. at work tonight. Ritchie was in a good mood. I offered to open a Molettiere Taurasi that i just got. He had to one-up me. "Save your stash" he said. That's one reason I love the guy.
[Dr. Piton cracks open one eye. The afternoon sunlight is streaming in the window. He reaches blearily for his laptop, and a dozen empty beer cans clatter to the ground. He finds this thread and ....]
Holy frig! Nice work on this thread, lads. It just goes to show you - you spend eight hours photoshopping pics, uploading them, and writing a trip report here, and get maybe thirty replies. But you write something stupid, and everyone joins in.
No hangover here. Working weekend ahead, so couldn't afford to dive so deeply into the bottle last night that I'd have trouble climbing out this morning.
Someday, if invited, you will taste Chateau Petrus with the DOA climbing crew.
Ah... A sort of simultaneous kick and kiss. An intimation that I might be lucky enough to sit at your table but at the same time a hint that I might not be worthy. Hmmm. Raises all sorts of questions, doesn't it? Foremost among them, Would I accept even if invited? (Well, okay, with Pomerol's best involved, I'd be sorely tempted)
But, sadly, this is a working weekend, so we'll have to pursue this later.
I made them promise to post a trip report here and they have some feedback for cmac re; pitch lenghts.
An incredibly cute French (my bad, not French but Polish, he informs me early this morning. ;->) climber named Rober-t is poaching a bear box in my site. (Have no idea where he is sleeping, wish it was with me, hehe) I forgot what he and his friends have been up to, but it was impressive.
Oh yeah, 3 months ago he was buried in an avalanche in the Dolomites, passed out after 10 minutes, recoverd by dogs after 30. Lucky to be alive, he is. Tore his MCL too and just did some wall. Oh to be 20-something.
Met another young man who just got off a 30 hour push of The Nose with his buds. I met them while chastising them for their smoky fire and loud spray @ 10:30 pm while I was trying to sleep. (Grumpy old lady)
Flanders was kind enough to buy me dinner in the Mountain Room, then the next day he hauled my ass up the bottom 5.8 OW pitch of New Deviations (Diversions?) Damn, Valley 5.8 OW is H-A-R-D! Can't say I did much climbing, and have never been man handled up a route before, don't think I like it much. We were running out of daylight.
Oh yeah, the Lurking Fear gals free climbed up to 5.12 on this route. Yeah!
Time for a 6er and Friday night in C4 before I hitch back to TPR and get it open!
Not yet....:D Jess thinking about the adventures life can offer if one is brave enough to grab the rope, the rudder or the reins to the bit in the horses mouth. Guess one needs to just decide to live not thinking about how you can't because of what you cannot forsee. Just a thought on a Friday night as I prepare to grab a new life rope and see where the route leads.....Cheers, lynnie
Ps, I could use a bouldering pad, cheap :DD For the next adventure of course.
1) One (so far)double shot of Chilled Grey Goose poured over concentrated lemon-lime Gatorade and Ice
2) Based on what I've been reading lately, I assumed all Super Tostada posts were made while drunk
3) Trying to avoid going under my buddy's Lake Tahoe cabin and chase squirrels away so that I can finish repairing the freeze damage to the irrigation pipes. Besides - all the climbs at Donner Summit are too hard for me.
Oh yeah, 3 months ago he was buried in an avalanche in the Dolomites, passed out after 10 minutes, recoverd by dogs after 30. Lucky to be alive, he is. Tore his MCL too and just did some wall. Oh to be 20-something
wow, what a fortunate guy, to get through all that, after the sad tails, we have heard...
say, give flanders a big 'hey there' from ol' neebee, next time
you see him! :)
no drink for me, tonight, i got grandkids coming tomorrow, at about noon, but say:
swished the ol' whiskey in my ol' broken tooth... :)
had a nice drink with my neighbors the other night... sadly, just about that time, a man across the street was found dead in his bed, by a young girl in the home---they were waking him up for supper, or something...
he had a bad history of either drugs, or something?
very sad for the young girl and family... :(
Watching an absolutely horrible movie, about to turn it off, "Nine"....
it sucks badly. Someone tried to imitate-I think-Fellini and doing a piss poor job of it.
Penelope Cruz is in this flick but her beauty cannot save this lame film.
and yeah, musicals generally suck anyway, live one's not so bad but on film, yuck!
