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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 3, 2013 - 04:27pm PT
I want to lay this on you, TT, that I have not actually been threatened by having a piece of weaponry pulled on me for anything. But it's what I try to avoid.

The unavoidable means you are truly cast at the mercy of the land man. He usually responds in a business-like way, being a manager, not some tweaker. This is not something I've encountered very much but maybe three times.

One took place on Sheep I. in San Pablo Bay. It's a private bird hunters' preserve, members only, etc. I may have told this one, but Scott and I were on a short break from the NF factory and we rented a misery boat, as it turned out. the wind died completely. Hot and still. We were not able to start the motor (1 hp Gull outboard POS) so we drifted up onto the rocky beach. This was an inflatable cat. We had the guy come out in his rig, a golf cart, naturally, equipped with not one but two shotguns and a holtered sidearm. He saw our trouble, said he was ex-cop and did us right, gave us stuff to jury the spark plug, and a tool to use on it; on our way back into the bay very shortly, but the right pontoon still leaked. Slowly we paddled, steering back the way we had to go. Sundown saw us fagged, but we made it back to where we'd started. the Gull did not fail again, it simply was under-powered.

Another time Tim and I were cutting up downed black oaks in the lands below Donner heading to Blue Cyn. The land owner came by in his own wood truck and said stumpage is what you think you can pay and still make some extra. Mr. Blevins was his name, from Grass Valley. He was in the process of removing the trees, most of them, to develop the land for homesites. No harm, no foul, he and we both made out. A rarity, I'll bet.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 3, 2013 - 04:33pm PT
Now that you mention it, I did run into a very hungover looking Don Johnson on Sunset Blvd a couple of blocks east of here about 5:30AM on my way to work. Never met Belushi.


You may or may not believe this. Remember some folks call Gower Street an Avenue.


http://www.ghostwhisperer.us/Main/Marmont.html
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 3, 2013 - 05:54pm PT
That's right, duck and cover, low-flying aircrap.
[Click to View YouTube Video]this one's for Dennis Oakeshott.

Dennis and Millis went up the hillis,
Climbing the Salathe clean.
Dennis asked Millis to stop, simply chillis.
It was quite a comical scene.
If I were Bruce Willis, I'd have clocked Millis
With my crag hammer's nicely-formed peen!

Ypee-ki-yay, Uncle Jimmy Weldon!


Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Aug 4, 2013 - 03:40am PT
Rat Pack on Mouse's Flames thread: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=g9U_iDR7ORU

Then Cat People: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=VpdHMaccjw4

Gasolin(e) of course: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=gQ5ZWxsjDKQ

And finally My Way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=egY8rUpxqcE
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 08:11am PT
That was some good past rock, Mr. Roy. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I do go further back than you may realize, however.

First, the lyrics to Mr. Sinatra's My Way.


And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mentionI did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

[instrumental]

Yes, it was my way.


The secret to the success of this song is that it was such a wellllllllll-written piece of poetry. It appeals to each and every one of us who has a self-image of the wood chip going against the stream, or of the boulder that won't move. Our psyches respond to this type of stroking. Madison Avenue (Are they still the advertising center they were back there?) knew this decades ago. The underlying philosophy of effective ads is to reinforced what people have already determined they like. Once you've purchased something and hear or see an ad for that thing, you are being told you have made a correct choice. Stroke, stroke, stroke.

There must be a climb somewhere named for M-my W-way.

I do like the reference to each & every highway. I can relate very much lately here.

Billy Bibbit is the opposite to this personality, in my mind.
http://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=yzpLB9ulA3s

I don't belive in this world anymore
I con't believe in me anymore
If I can rise above it...
Can anybody save me?

Another shell in which to live, not forgive?

[Click to View YouTube Video]This clip from one of my faves might show that.

That last line of Nurse Rat is pretty good.

"Therapy."

The rapee, more like.

