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neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 14, 2013 - 10:43pm PT
hey there say, zbrown...

thanks, i needed that... i love that song...

well, you all, here's hoping...
:)


edit: couldn't get it to play...
but i know the song... :)
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Dec 14, 2013 - 11:53pm PT
As the world turns, it turns out that basal cell carcinoma and squamous cell carcinoma are not the end of the line, even leaving aside melanoma.

There is also the potential of

Merkel Cell Carcinoma (MCC) is an uncommon undifferentiated neuroendocrine
tumor, arising in skin mainly on sun-exposed areas.

At this point, do you go with Wilburys "End of the LIne" or G. Harrsion's "Here Comes the Sun"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwqhdRs4jyA (auf English)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfMWJi4req4 (Subtitulada)

Is the ice slowly melting?




neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 15, 2013 - 12:05am PT
hey there say, zbrown... are you okay?
email me, please...

but i have to get off line in 2 min...
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 15, 2013 - 12:10am PT
hey there say, mouse! wow, what a nice 'happening' of photos there...

very nice day! say, as always, i love those 'sun' for the day begun or day done, shots... :)


nice share!
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
U.N. Ambassador, Crackistan
Dec 15, 2013 - 12:13am PT
zBrown my children have come of age as millennials but they know old Jimmy Buffet songs well and together we have listened to and laughed with Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant many many times. Because you know it all started on Thanksgiving (and we had never heard of a dump being closed on Thanksgiving before).

The pleasure I had of seeing a silver maned Arlo Guthrie sing his signature song (but I always liked Mr Customs Man better, must be the airplane thing) in the Fox Theater in Stockton California back in 90s was only surpassed by the delight of seeing my kids run around the house shouting Kill! KILL! and then we would each start jumping up and down yelling KILL, KILL! And pretty soon the whole house was shouting KILL KILL! and we had a great old time playing with the pencils there on the Group W bench with all the father rapers.

And sh#t.

Seriously. My kids LOVE that song. I listen to it at least once a year.

DMT
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Dec 15, 2013 - 12:32am PT
Like I said, DMT is cool and likewise tam bien so also must be his children.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 15, 2013 - 05:59am PT
Around the back of ALICE's, after ya get there--which is hard to do cuz it's around the back, too, and that's confusing to ANY body--yer gonna see the Bitch and Moan-Go To the Bounce-House Shack that Alice installed when the peace talks were just beginning in Paris. She thought that they might do better in a smaller venue--with fewer distractions and a ot less stress, but she was naive and didn't KNOW that both sides wanted to drag it out, but that's ANOTHER STORY--and when they got upset then they could go out and bounce it all out.
Credit: mouse from merced
The idea was rejected by both sides so when the war dragged to a close, she moved on out to SF and set up on Skyline Blvd. Melanie Melonsugar told me this, so there are of course, missing pieces to the story.
Jap bike, not a door prize in the raffle.
Jap bike, not a door prize in the raffle.
Credit: mouse from merced
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Are you OTAY, zBrown?
One sweet little gal, here.  She is the world's champion chatterbox.  ...
One sweet little gal, here. She is the world's champion chatterbox. Hello, Kitty!
Credit: mouse from merced
NO, it won't ruin Quizmas if it's bad sh#t.
Life, and maybe even our whole existence, is fragile.  Christmas teach...
Life, and maybe even our whole existence, is fragile. Christmas teaches respect for life, or should.
Credit: mouse from merced
As Dickens points out in the classic A Christmas CArol, and taking from that other classic, the Gallic Wars by jCsesar, and as JC Himself revealed, things come in threes, the important ones, anyway.
Past, present, future;
Belgae, Aquitani, and Gauls;
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit;
food, shelter, clothing;
NBC, ABC, CBS (when I was a boy);
football, basketball, baseball (if you are American);
me, you, them.

I guess a case could be made for vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate.

The one thing we as a country need to fear, though, is the beard! Beginning with the Duck Commandos, ZZ Top, and Braun Freres, and being here now with Baba Ram Das, Father Time, and Mr. Natural, it's all about the beard 'round Christmas.

