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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I have many stories that were told to me. Be patient. This was a trip of a lifetime, in many ways, and a potential watershed, depending on a few million words about life in the Naked Campground.
And, fer sure, the creek's not rising, so we got lots of time.
And I'm not just sitting here while the sun's still shining, back door, front door, they both lead ANYWHERE but here.
Julia's new place in the Visitors' Center is no more than what her people lived in their whole lives. Why should she concern herself by demanding more from them? She has a doctorate, is more understanding of things than Lucy from Peanuts, her daughter notwithstanding, brilliant in her own write, and now currently teaching skeezing an living in June, but the snow better come soon.
I early-on met up with Chickenskinner's neighbor and former employer,
a bus drover named not Grover but Sam and he took me all over,
to the Ahwahnee and back to the Village,
later on for my dodge into the newly renovated Ahwahnichi Lodge belonging to Doc Parker.
I looked in at Degnans's and decided to pillage
a Half Dome,
lunchwise,
and ran smack into a party of one little Indian gal from the Coast
and had the nicest little interview.
We're talking interested, interested, interested.
Here I am inserted.
She charms. She beguiles. Old mouse beams his smiles.
Chuckah! That's the word! Mouse-proven.
We find common in the fact she lives with stuff just to hand in that little lodge.
My place it practically is the same. I long-lean to fetch, a drink from the fridge is right there, and the bathroom's a lot closer, but she is as happy as a mouse in it's nest. Who could of asked for more?
Say, this is a pleasant task, but I must ask
Your collective indulgence.
I feel the need to indulge.
Be back and so will I.
Bring yer friends.
It's guest star night, Tuesday.
We're featuring one of Hoppy's Favorites, a cook from the Lodge, as well as Doctor Parker, a non-smoker.
Wiggle those ears, dry those tears, and have a brew like me. But not Lagunitas, do yerselves that favor, try apple flavor from Angry Orchard.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Uh, nope. I'll Czech.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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i have killed for less, moosei. r u a russki spy or just a plant, like moss, which may not even be a plant anymore, the way they change the world.
"The Answer"
I'm a tiny dancer
Dancing all the time
I'll be at Cosmic's
And I'll be full of whyme.
I LOVE DROOLERS!
Who do YOU love?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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"Wven I"
I put you ana pedostal.
Look at hw u recompense.
I stillove ya, Mossee.
Heer. It's not beer. It is cheer.
Let's take a musical interlude.
In G, by Golly.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I got no ready music like a Chopin'tude.
You are a quick study, Mr. Brown Fox from Polandet X.
Quicker than drying socks.So dumb...pull my other thumb.
:o)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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SHOE SHOTS.
The shoe fits, wear the threads.
Take yer shots.
MOON SHOTS and the STrange Case of Biscuit Death.
The crescent reminds me of a shooting in Nevada.
Somebody got done Rong.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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THE GIANT MOUSE FROM SUMATRA.
Who's behind is the what you said, STones?
Only a spoonful of cocoa left, Foodsom.
We've a little money left over for food.[Click to View YouTube Video]
I'll take it straight, Flottsom...you see, their teeth grow thru their brains in Sumo wrestling...It's more Irish than Spring without bathing.
It was at Point Blank that I shot her, but she's Irish, she's tough.
Dipping the ripe cheese again...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR UNCLE BABY
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
Tell me a story about how you adore me
Live in the shadow, see through the shadow,
Live through the shadow, tear at the shadow
Hate in the shadow, and love in your shadowy life
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Mr. zBrown, can you speak into the mike, not the nancy, boy?
How extactly?
Rat snacks, BRASS KNACKS, Yak Attacks, Giant Rat Reacts.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Otay, OB
“I believe over the next decade computing will become even more ubiquitous and intelligence will become ambient ... This will be made possible by an ever-growing network of connected devices, incredible computing capacity from the cloud, insights from big data, and intelligence from machine learning.”
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Gray/Grey/Great
Day/Davis/Division
Good/Gud/God
Stop Holes Stop
f-Stop/Photoshop/Sopping Wet Outside
Dismal and abysmal. About freakin' time!!!!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Shirley Sargent was SO TOUGH, had such problems all her life, yet left a huge stash of topnotch history.
"...Shirley had battled DISTONIA [a strange country you don't want to visit], a crippling neuromuscular disorder that had confined her to a wheelchair since childhood because of the extreme impairment of her extremities [Yosemites], and yet she had written dozens of books (and as I learned later, hundreds of articles) by holding her right arm with her left hand, and typing with one finger. How had she managed to write so many books and manage her own publishing company?"--Fernando Penalosa
My hat is off to her and her efforts this morning, even if it's raining.
Just a rider, a writer, all-around all-righter in the rain.