She set poor Billy's self-esteem back another notch with what she was doing, reminding him of his mother's disapproval.

Bitch.

Before I forget, here's yesterday's sunrise.
Today's will be here on time, I'm happy to say, at 6:07. But I'm not sanguine that the pall of smoke over the moutains will have lifted. Nope, looked out the window--still hanging in there. I bet today's rvent looks about like yesterday's.

I liked the spectres of the peaks that appeared as shadows on the smoke in yesterday's shots. I forget the name of that phenomenon as it's known over in Europe, when shadows are displayed on clouds.




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 09:58am PT
Have a fine Sunday.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 4, 2013 - 11:01am PT
As they say in the song, spotlight on James Brown (was Buster his love child?)


If you're more into guitar special effects than ballwhacking, here's my nephew with his BARRACUDA pedal invention (it's kinda long, feel free to fast-forward).

[Click to View YouTube Video]

Not to play favorites, so here's another nephew and his crane. If I fall down dyin', he's bound to pick me up.

[Click to View YouTube Video]



* Disclaimer. I get no kickbacks. I will point out that the pedal company is no longer Toadworks, but rather TEN Effects.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 4, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
Interestingly (or maybe not), the Sweetwater and Lower Otay dams failed or collapsed in 1916. The flooding was blamed on the infamous Charles Hatfield, aka The Rainmaker (not affiliated with Dylan's friend, though the walls did collide and Mr. Hatfield did depart rather quickly).


Well, the rain man comes with his magic wand
But the judge says, "Mona can't have no bond"
And the walls collide, Mona cries
And the rain man leaves in the wolf man's disguise.



Sweetwater

Lower Otay



[Click to View YouTube Video]

Lower Otay today does appear to be solid.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 02:38pm PT
Pate, it was way past time for the change. The new one with the pink titties will be a crowd pleaser...

DMT tastes like Pate's old socks, SO DON'T SMOKE HIM!

These Buster Broon's are magic, lad!




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 03:08pm PT
JD Model 2320.#2320. A long time coming.

[Click to View YouTube Video]
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 4, 2013 - 05:14pm PT
Whilst on the topic of Portugal, Carlos Alberto Gomes De Sá (age 39) of Portugal won the Badwater race this year in 24:38:16.

There appeared to be about 15 DNF'ers out of 96.

Dean Karnazes who is now 50 finished 32:27:17.

Oldest finisher appears to be Mark Olson (66) 40:51:56,

Oldest (but DNF) Karsten Solheim (76). Amazing.





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 06:10pm PT
How to have fun while beating the sh#t out of your body. No thanks.

Fitness, not witless.

"Let the Hills Run, Red."

The Hills Run Red/Starring Henry Silva in this action-packed western IN ENGLISH. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDDNlDZ3kWM

The beating Henry takes in the intro scene with the Yanks, now that the war is over, struck me as being in line with the brutality of this self-esteem gig called the Badwater. That would be a great name for a spaghetti brand.

Your basic revenge flick with holsters and horses and Henry. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Silva

"Pot-boil the Badwater and enjoy your meal."

Fjord Django, the newest in a line of western-names-for-cars, along with the Sierra, the Laredo, the Scottsdale, is being put on the market soon from Saab. There's a troll hanging around, too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll_(automobile);


Viva Django (1968 spaghetti western)
Starring: Terence Hill, Horst Frank and George Eastman
A mysterious gunfighter named Django is employed by a local crooked political boss as a hangman to execute innocent locals framed by the boss, who wants their land. What the boss doesn't know is that Django isn't hanging the men at all, just making it look like he is, and using the men he saves from the gallows to build up his own "gang" in order to take revenge on the boss, who, with Django's former best friend, caused the death of his wife years before.

It's a revenge story. I got to sleep halfway thru and didn't miss anything. I replayed it. Sundays should always be this way, unless you're out in the hills.