No alcohol for me, just in a cranky mood which adequetly substitutes for me to vent and miss-spell.
I glad they offed that murderer in Utah.
They need to punish the riff-raff that vandalized the area around Staples center after the Laker game, what a bunch of uncivilized hooligans, who looked like a bunch of gang banger types. LA cops couldn't seem to handle the situation too well, so next year call in the National guard and kick some a*s
Let's see, what else....time to go to bed, I'm done.
Actually, I wasn't drunk on Friday night, but I might be now.
Two glasses of Toasted Head cab, working on the third
I might not be on the wall, but I'm still in Yosemite. Ottawa Doug is a Cubicle Puke! Leo Govkowski is not only a Habeily, but might be a Big Wall Theorist, depending on how he makes out on his current solo of the Prow
I've been down off the wall nearly a week, and my fingers and body are *still* sore! Heading for home tomorrow, see yous in September, eh?
1. Half a bottle of Aussie cab, which I picked up in Kentucky for five bucks. [FIVE BUCKS?!] Actually, it's not bad for five-buck wine.
2. Mark Huge-dong is a pathetic little wanker who gets uglier with every passing video. Not only that, he's such a short-ass he uses a CHEAT-STICK because he can't reach the placement!
2a. Captain Kirk hasn't been in Yosemite for so long he forgets how to climb. He says he has his eyes on El Cap - yeah, from the BRIDGE! That's the closest he'll get to the summit! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!
2b. Anders is a weenie for pointing out that I was sharing my beer mug at Facelift. We got the price down to under fifty cents a fill, incidentally.
3. I've got my airplane ticket booked [thanks, Dave!] and I'll be arriving in the Ditch on Sept 14, staying til around Oct 24. Hopefully a couple more routes on El Cap to bring it up to 42.
It appears as though I'll miss Facelift as I'll be on the wall CLIMBING [sorry Gretchen and Missy, the Beer Girls] so that wanker Anders can keep all his profits.
Changeover Time occurs three hours earlier in the eastern time zone!!
Cheap is good. I pride myself on my dirtbaggedness.
Definitely a weenie to point it out on line. I don't think you're a wanker, but you might be.
I ran 9.6 K in something like 51 minutes last month, not really trying too hard. You look pretty much like an old fart to me, so I might be able to knock you off over 10km. But I guarantee you would not stand a chance against me over 100m - I would smoke your ancient lard-ass.
[That would be a horizontal 100m. The results would be even more embarrassing for you over a vertical 50m jugging. After my first wall - need to get fit - I could smoke most any young whippersnapper in 50m free-hanging jugging, with my frog + ankle cam setup]
Looking forward to drinkin' some with ya, mate. Even if you're a weenie. ;)
I've got a nice Tylenol #3 buzz on, maybe pop a couple diluaded at bedtime. Had my titanium rod removal surgery yesterday from left tibia. Went for the general anesthetic which was the right decision instead of a spinal.
Life is good, I feel great in spite of the pain ..... I'll be climbing in a few months or sooner hopefully
Cranked up my protien intake with whey powder a few weeks back and poof aches and pains gone. Added in a liquid multi-vitamin. I feel awesome ! Have a great weekend everyone !!
Chef what really blows with this tib break is that it was done to me by a gang of kids in an upscale West Vancouver shopping mall late at night 3 years ago. about 8 or 9 twenty something year olds held me down while one gave me a kung fu kick. Tib broke clean in half, smashed into fib - the description of the fib was called "cornflaked", about 50 pieces of bone.
Global connections alive tonight here I see with gf and Jim yakkin bout the weather. All is calm back here on the 'Shore boys, sunny but cold …. Just sent Randy home with a bunch of fresh scans of him and Croft in the '70's. Lots of Tami shots gonna hit the intardnet soon too
say, i actually was not drunk, but i just HAD to jump in and post--after all, at least i got the FRIDAY NIGHT part, down right.... ;)
course, i DID have some great warm mint tea...
and a shot of WHISKEY for my broken tooth...
god bless to you all...
aw shucks, though,
i don't get to play here much tonight, i am on the tail-end of getting my christmas gift done! :)...
