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zBrown
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Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:28pm PT
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Oh no, it was taken (without credit no less) right off the internet.
Probably some wrong information and a photoshopped image. Everybody must get sto ... er ... everybody knows it was tambourine Man!
OT: Could you take that camera of yours and head over to Mammoth and find Matt for us all. That other thread is starting to hog all the bandwidth.
What is bandwidth you ask?
It's about like so.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 08:45pm PT
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And in the spirit of building a better mouse trap (but who would want to trap a mouse?).
Not Green Fried Tomatoes
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 09:48pm PT
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That LOOKS like band length.
The Merced HS Marching 100 was nearly 4/5 of a mile long lying down stretched out and with their respective instruments between each student.
There are two more high schools, make that three--I forgot the newest, El Capitan Redux--in tne area and the size of the Marching 100 has dwindled considerably. At one time in the seventies, the student population of Merced High was the largest in the STate. BELIEVE IT OR NOT.
Of course they included the baton twirlers. Not sure about the letter-carriers, but likely.
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
Forgive the boo-boo-boo-boo-boo.
Drill, drill, drill.
Drool, drool, drool.
School. School. School.
Drivel dravel, Muzzy Brown.
Time to head back into town.
Ellll Cap! Yay!
What's the prize for fifth place in the US twirling competition? You lose your first joint of the non-twirling hand's thumb. It's hard-core at the national level, man. You don't want to hear about fourth place finishers, many of whom turn to orb-searching, for some reason, when their careers end so abruptly.
Most races employ longer batons than we are accustomed to in the USA and Canada.
Next up from The Gym Coach, Noah Fingers: Rhythmic Ribbons, Salsa Style.
Instructions on how to measure for a twirling baton.
1. Find a tape measure. Common tape measures used in sewing or dress making will suffice.
2. Have the twirler stand in front of you. Tell her to extend one arm. The arm should be parallel to the floor. When at the right position, her arm and body should form a 90-degree angle.
3. Place the tape measure at the base of the twirler's neck. Tell her to hold the tape measure while you unroll the tape measure down to the end of her middle finger. Note the measurement in inches and write it down.
4. Visit a store that sells batons. Try sporting goods or specialty stores to find a wide range of baton brands from which to choose. A wide selection can help you pick a quality baton.
5. Use the measurement to select a baton of the same size. Batons are available in inch-lengths* and should correspond to your measurement. Choose a baton that is one size above your measurement if you find that the measurement falls between the standard baton inch-lengths.
6. Purchase the baton.**
*There are places to acquire batons which are made in half-inch increments, so don't believe EVERY little thing Coach Fingers says.
**But only if you want to. no pressure. You can go back to your piccolo and twirl that, too. It's a specialty of the Marching 45's wind section, all seven or eight of them. And preferably from a dealer in Baton Rouge, LA, home of the Red STick Ale brewing company, if you can afford the postage.
http://untappd.com/RedstickBrewmasters
This is slightly more relevant than the My Pretty Pony thread, wouldn't you agree?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:10pm PT
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Battin' cleanup, Baton Rouge! As long as it tastes and looks good and doesn't leave a red stain on your hands, it's ok buy me. On the other hand, could be a badge of courage.
-Panamint Red
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:20pm PT
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Gosh, don't ya love the Net, WW?
[Insert Wilder here.]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 10:35pm PT
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]The notoriously hard-to-control Palm Beach Baton.
The delicate shaft known as the Flagpole Baton.
The opposite ends are the same, naturally. These photos are too long when the whole length is shown.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:17pm PT
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This ALSO happened at Beale AFB, but they managed to keep it quiet. It was a foggy day.
I heard the co-pilot was "reading" a copy of Playboy and didn't hear commands being issued in time to respond.
"Huh? What? Oh, shi..." or something like it.
And that was known as the Rat Fink Cover-UP. For some reason, all crew members woke up naked in a field outside of Moroni, UT.
Heads were scratched, behive it or not.