Nicola di Bari/You'd Better Smile
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH5JwmPWmfI
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 07:44pm PT
How to bring a climber back from the sky? A silly thing for me to try.

But how'd he get so far, so high? Real good rubber, that is why.

The Devil’s Milk: A Social History of Rubber/John Tully
http://monthlyreview.org/press/books/pb2310/

Photo taken for instructional purposes only.

Climb like you have a brain!

zBrown, I hear Mark Olson drinks only coffee and milk. But he's gonna be a Norski, betcha, not a Finn. He's a non-Finnish finisher?

I simply could not resist. Nick makes me do these things.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 4, 2013 - 09:54pm PT
Speaking of birthdays, neebee, thank you for the gift of your presence here.

You certainly weren't born under a bad sign; that's an ASL joke, my dear.

A short tribute to my older brother, the sportsman, long may he live.

He kilt a chipmunk when he was only six. He kilt his first bear when he was a young teen. His grampa Bill Bermingham took him and molded him as a boy ought to be. Taught him to skin, filet, butcher, flyfish, jerk, etc. Plucking he managed to learn on his own.

He married his wife's cousin, a much more fitting mate, a lust match not. Just two cynics united. Amen.

I love them just the way they are.

Thank you, Grampa, you did a swell job.
We had the world's worst sound system at our home and they didn't know it. I used the stereo constantly when I lived there in the late sixties for short spells. I was a mannish boy, moving around as the spirit dictated, or needs.

I had some Muddy and BB, but this was the real deal, far as I was concerned. I'd heard him play in the Fillmore on the Hendrix ticket, I think, when I was enlisted and at TI in SF Bay.

Albert I, King of the Blues/The Hunter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrWa3gE7p9g

Love gun. Huh.

Of course I had this album. It was produced in 1967. If anyone wants my opinion, THIS IS THE RECORD OF THE CENTURY.

By a black man or a white man.

No opinion on this century. It's not a total bust yet.



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 5, 2013 - 12:39am PT
One of Jim Donini's earliest climbing partners, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/25/early-humans-climbed-trees-australopithecus-selam_n_2018431.html
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 5, 2013 - 10:29am PT
Asleep at the Wheel/Choo-choo ch'boogie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOT6ZqWS25g

Joe Liggins/Honeydripper
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au25J4WhoBg

These are for Fossil Climber. Gee, yer swell, Wayne. See ya at Oakdayle.

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Aug 5, 2013 - 11:56am PT
Continuing to harp on the damn dams. Lower Otay with Car. Obviously after it was rebuilt (the dam, not the car).



Not the same car and headed toward Pt. Loma Lighthouse.

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Aug 5, 2013 - 12:02pm PT
Mouse

A few Shakespearian insults if you need any more of them than the ones you've already got:
 Art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
 What wind blew you hither?
 (You) stink and putrefy the air.
 Peace good tickle-brain
 There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune
 He is open to incontinency
 Seems he a dove? His feathers are but borrow'd
 This knave's tongue begins to double.
 He shall think it fit to expound his beastly mind to us
 She speaks, yet she says nothing
 He has not so much brain as ear-wax
 Here comes a flattering rascal
 (You show yourself) highly fed and lowly taught
 Away, I do condemn mine ears, that have so long attended thee
 I find the ass is compound with the major part of your syllables
 (You're) the very butcher of a silk button
 Mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 5, 2013 - 12:02pm PT
http://formerchildactors.com/buckwheat-william-billie-thomas-jr-photos/

If you must, you must.

It's otay by Mus musculus.

You rascal, you.

Mara Loo, for you, good sirrah. My favorite line is the second. It describes a lot about myself, to myself. Bufoonery is my milieu.

"Thou naughty varlet!"--Dogberry
"I had been writ down an ass!"--Dogberry
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Aug 5, 2013 - 12:26pm PT
This may be a view from the road to Pt. Loma, taken by Boomer in the early seventies.

How to tell it's the seventies:
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