*started off like a rabbit (the ol' hare, remember?)... turned into the tortoise (through no fault of my own), but i am hoping to finish up as A WISE OL' OWL...
well, somehow (as i had to babysit, tonight, too)... oh my... :)
well, as i said, carry on :)... and good cheers, this happy supertopo eve, to all!
Some doctor on television this morning said that the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started. So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a box a choclets. Yu haf no idr how bludy guod I feel rite now. Plaese sned dhis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov iennr paece.
And it's all the fault of the LEB, who luckily rarely plagues threads other than her own.
I have had a few beers.. I was at a GIS meeting today and related a good ole "Idaho Story"! While working for the Weed Department in Bone Idaho, we had a farmer who was noncompliant for his Spotted Knapweed. We sent him an "enforcemnet letter" and showed up with the spray rig. He met us near the gate with a shotgun, at which point we had to call the sheriff. The farmer was restrained long enough for us to spray the noxious weeds and get out of Dodge!
There are 2 ways of dealing with that leb thing. Do not engage, AT ALL, which is apparently difficult for some, or extra double overload.
It used to be, when one pulled posts, that a thread would sink like a stone. Must be pumice, these days. T'was a strategy, is all.
The community could very well be at stake.
Thanks for the Black Flag Bing link The Larry.
Two Sierra Torpedos...not enough to get drunk...I'll work on it.
Henry Rollins wrecked Black Flag and ushered in the death of punk, at least in LA; some time in the fall of 1979. Plus, I thought he was, and probably still is, some ego jacked, talentless jerk who attached himself to Black Flag and rode the original bands coattails. I was lucky enough to see the original lineup of Black Flag many times...they were great. I saw them twice after Henry joined...I remember thinking..."punk's dead".
Cuz it's gonna rain AGAIN tomorrow...now I'm drunk and mad at the weather Gods.
1) Not enough.....budget cutbacks = boxed wine = not enough.....:D
Note: I did have two, count it, TWO, (my first ever two,,,,did I say two ????) shots of tequila in Virginia City,NV over Christmas and taught my grandsons to dance at the Blood Bath Saloon. Does that count. hehehe.
2) Inflammatory Comment.....Locker, help me out.
3) Finally got an ASANA bouldering pad from Santa, maybe get it dirty this weekend. It's light enough even I can carry it. THANKS, Santa, lynnie
1. 1.5 glasses of Penfold's Koonunga Hill cab-shiraz 08 - cheap but something like a 92 according to Wine Spectator
2. OK, so today the CRTC, Canada's governing body as to what goes on TV and the radio, banned the Dire Straights song "Money for nothin' and the chicks for free" because it contains the word "faggot" three times. Apparently this is was because of ONE SINGLE complaint. WTF is wrong with today's 'politically correct' society anyway? All I can say is, the CRTC is a bunch of faggots! [I love you anyway, Anastasia!] And anyone who disagrees with me is a faggot, and is not allowed on my portaledge! [Lez Zeppelin 4 excluded]
3. I ain't goin' climbing, I'm goin' skiing! Woo-hoo! The long-awaited, as in "ten years overdue", father-son-grandson trip to South Lake-Heavenly begins tomorrow. Anyone wanna join us for a day on the slopes next week? We've got a kick-ass timeshare so bring your bathing suit and bivi gear if interested. I'm gonna show you young whippersnappers a thing or two about what a 50-something old fart can do on a pair o' skinny skis!
BRING IT ON! I'm just gettin' started here. It's still early. My son hasn't even arrived yet. It might be painful in the morning, but too bad!
And as for 2. above, I *still* promise to kiss Steve Grossman's ass if he makes it to the top of P2 on the original start of Wings of Steel!
Sitting here on the balcony in South Lake Tahoe after an amazing sunny week of skiing at Heavenly. Lots of sun and beer breaks today. My son Will and I were sitting in the sun with our shirts off, and the hotties were calling us Canadian Bakin'. Going home with a pretty darn good suntan from the waist up.
Heading out for karaoke later, not yet even close to drunk, but working on it.
Not "drunk" but a Stone IPA at dinner, some shared pitchers of Sierra Celebration at the bar and a nightcap White Russian = not bothered by my tweaked knee from getting pounded from the top of the lip of a 7' wave straight to the bottom. Thought I lost teeth at the time...checked myself and paddled back out for more =) Rode a few more before (and endured a few hold downs) before realizing the knee was sore.