God himself has one, when He so ordains.

Meantime, the Santa imitators are more numerous than Elvis imitators because Elvis looked terrible in a beard. He settled for sideburns.

Johnny, boss of the El Cap hotel.  I interrupted his conversation with...
Johnny, boss of the El Cap hotel. I interrupted his conversation with the texter.
Credit: mouse from merced
In the shop window at the LP Depot.
In the shop window at the LP Depot.
Credit: mouse from merced
Vern at the Cigar Monkey.  Of course Santa PREFERS pipes, but one of t...
Vern at the Cigar Monkey. Of course Santa PREFERS pipes, but one of these every so often is a change for him. Peppermint Fantasia is his normal blend.
Credit: mouse from merced
Yamaha Hendricks, singing Grandma Came At Me Like a Zombie &#40;So I H...
Yamaha Hendricks, singing Grandma Came At Me Like a Zombie (So I Had To Blow Her Head Off). a song request of mine with which he was glad to comply.
Credit: mouse from merced
Hendricks's guitar, "Ma."  He brutally stabbed it forty times when shi...
Hendricks's guitar, "Ma." He brutally stabbed it forty times when shitfaced and painted the puncture marks in remorse.
Credit: mouse from merced
"Mousie, you're so full of it."
"Mousie, you're so full of it."
Credit: mouse from merced
Santa Claus and Martha Stewart Claus.  Who knew?
Santa Claus and Martha Stewart Claus. Who knew?
Credit: mouse from merced
Merry Chistmas, Tacoids!

T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Dec 15, 2013 - 09:33am PT
Mornin Mouse,
Sweet Nova! Dad had one BITD, not a rag top though.
Thanks for the Arlo fix.
Happy Holidaze,
and may the Flames continue to blaze!
Thaddeus
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
U.N. Ambassador, Crackistan
Dec 15, 2013 - 10:01am PT
My Pop traded a 60s era Nova in for a Chrysler Valiant which in turn became my car in the late 70s. I dropped the slant 6/auto/stock rear end out of it and replaced that (very good engine) with a 340/4-speed and some whachamafuk rearend... Pop's old Valiant had a tiger in its tank :)

Say I never wrecked that car too bad and didn't blow the engine up either... that may be the only car that ever survived my loving touch! Have to think about that.

DMT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 15, 2013 - 10:42am PT
See? He's a boy who "grew up" (HA! Mr. Urbanity Jones hisself) tinkerin' so he turned out like he did, a climbing junkie stuck in overdrive, even after all these years.
Credit: mouse from merced
He follows roads we'll never see at any time of day, on the ground, in the air, Dingus turns up everywhere.

Conyardo grew up tinkering and I presume John Salathe had a bent for steel, as well.
And that Wilson, crazy kid, who drove like the bat out of hell.
And Dolt, and Rhorer, and countless more,
The Lowes? And Frost? Locker!!!!!!!!!!? Bill Forrest?

Good company, Tennessee.

And the more I see of thee, the more my posts have more climbing content.

We can't have a content contest, though it has definite commercial potential. I'll just say your climbing is head and shoulders above my climbing. It doesn't mean squat, though.

It's not fun if I'm competing.

So, like Paul says in the Faux Good Epistles, "I will accessorize and you can call me Mal. Or Saul. Paul's good, of course. I like the nickname, Pratt, too. Doom is not in my glossary."

This, of course, was way later, after that fall off the boulder on the road to Damascus and became a saintly fou and a Jew for Christ.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 15, 2013 - 11:42am PT
A light in the window, a song in our heart.  Tough rhyme.
A light in the window, a song in our heart. Tough rhyme.
Credit: mouse from merced
Morning has fallen, no...morning has come now, no...morning is early. ...
Morning has fallen, no...morning has come now, no...morning is early. No, I might have to break down and buy a rhyming dic...Morning has BROKEN! That's it!--Cat Stevens, BITD
Credit: mouse from merced
Eight shopping days till Christmas if you drop today and Sunday next.

