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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Leapin' lapins, Monsieur Waylong!
Hank woulda done it more like this jerk with the riduckless NAME: Flydini.
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As if a self-respecting climber would let himself be known as any kinda -ini, don-, or bard- being the obvious exceptions.
What's in YOUR fly?
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Are you talkin' to me?
I'm gonna do to Buster, what the Indians did to Custer.
(or Native Americans, I fergit which)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I didn't take it, but then I didn't leave it either. I do have 3 River Birch trees though.
Hiawatha National Forest (Michigan UP)
Pentax 645NII, 45-85mm, Fuji Velvia 100F
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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What's 4:20 plus 2:32?
6:52, John.
Then the Jews started arguing with one another: "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?"
Well, if that doesn't mean it's time for a sixth Hanukkah light, I think it's six, I'm not certain and don't have the candles set up and lighting my own, see. Some may not know, so...
That's the gig, showing respect for the Jewish custom by lighting a symbolic Flames Hanukkah candle each night.
It's like Advent, but I'm not doing Advent this year, it's too late.
So, today's rising sun seems appropriate. It was red as meat in the sky.
It was twenty-six degrees cold, too. Booked back to the nest as soon as I could get one or two bird/sun shots.
I think Hannukkah may be over, having just changed my calendar over to December... How embarrassing.
But here's my light, I'm still gonna let it shine.
I blamed Dean Fidelman again.
Since I'm dealing with the calendar, here's one for the road, from May.
Tired of tacky Christmas gifts?
Want to impress Moosedrool next time he visits?
Get some of these to hand out to yer close friends and in-laws.
http://www.stonenudes.com/
And I'm pretty sure it's all good with the Nation.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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What did Ricky always say to Lucie? Loooooooooooosie!
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Marlow
Sport climber
OSLO
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I don't know where this picture belongs. Here it is...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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That's gotta be CoolBeen, a sidekick of GentleBen.
It's definitely not Stallone, the has-been, with that flat muscle tone. If anything, he's looking a little rocky.
I'm glad you put it there. Put 'er there, Carlow!
rocky done lost his roamin' numbah, suckah
They had no zeroes, only heroes in Rome.
Rocky phoned home only to find Gideon's rifle
Was pointed at him, Gideon winked and he grinned,
"It's shooting blanks, kid, a Hollywood trifle."
English stallions were a little later, and 00VII is not a recognized license to do anything, especially in Canada, God forbid!
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"Looosie! Tell Desi and Dino and Billy to synch a bit more quiet, eh?"--Bob DeSilieux, a resident of Ontario
I used to know a Bob Greene, zBrowne. He was the guy who sold the Rev his Chev, the panel truck of gray from his first stay in the Valley, spring '70. I was green then, and green with envy he was going to be there and I was schooling. I remember.
My brother Mike got called "Slim" by one of our great-uncle the redneck log truck driver. He hated the name like I hated his calling me "Tubby" or "Fats." I felt good about it. Thanks, Uncle Fred. And I'm sorry about the fire.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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The Bob Greene that comes to my mind got a degree in Philosophy from Stanford and later started a computer software company, Robelle Consulting. This is their little database handyman and their horse.
as for Bob, straight from the horse's mouth
My decision to found Robelle occurred when my employer, a distributor of nuts and bolts, sold twenty copies of a transaction logging program that I had written. He got $1000 for each, and did it in less than a year without doing any sales work. "Wait a second", I thought, "What's wrong with this picture? You write a program once, then sell copies of it, each time charging $1000 for a $12 magnetic tape. That beats working for a living."
Now why didn't I think of that?
As far Bob's car, when I saw him arrive at a computer conference, it was in a limo and he exited with a bottle of champagne in hand.
Internet history
In January 1992, the first versions of WWW software, known as Hypertext Transfer Protocol (HTTP), appeared on the Internet. By October 1993, 500 known HTTP servers were active. When Robelle joined the Internet in June 1994, we were about the 80,000th registered HTTP server. By the end of 1994, it was estimated that there were over 500,000 HTTP servers. Attempts to keep track of the number of HTTP servers on the Internet have not been successful. Programs that try to automatically count HTTP servers never stop -- new servers are being added constantly.
http://www.robelle.com/www-paper/paper.html
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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I don't think Ron done it this way!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Used a Bic.
this flame's for hire
Marge and My Uncle
(went down riding)
Uncle Chuck and Aunt Marge
Standing in their back yard
With their own kids running at large
Said Uncle Chuck to Auntie Marge
Boomer's four plus ours make eight
Cross yourself, let's copulate
Well let's ride the Santa Fe
I'll be the conductor
And then she punched his ticket
Santa Fe, my ass!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gary has lots. Thanks for the tunes.