Dang, Ana and Bluering just thinking of you both today and how much I have missed you....and little John. Come visit anytime. Love you Guys so much. The two of you early on so helped me get a life, a new life. Bluey and my first Thanksgiving at Josh and Ana and our adventures to The Nose Reunion and camping at my first Facelift.
The wine would be a bit much if I didn't have some food. Before I left work, I sauteed up some black trumpet mushrooms with hot Italian sausage and arugula and tossed it with some papardelle and a little marinara and butter. Arf.
Gads, it's only Thursday night. And being a lightweight, I'm halfway there on half a bottle of Appelation Lodi - the Seven Deadly Zins. Don't laugh, it's great stuff, though slightly overpriced these days, even I [the consummate cheapskate] will spring for a bottle every now and then.
I'm saving the Amador County barbera, which I brought back from Heavenly last week, til Saturday night.
Driving my folks to Fort Lauderdale next week, where I shall be the third man in their cabin on the Holland America cruise ship. My net cost for two weeks of cruising? $139 US! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! And your POS Merrican Dollar is worth rather less than the Mighty Canadian Loonie!
What say you to that, Anders? And you other Merricans?
It starts in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Stops at their leased little island in the Bahamas, Half Moon Cay. On to Curacao [never been] and Aruba [been there] then back to Florida. Turn around, return to Turks and Caicos [new for me] San Juan [been there, but cool] and St. Maarten [was just there in the fall, know all the shopping places, it's the Cheapest Booze in the World!] then back to Ft. Lauderdale via Bahamas Cay again.
Now on these cruise ships, they don't let you bring on your own booze, cuz they want you to buy their expensive over-priced stuff. They X-ray your bags at security on the way in, and they are getting wise to tequila in Gatorade bottles.
However the security guys on the cruise lines are usually from Nepal. So you start out with the folded hands Nameste! and work from there:
"Oh, you've been to Nepal?"
"No, but I'd love to go. I'm a climber. I'd love to climb Kangchenjunga. It's the third highest in the world, you know."
"Really, that mountain is right above my home town!"
"What a surprise, you must be from Kathmandu."
"How'd you ever guess?"
"Hey, um, I hope it's OK. I like to sample beers from the various ports. I hope you don't mind if I sneak a six-pack in from time to time...."
Goats on trees are found mostly only in Morocco. The goats climb them
because they like to eat the fruit of the argan tree, which is similar to
an olive. Farmers actually follow the herds of goats as they move from
tree to tree. Not because it is so strange to see goats in trees and the
farmers like to point and stare, but because the fruit of the tree has a
nut inside, which the goats can't digest, so they spit it up or excrete
it which the farmers collect. The nut contains 1-3 kernels, which can be
ground to make argan oil used in cooking and cosmetics. This oil has been
collected by the people of the region for hundreds of years, but like
many wild and useful things these days, the argan tree is slowly
disappearing due to over-harvesting for the tree's wood and overgrazing
by goats. http://www.eioba.com/a76497/7_incredible_natural_phenomena_youve_never_seen
just remember that I'm a cheap drunk...all I need to do is sniff the cork (after emptying the bottle, of course!).
Fritz-I'm working outside and splitting firewood daily, using my trusty maul. I vowed to heat all winter long using just firewood. The weather got too bad a couple times, but so far so good. The wood isn't that good for BTU's so I need a lot of boxelder and cottonwood. Keeps me active, tho'.
It really helps the upper body and abdomen, in addition to strengthening the hands and forearms.
well...hmmm.... say... hmmm, how to know that perhaps he did not just
trip over five cats and a pup-dog, while he was
trying to make POTATOE soup... ?
oh no.. wait... hmmmm, OOOPs, wait, that is ME trying to do that,
not HIM... OOOOPS, very sorry, there, ol' hankster...
okay, i'm sorry... carry on, hankster...
i'll post my soup episode, photo,later, :))
*did not trip, after all... the critters MOVED CLEAN out of the way,
heading out to each-their-own rooom...
and the ol' pup dog went to sleep...
ahhhhhh, the ol' soup kithcen, is all mine now...
welllllllll, perhaps a good night eve, drink, then, at that...
edit: say, brokendownclimber... wow,keep up the good woodchopping work...
my auntie (the one that died from falling through her frozen-iced pond, and my twin buddies's dad, still alive, are both folks that chopped wood into their 80's)...
makes one strong, too, so one does NOT get as easily tripped-up, by critters, when making potatoe soup... ;)
Well, it isn't Friday night, and I've only had one beer. But I'm sitting outside an internet cafe on the lovely Caribbean island of Curacao, after a swell day of snorkelling.