Ten if you're a merchant.

Oh, Brother Tad, here's a blast from the past, and it may be older tha...
Oh, Brother Tad, here's a blast from the past, and it may be older than the slick dude on the album cover. CLICK TO ENLIGHTEN.
Credit: mouse from merced
Flame on, zaBrown, ya got matchless friends.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Dec 15, 2013 - 11:50am PT

Rosanne Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 15, 2013 - 10:04pm PT
Monkey Business / Am I An Airhead?
http://www.vevo.com/watch/monkey-business/am-i-an-airhead/CZZ870500208

Don't stick around, you'll just be wasting your time.

"He goes for the drivel drive and it'a a perfect left-handed finger roll."

The one which follows deserves a look as well.

Hulu / Vevo for ten days is less than a buck.

Orson Welles / F is For Fake
http://www.hulu.com/watch/223242?playlist_id=2115&asset_scope=movies

What's a lie? What's "real?"

All the world's a faker's stage.

BELIEVE IT...OR NOT!

"He does the head fake and drivel drives left--and it's another perfect lie up!"

Phylyp, as the "doyenne" of our little art thread, and one of our worthy practitioners, you might really like this one--Matisse, Modigliani, and a lot of mid-Twentieth C. art. I found it fascinating.
Dingus Milktoast

Gym climber
U.N. Ambassador, Crackistan
Dec 16, 2013 - 09:57am PT
It's not fun if I'm competing.

Aye mate that is for youngsters. Its not even fair to them if we old ones get in the way, slows em down.

The secret sauce for me?

Desire.

And that desire fuels a need to remain (or return to) fit. And being fit enables the desire to go. And going puts me in a position to explore And exploring fuels the fire that burns within. And keeping the flames alight is what its all about. Even if its just nursing the pilot light through a cold and drafty night. Gotta keep it lit because restarting it is a motherf*#ker.

To me? Its all about getting myself to the base of a rock with the urge intact. There have been times when the journey TO the rock sufficed. I did not climb. Somehow, those lean meals weren't as satisfying.

But we build our lives and make our money and buy our things and study our craft and assemble our kits and make our journeys and hike through the woods and after all this seemingly endless friggin around?

We touch the stone. And then?

"Suddenly"... we're climbing.

And then it all makes sense. And then? We're climbers. New skin? Meet the old skin.

:)

At least that's the way its been for me these past 40 years. Ah she was my first love, climbing.

DMT
feralfae

Boulder climber
Montana
Dec 16, 2013 - 04:06pm PT
**//
The secret sauce for me?

Desire.

And that desire fuels a need to remain (or return to) fit. And being fit enables the desire to go. And going puts me in a position to explore And exploring fuels the fire that burns within. And keeping the flames alight is what its all about. Even if its just nursing the pilot light through a cold and drafty night. Gotta keep it lit because restarting it is a motherf*#ker.

To me? Its all about getting myself to the base of a rock with the urge intact. There have been times when the journey TO the rock sufficed. I did not climb. Somehow, those lean meals weren't as satisfying.

But we build our lives and make our money and buy our things and study our craft and assemble our kits and make our journeys and hike through the woods and after all this seemingly endless friggin around?

We touch the stone. And then?

"Suddenly"... we're climbing.

And then it all makes sense. And then? We're climbers. New skin? Meet the old skin.

:)

At least that's the way its been for me these past 40 years. Ah she was my first love, climbing.

DMT
//**
Thank you DMT. I was just telling another climber the other day the reason I must get back into shape after all this is because there is nothing you can do alone that feels better than being balanced on a ledge, with your body pressed from cheek to toe against the rock, being warmed and held safe by Mother Earth. The only thing that comes close is being high up, where the air is clearer, and as you fall asleep, looking up, you fall up into the stars. Those two sensations will keep me in the mountains and rocks as long as I can be there.

Thinking a lot about Doug today, sending lots of gratitude to the Universe for his love.

Amen.

So,thank you from both of us for that.
feralfae
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 16, 2013 - 05:14pm PT
Since I only have hulu for ten days I'm trying to cram in some things I've meant to check out.