Meanwhile, on the Salton Sea, a giant biscuit resembling the Rat Fink was discovered that same evening. It was covered with mold resembling good quality duck down, but smelled awfully fishy, like it does, only worse by far. The discoverer, a desert prospector, came down with a fever.
Since the military was so paranoid, they sent a man down there and he came away scratching his head, but no fever was reported. There was cause to think the incidents were related. For some reason, the names of the two separate capers were confused (likely because of the time frame) and just reported under the Case Name, Rat Fink. They had to cover up the fliers from the first incident, too, since they had no flight suits any longer. With the loss of the plane, the experimental laser, the flight suits, and all the going and coming, the expense was ginormous. Of course it was all well-concealed for many years.
I got this poop from Johnny Feaver just yesterday evening at the 9/11 parade.
It's kinda unbelievable. And I am very gullible. So take it or leave it.
I seldom recommended a duck down sleeping bag. When you do duck down in a duck down bag when a bear comes along, they just love the smell and won't go away.
Always go with a good goose. But TT knows all this. He's trained to recognize quality down, surely.
Peace. Down & out.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:34pm PT
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Whaal! (you probably saw this coming). I met Big Daddy at the car show in Balboa Park at the end of the 1950's.
Sure wish I would have hung onto that weirdo shirt.
BTW: Did anyone ever explain to you just exactly how a Hell's Angel attained his red wings?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:44pm PT
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Composting reminds me of dairy air.
Prayer of Saint Cowlumbine.
Our fodder, which art in the manger, silage be thy name. Thy milk truck come, at rise of sun, over earth and parts of heaven. Give us this day our daily cud, and forgive us our methane, as we forgive those pass tresses in our pastures of plenty, and deliver us from lassos. Amen.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sep 12, 2013 - 11:50pm PT
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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Is an Electric Cat a skin job?
Does a one-eyed eyeball never cry?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 12:08am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 07:11am PT
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Do it yourself, Barney. And we're out of beer. You'll have to wheel over to the store.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 09:20am PT
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IF you were so inclined, uke could climb or just do it all day with this in your headphones/head-space.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Enough of this drivel. Let's get on to the real climbing.--Johnsal
Please practice this, TT, otay? Maybe with a couple of new verses from me it will go viral.
Hear you to da Facelift, eh?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 09:46am PT
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Oh, God, I was always a total mess. I hate climbers like Royal Robbins who are so superior. He doesn’t mean to be, he just is. He’s methodic, scientific, capable, and so competent it makes me envious. I was climbing with some hotshot Brit in Yosemite once, and he said, "My God, Harding, you can’t do anything!" I said, "I know, but I can do it forever."
--Worn Hard
Terry Drinkwater was the CBS correspondent who was sent to Yosemite Valley and took rooms in the Lodge while reporting on Harding's and Caldwell's Dawn Wall epic farce. T.D. received a Masters Degree from UC Berkeley.
Like Millis, who was engaged by the CBS affiliate in LA, KCBS, to explain rock climbing as practiced by our ascensionists, Correspondent Drinkwater died after long bouts with cancer.
It's the turth and the turth hurts.
Heading out to the footies in a few.
Adieu.
Don't post drunk tonight. There's a bad moon a-risin'.
People on the River Road are happy to live there.
If I were a diving duck, and the river were whisky, I'd be in Canada and the subjunctive were'd not be a problem.
I'd dive to the bottom and never come up.
Except the chances are fifty-fity that the river's whiskey, too, so I might could have a problem.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 13, 2013 - 10:14pm PT
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All my problems are likely solved.
The formula is quite uninvolved.
All my problems = sh#t in a lump.
I can relieve myself by taking a dump.
Dump da da dump dump,
Doo doo!
Thanks lots for the inspiration.
I have no more constipation.
--Hannah the Barbarian.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuPx_oha4fQ
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 12:58am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:01am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Sep 14, 2013 - 01:08am PT
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Bret Harte used to publish in the Sonora Union Democrat under the nom de name Grapeheart McNutt. They let him go cuz they had too many issues with him.
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