They have all these warnings about not bringing any booze onto the ship, and that they will take it and give it back when you get off, so that you are obligated to buy their expensive stuff. But I made friends with the guys at the X-ray machine, and they have been letting me in no problem. So I picked up a 6'er of Venezuelan Polar beer, and another six of Presidente from the DR. My favourite is Caribe, maybe I can pick some up in Aruba tomorrow.
Having fun playing my trombone a bit with the jazz band, and "working" hard on my suntan. Made the karaoke final so we shall see what happens.....
In Aruba today. Nope, no climbing wall on this ship, although I was on an Royal Caribbean ship a few years ago that actually had a really good wall! One of the guys had set up a decent route that kept me entertained, although I am the world's worst gym climber. Even more fun was their little wave pool thingy, with water jetted up a steep ramp at about 30 mph, down which you could boogie board and surf, pretty cool. They don't have one on this ship, however - I'm guessing it would be hard to ride in a wheelchair.
London broil and creme brulee were awesome last night - I'm down on Deck 1 [the cheap seats] so I am "punishing" myself by walking up ten stories every time.
Snuck in a half dozen Venezuelan Polar beers and a half dozen Curacao beers yesterday, right through the X-ray machine no problem. Of course, it could have something to do with how fast I grabbed my gym bag and ran upstairs. So I've got a dozen Aruba Balashis here for a similar run soon.
Dang, it's hot down here! Gotta be up in the 90's....
Gads, it's only Thursday night. And being a lightweight, I'm halfway there on half a bottle of Appelation Lodi - the Seven Deadly Zins. Don't laugh, it's great stuff, though slightly overpriced these days, even I [the consummate cheapskate] will spring for a bottle every now and then.
My buddy is one of the bothers that owns that winery, if you ski they just put out a powder ski with the 7-deadly Zins Logo. He one of the main people here that is pushing the Lodi Appellation. He is also the main sponsor of the local bicycle team. Climbing related because his son is getting to climbing.
Hey it is Friday night, where is everyone? Ok, technically it is Saturday morning in VT. Just arrived so am enjoying a Brooklyn Brewery Black Chocolate Stout as a nightcap. Cannot beat 10% ABV to ensure a sound sleep :)
Actually, hopefully everyone is not posting while drunk because they are packing and prepping for a great day of climbing/skiing/whatever tomorrow.
Wade, will this become a regular post? Photo of this week's beer and mug, with the previous weeks on the screen behind? That would build into a sort of fractal image.
There is a similar one somewhere on the net of a photo of a cat looking a the screen, which shows a photo of a cat looking at the screen, and on into infinity.
This is my last Friday night in Hawaii for a couple of months; I come back in May for my daughter's graduation, but except for that month, I'll spending most of them in or near the Valley for the first time in 25+ years.
Worked hard today; sent another box to CA, including my slide scanner and several large boxes of slides, packed most of my S.W. and Hawaii slides into moisture-proof ammo boxes for storage here, set up my second garage sale in the last month, so that early tomorrow morning, strangers will be arriving at 6:30am instead of 8:00 to root thru my cool stuff that I'm parting with.
Next Thursday, I'm on a red-eye out of Kona to St. George for the weekend, then to CA, on the road again...
Can't think of anything inflammatory... If something comes, I'll post it up!
Woo-hoo! It's Friday, and it's three hours later than you Merricans in California. Pizza's on order, 3/4 of the way through a Jim Beam and ginger ale. If a certain blonde ever shows up, I might even get some pinot grigio and gewurztawatzit....
And I'm watching curling, only slightly Spaced out for now. It's the Tim Horton's Brier.
Some of you might know who Tim Horton was, but I bet there's not a Merrican who knows WTF the Brier is!
P.S. What's a Scotsman doin' drinkin' bourbon? Hey, this guy gets it. He even recognized that it's "whiskey" with an "e". No Merrican would even notice the difference between bourbon and Irish whiskey compared to Canadian and Scotch whisky.