Jack of All Trades
Episode titled "Monkey Business"
http://www.hulu.com/watch/2664

I got to chasing the dance tune neebee wanted to know about.
After checkin' it out, Monkey Business on hulu, brought on a tide of goodies. This was among the drek on the hulu beach.

It's very ON THE ROAD. Secret agentry for the good King George III, seeking the temple of the WallaWallaBingBang and the Chango d'Or.

"What makes you think I can't play "Monkey in the Middle" for a day, Jack?"

It begins with an abseil into a sink-hole, too. And digresses from there.

"Oh, yeah, get that monkey!"
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 16, 2013 - 10:02pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
USPS rules!
Credit: mouse from merced
Checked in all proper.
Credit: mouse from merced
Lookie here, we got enough roaches, you guys better get docked so you don't keep me awake all night. HA! Seriously, if you wanna hang around Middle Earth, there are certain provisos. First, you need to be amputized like me. It so doesn't hurt. The knife is sharp and the board is disinfected.
photo not found
Missing photo ID#335581
That's better. But there were thirteen of you. WTF?
Credit: mouse from merced
Ron Anderson decamped when he saw the knife. He got the hell out of here and booked up onto the Dihedral Wall. But I still nicked his tail.

I nearly cried when I saw my wife. I had to laugh instead.

Here's why.

In opening the package down in the lobby office, Liz had slipped off somewhere, maybe to check out these Poblas. I don't blame her at all.
Credit: mouse from merced
And later on, as I'm straightening the pack out, getting them to hang right, the knock at the door reveals Tammi, from the office, holding Liz!

Flash back to Facelift 2012 when Liz's snapshot was left in Yellow Pines and returned via post by Lady Pink! That's my Lizzie all over the place! And when Ron ran off, she did, too, and this is where she climbed up to.
Credit: mouse from merced

If the computer monitor were paper, it would have damp spots on it from tears.
Spirits dancing in the air, every where.
Spirits dancing in the air, every where.
Credit: mouse from merced
Takk.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 16, 2013 - 10:31pm PT
A communion of nuts deserves just that.  Will you join me in a Bracebr...
A communion of nuts deserves just that. Will you join me in a Bracebrdige-y open house tonight, the full moon, when mice activate intensely? Mojo Cliff Bar and some fruit Newtons. A feast for rodents. Or birds.
Credit: mouse from merced

neebee, this present is All-Time as far as I am concerned, the best ever.

Thank you for creating them "cookies" and the rest of you for being so cool.

I got Cool Friends.


And I got a goodie I'm working out with Santa, too.


Campfire songs for the celebration might run like this--

North Pole Cats, think they're better than South Pole,
North Pole Cats, been whinin' since they's kittens,
...And there's too many cats in Nashville.

Drei Gehörlose Mäuse (Three Deaf Mice) by the deaf composer Mousart.


Getting Unfriended

Having To Know You, being forced to "like" you,
Waiting on Facebook, for you to respond...

Just wait till Martha comes! I had to call her and SHE CANCELLED HER MEETS!

And she's bringing ROPER!

Stick around, or come back when ya can, friends.
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Dec 16, 2013 - 10:46pm PT
hey there say, mouse....

oh my... the SURPRISE BOX STILL HAS NOT COME, :))



BUT THIS IS well, PART OF IT...

IT IS DEFINATELY mouse and flames related!!!!


all these mice, you will HOPE TO DEAR GOD, ABOVE,SEE:

were up to some tricks!!!!!!



the tricks, however, are:

magic, i reckon, as, they have DISAPPEARED.... :o




OHHHHHHHHHHHHH my... what a surprise christmas this is going to be...


loook for a yet--






























ANOTHER BOX!!!! :)
*ALSO, THERE IS cookies on the way, too:
oatmeal....
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Relic MilkEye and grandpoobah of HBRKRNH
Dec 16, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
Nice JOB Queen Neebee!!!! And MErry Christmas ol Mustelid!!!
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