Dreck has crud cred.
Bo Derek has +10, even now.
And Throwpie has Grampa cred, Peggy cred, and a surefire pie crust recipe.
What more could a thread cred need?
Back.
Sack.
And a stocking hung like a pika as you like-a, eh, Bigga Mike-a?
Merry Credmas, all ya!
18 Days!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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The Ballad of Moosie the Drooler
His rival had come with a Sure-Shot bolt gun,
And meant to take over his project.
Moosie climbed first and dropped,
He knew he’d been stopped,
And cratered a hole after he decked.
The story of Moosie.
ACCIDENTAL DEATH OR SUICIDE AT TIOGA SUMMIT?
A fall victim has been identified as Evian Pelleggino, of Lake Arrowhead, originally from Fern Spring, CA. He died yesterday afternoon while engaging in an illegal climb of the summit of Mt. Tioga, known locally as Middle Earth, and believed by many to be the abode of bird spirits, especially..
Police had him in custody early yesterday when he attended the nuptials of some friends who had recently salvaged a baking company but had recently refused him employment because of an addiction problem. He is shown here as he was trying to elude capture at that event after disrupting the ceremony itself by shouting, while running up and down the aisle of the converted church (once a bakery), “When she says forever, she means forever! She’ll haunt me into the future if you don’t give her to me to eat here and now! She’s bad for me, I know, God knows, but I gotta have her! She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine! And I want to live forever!”
It’s believed he was speaking of Miss Twinkie 3,444,667, 044, a well-filled dish, and the intended bride of Mr. Twinkie 3, 445,667,888, a well-loved fill-anthropist million-air and a f-HUGE fan of the Grateful Air.
Many in attendance at the nuptials were reminded of the death of John Lennon, on the streets of New Yoko, thirty-four years ago today.
"Sue shot the sheriff, but she did not shoe shoot the sherrif's clown. That was Mouse."
Medical evaluation revealed that Pellegrino had enough sugar in his system to kill a horse. The photos show him as he sat on the ladder leading to the roof of the building known as Middle Earth, yelling at those below, and as he lay unconscious for several minutes before plummeting to the talus.
A medical examiner’s spokesman said, “There is no question that Mr. Pellegrino was dead before he hit the ground. His heart had stopped moments before. If you look closely, you can see the pellets in the head have settled, indicating no circulation and when blood pools, it cools.”
There is a general feeling that the death will be ruled a suicidal accident, according to the medical examiner. Said one person who witnessed the scene and took the photos here, MF, “We all think he would have jumped if he could stand, I’ve been in his position and condition. I’m sure he wanted relief. For
All along a Watchtower he held up in his hand, tore it all to pieces and he gave it to the band.
Awake and play a song for me that promises no death, He said, as he ran out of breath.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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And speaking of Twinkies...
the Raiders lost.
Geo LaF did not laugh.
And the nine-nines won, and the Broncos are gonna crush!.
That would tie today up with a nice bow, the Raiders, my teams, sunrises and sets, sights and sunclipses, pigeons and crows and the news that the rooftop is definitely off-limits on the word of Vern, my friend who is night manager and co-wizard in Middle Earth.
I paid a visit this morn, tripod in hand. He informed me that even as occupants, much less "tenants" the two of them cannot go out on the roof at all except in the event of a fire, heading for the fire escape. Bummer. They pay rent, cuz it's deducted or written off--they both work in the building.
EZ come, some damn bum
is gonna snitch ya out, always.
And then I decided to truck out to Planada to photograph the snow lion on the foothills, but the battery was in the charger was in the wall was at home FORK-IN-THE_ROAD! Don't take it so hard, old fart...memory is made of lapses, too.
Oh, I almost forgot, again...yet! I saw the moon sitting there, all right-side up again after the spirits righted her, and she tells me this story. This bird flies up near it and the moon says, "Are you THE Bird?"
And the bird replies, "Do you see a cape?"
It's only snow. WTF, eh? Not like it happens regularly down to a thousand feet! I'll leave the snow to Montucky, I gueth.
The tholthtith approcheth with a vengeanth, thorter dayth are the thing now. [Click to View YouTube Video]
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Sarah deVincenzi and cat Blackie Moto
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Moe knows no Mono with that moniker, nor a tomato with a dog named Toto.
I do have an Aunt Dorathy, mojo, and mota.
And it's time for the Sunday Night Parroty Program.
I have only seen the first part, one night at a party for the party of the first part, Moe.
Take It To the Limit Vertically by The Dead Bodies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxtg7raPDYo
Twinkie...Air Head...Get it now, Donini?
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