Shirley, I jest.
Love, Mouse from down the hill
Let's go to AZ, courtesy of Randy the Smoking Piano Man.
[Click to View YouTube Video]
My Bic lighter died. I'm a walker in the rain.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Uh, the club photographer provided us with no image of Ms. Sargent?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I bought F. P.'s book about S. S. this week at the V. C. in Y. N. P.
It was $V on clearance. How could I resist?
I got Julia's Scrape the Willow Till It Sings for a discount using my Yosemite Conservancey membership, telephone number needed to look you up in their deep, deep files.
I looked up Werner's relatives, just for the heck of it, see, just for shits and giggles, see, and got this crazy man on the phone when I checked the telephone number on the computer here at home, see?
That number's supposed to be unlisted.
WARNING! Not too-seriously, though. It's a paradees at best, something to laugh at as you swill the first SLURP of that wine on Friday night.
[Click to View YouTube Video]What goes for ten thousand seventy-five? [cuz it's all I have on me]
"My name is Secret. What's yours?"--THE Weh, or God
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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I was on a bus. A tourist. I had a camera. A tourist.
More touristy stuff.
"Chris and I took it over every dirt road near our cabin...We dodged trees to follow old paths, went through foot-deep running water and mud. My mountain goat was equal to every test. We drove the Coulterville Road, built in 1874, and churned up as much dust as any stagecoach. In the Valley, the KM drove like a dream. Deer scattered and people gathered as we sped by about as quickly as a power mower."
--"King Midget Takes the Hill"
Shirley's mother called the wagon the Yellow Peril.
Let's see, a Red Roadent and a Yellow Peril. Sounds a little like a list from a birder's journal...
Nope, it's a Camp 4 Terror Wing.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Life at the beach in the DEETCH.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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With the cheeses from young Naz's stashes.
A hole in the wall is just the place to catch a rat.
I'm Dave from Monterey, he's zBrown, from chezBeezeritz, that's Rong de Carson, and Carload.
Jim C. Fang, honey.
How-DEE! meenee the Pearl, behind the bar. Buck ninety-eight, Bozo.
And the ugly dude is Mo Edgar.
He's a SNAG, if ya ask. Don't.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Great photos dawg, I guess we can forgive you an oversight or underthrow from time to time, across the sloping plane. Just the price of dogs running free.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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A paper landed on my door
In a mistaken delivery
Must be a Wrong Number, I thought.
And then it dawned on me,
I began to snore,
there was someone rapping
Some dog yapppin at my studio door.
This morning's dream sequence before BaskerVillain woke me to take him for a Walk on the Wild Side.
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Dream Sequence Number Ninety-Four
Turn Widdershins three times
Knock upon your own front door
Then read some more into what is written
"Doh! I shot the marshall, Deputy. I was only funnin', Wyatt."--Straight Hair Lucca, a bravo, a Cowboy
Waterloo was fought a few miles south of Brussels on June 18, 2015.
I went to a movie last night at a multiplex on the high street, PostSome.
Yurok, Son of STone? No, it was something to do with the tiff at Waterloos, Anita.
(( turn the banter-among-men gene on and it's much easier to understand this gibberish, ladies ))
I just woke up to the fact that I destroyed one whole page, the first page, of this post from the ghost of last night's Junior Mints and did not "COPY IT" as a normal GEEK or NERD would have, no, I hit some deleting thingie and there ian't any carbon paper anymore, and Barb STanwhy live no more as well--but that's another naked story--but I believe I can reconsturct from varous clues lying about at random, using the unsung-yet-effective method of makin' sh#t up)
College Avenue try, do or die
A baldering we'll go
Not a pad to be had
Not a chalk bag in sight
It was Friday night,
The one we'll rename Ryan Night.
Jack Ryan saved our country, WantSome.
But I could not save the Draft, UC.
I'm from Merced,
Not Barcelona.
So make one up, STones, just like you always do.
I want to try to throw an idea out at you, WellSome.
We haven't just enough time, yer Loudship.
I'll make time.
I believe we could use a safety meeting, Sir WellDoer.
Well, spike the fireball and brace the hauling line, WellDone.
SToned Partners, equal to the task, they set about reconstructing the set of New Mack Joust's biggest production to date, Mouse Does Chico and the Man Comes After the Woman in the NEW Age of Bad Ass, thus Ending the Age of Aquarianism
Long live the digital camera!
"Film died at eleven thirty, exactly. In black and white, that is absolutely the last time I'm telling you anything. Have a nice drive in that INFINITY. I've seen this movie before, with Kenneth and Emma, long time ago."--North America Wally, svestite and climbing fan overheard in a tete-a-tet with Marx HeadRom in the coffee shop men's
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