I'd risk it for a biscuit!
And yer a big wanker, pass the penile implants.
When yer drinkin', say what you like. Blame the liquor.
As they say, it's all good. They DO still say that, don't they?
I haven't asked THEM lately.
Vintage just means "old" to some folk.
You're ok, probably. Maybe. Skeptisism is not a bad thing. I'm sure you're used to negative critisism being the norm...boys are ever wont to such things, yeah?
Relax, man...It's a joke. See ya in the Great Sawtooths sometime. Party on!
oh my... i am drunk of the goodness of digging the land, by shovel and turning it into a GARDEN patch in my yard... i am flying high, due to the love of my grandkids, as they were over here today, and we had our first campfire, and even roasted a bit of chicken!! i was able to buy it:
it was only 3.56 a rare and good find...
patty ann marie, the ol' pupdog, was out there with us, taking her choice seat on TOP of the round picnic table... oh my... what a center-piece...
and--there is just nothing as special as digging your last bit of hard turf OUT of the garden area, as to doing it while talking to a good friend from ENGLAND, as if she is there, helping you! :))
so then, best "in filling" of the day is done...
i just may have a small nip of whiskey later, not sure...
right now it is COFFEE!!! it matches the neat hard-working day out among the sasafras, maple and oak... :) *well, at least one maple somewhere, as i saw at least one of those leaves amoung the TONS of others (left in accumilation from years-upon-year, by the other folks that had lived here).....
wow, what a day.... *first day of spring break for the grankids, too...
Not Friday night but I was riding my bike around town with my dog Slack and I stopped in for a beer at Frankie D's. Nothing but heavy metal playing(which I am a fan of). After I finished my drink I slid in a dollar and played a couple of Justin Bieber songs as I walked out the door. Hehe.
Geez, I keep forgetting to post on Friday night! Enjoyed some Aussie chardonnay last night while watching the Canadian men's curling team beat the Scots.
I really love curling. It's one of those things that looks boring and uninteresting when you watch it, but is amazingly fun and challenging when you play it. Truly, it's one of those "don't knock it til you've tried it" things.
I joined a Sunday morning curling league this winter, and tomorrow is our last game. Great fun! And except for Sunday mornings, BEER and CURLING are inextricably linked.
Starting out with a Cotes du Rhone. I'm not so fond of the French blends, it's pretty darn dry. I much prefer the South African Goats Do Roam. However, it's a reserve, and a gift, and it's doing the job.
Jammin' on 'bone and piano. Heading into Algonquin Park in a week for my annual eight-night canoeing and fishing trip.
Keeping it simple with a wonderful reserve of Natural Light (bottles). Grilling some elk steaks and watching the sunset and scratching my head trying to identify extinct freshwater mussels. Living the good life! Hope all have a great weekend.
3 glasses of Gnarly Head Old Vine Zin, the best wine ever. Had to stock up at BevMo tonight on the way home. Last day of the sale. Picked up a gallon of Absolute for my summer martini pleasures. (Though I prefer a real martini made with gin and very dry vermouth, stirred very carefully.)
Welcome home Fritz - so you've been through Moo-cow I expect. I hope the Hyper-Spud is still doing well. I always try to patronize when I'm back home in the Shire.
Just got home from an Angel's game, they played the Boston Red Sox and lost-damn. I need a drink, there were too many Boston fans around me, especially annoying was this one guy behind me who never shut up for the entire game. What's up with their obnoxious accent?
I wouldn't go near a Dodger game as long as the gang banger's claim it as their territory.
There was another funny guy tonight. This lone dude was all dressed in Yankee garb and would yell out, "Let's go Yankee's, let's go"....that was hysterical. Not sure WTF was up with him? 'cept probably a lot of booze.
Spider Savage gets it - great taste in wine, and he knows how to make a proper martini.
Vodka martinis are for James Bond, Dean Martin, and other savages, but not Savages.
Enjoying some Chilean reserve Carménère. As usual, the Chileans do a better job than those savages in Bordeaux, who typically over-blend the bejeepers out of their wines. Is there anything wrong with but a single varietal?! Sheesh.
Grande Vidure mon gros âne....
...and there's an unnecessary ellipsis for that dude who can't spell the word on the other thread where he was ranting about commas.
Last night started with an expensive Silver Patron margee at Chevy's, then home where my personal Italian chef (not rich, just lucky) served an incredible seafood meal. She picked up a a bottle of dry white sauvignon from Italy that was awesome. [Tonon Friuli, Grave Sauvignon, 2010 from Vittorio Veneto It.]
Instead of posting on the Taco my wife and I flew to the moon in our Meade LS 8" f10.
Home after a day of wine tasting in the Niagara, Ontario wine region. Just because you can make wine doesn't mean you should. Needless to say, nothing purchased. Heading to Napa in a few weeks.
Bought some Eisch breathable glasses, which have finally made it to Ontario, but only among a few select cognoscenti. There is an apparent catalyst contained in the crystal that allows the wine to "open up" much faster, and when you pour wine in a just-opened bottle into your basic Reidel and your Eisch breathable, the difference is astounding - you can't believe it was the same bottle of wine, except you saw it happen. At the first three wineries I visited, the wine pourers poo-poo'd my glasses, and refused to try. At the fourth, two open-minded gals did the taste test, and were - of course - blown away.
Eisch breathable glasses will completely alter the paradigm of the wine snob. You will never drink from a regular glass again.
Going out drinking in celebration of graduating RN school! Plan on starting the night out with a nice Guinness or maybe a Oatmeal Stout of some sort, then progressing on to maybe a nice bottle of zinfandel! Cheers Pete! Can't wait!
oh sh#t. I drank like 3/4 bota box of old vine zin last night and was pretty f*#king wasted, how did I forget this thread? Amazingly I bullied my friend into baking me cookies at 1AM and I think they were magic because I woke up at 8AM this morning feeling fine... killed the box tonight but tonight was more about the lobster than the wine. Lobster on the grill, mmm mmm mm and then some ice cream. Yesssss!
Adam, of all the things this world contains, lobster and The Keyes are way high on my list. Sitting here thinking of memories of great times and good food from the places I've been blessed to visit around this incredibly great globe.
Went snorkeling Key West....under a little sunken rowboat about a mile out I ran into a lobster that was as big as a newborn. I didn't know it was legal to catch so I said Howdy, drooled out of my mask and gave him an adios. Cheers, Lynne
Nice Lynne. It's great to think back on travels and experiences. Your lobster encounter reminded me of getting spooked by what seemed like a monster lobster that popped out of a crevice on a night snorkel in Bermuda when I was 17. Scared the crap out of me!
It's been a long day, and although my laptop tells me it's nearly 11 eastern time, it's still before 8 out here, so lots of time to go.
Tried to do the Walk of Shame today, but Tom had already left the bridge. If he was even there in the first place. Maybe all those photos he puts up are just photoshopped?
Started out with a couple beers, finished the zin from last night, Josh made me a dirty martini [kinda lame, vodka not gin but still tasty] and then we cracked open one of David's cabs, a really nice 09 from Paso Robles. Hmmm, the martini glass has mysteriously refilled itself.
Aren't I supposed to post something inflammatory or something? I can't remember my own rules - sheesh.
Listening to Largo's tune by Lou Reed. I keep thinking Lou Rawls. Lou Rawls is a bitchin' jazz singer. Don't judge him by his "You'll never find....." pop tune.
Bombay Saphire with a good splash of Ponti dry Vermouth.
Shared with Red (my smokin' hot wife) on the veranda overlooking the Big Tujunga wash. An olive for dinner and a quick yucca flower appreciation hike.
Back again I'm preparing a new creation in this proper state of mind:
A yucca flower martini made with 3 parts Silver Patron and a splash of margarita mix with a server orange tendancy.
Raising a glass to good friends here on this thread.
Aaron - we did open another bottle of Toasted Head chardonay - not bad. However we used our Eisch breathable glasses while jammin' on piano and guitar. Our two best tunes we Amazing Grace and How Great Thou Art.
But in the spirit, I am relaxing on the porch and drinking an ice cold O'Douls Amber, smoking a La Gloria Cubana, and going between reading the Taco and reading a big wall book so I can have some idea of wtf I'm supposed to be working towards with all this gear I just bought.
Inflammatory comment as per Pete's rules: Bouldering sucks. Discuss.
(FYI I don't care really, hands on rock is hands on rock, but thems the rules haha)