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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:18am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video]Nobody singa?
but Shelley the cleaning lady/poet is living there now. And she has TWO Uip-Uip dogs, vicious bastards. Don't mess with Shells.
Vibrations...heed'em.
We all need'em, good and bad and drooly.
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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:27am PT
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All rock is best listened to at full volume.--Simple Simon[Click to View YouTube Video]Rock for all ages.
Embrace your love.
Never let go.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 06:38am PT
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Look da fug out!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 11, 2014 - 07:26am PT
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Mometase, Asmanex inhaler, one shot, twice a day.
Lisinopril, one tab daily for BP.
Hydrochlorothozide, Same.
Warfarin, 5 mg, one tab per day.
Digoxin (Lanoxin) one tab, .25 mg., daily.
Prednisone, steroid, one tab 2 x daily. With food.
Albuterol inhaler, 'as needed.'
Soon to come, CobiVent albuterol plus. 4 x daily.
And one half-tab of Simvastatin at bedtime.
And one kiss on the forehead, daily, if you can get it.
That's what OM talkin' about. Drugs.
Plus chondroitin, Tylenol, and lots of water and booze.
How can you lose?
Don't forget safety meetings...the benefits of expensive expectorants.
Strip costing erroddities, please.
It's a short ride on the bus.
One ticket, tround rip.
Hos for YosW
Adios, amigos.
Planada, here I pass thee by.
Just gotta cuz I can, still, Whymper.
You old dudes knew....
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 12, 2014 - 11:17pm PT
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For a Deer Friend Who Is Going to Die and GO TO HELL--at least according to some, for trying to make a decent living and to defend a way of life and death he loves and respects--and so I wrote this to poke fun at him and laugh and show how NOT a big deal all the blood shed in the name of "sports," with regard to "animal rightists" and "vurmints" in general, who overreact greatly and should just stfu and live and let live, so to speak; and it's not much but it's how I felt when I wrote it and I've pretty much felt like this my entire life
Oh, Dear Bambi,
What caliber of man it takes to take you, the Prince of the Forest.
A hungry one.
A thirsty one.
A bloodthirsty one.
A dead-eye.
A seeker of hide.
A real horn-dog.
One antler said to another, in a bar,
"Rack 'em, loser."
One who can call the coin toss proposition bet, "Heads or tails?"
Doug Bowman; Brett Archer; Eric Fletcher.
Amos Alonzo; Buck Meadows; L. Coe, (from Neev a Dah),
Or, Doh!, forgive me, ladies, which caliber of woman?!
Abby; Irene; Ima Sorry.
Faline--tails; Bambi's unnamed mother--Jane?
John, Valued Customer, Sir or Madam or Miss or Mister.
I hope you liked this little list here.
Skin the elk, dress the deer,
Take the horns, and have a beer.
You done good, TaxiDiver.
They're all looking at heads of the deer
And at the heads on their beers
At Miller's Reinero's on Main
Where drunks and dead deer
Never feel that much pain
They have Buckhorn and Moosehead
And Moosedrool and Gene said
Their taste runs similar to mine
I'm inviting those two
And inviting Ron, too,
To meet me at quarter to nine
I'll buy some rounds
Then you'll have your chance
We'll roll for the sounds
And glass eyeballs will dance
Lit by the light from the juke
We'll BS and laugh till we puke
--N. Tropy
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 05:03am PT
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[Click to View YouTube Video][Click to View YouTube Video]Sooo, here I am, sittin' in on the karasokee lessons in the poob.
Lots and lots of younkers about, none sober enough to mind an old fart squeeee...Squeeeezin' thru to the back room, but it's closed...
I go grab the glass of PBR for two, no blasted glass, o' course.
UNO, I sat next to the darling, Miss Valdez and her boyo, the artist who done my mug in Snelling this weekend.
I gave her a couple of picture postcards from Yosemite and gave her a pen. I requested another portrait, but this fizzled like a wet cake of incense in the rain, in a theological sense, but then God's no Irishman. He knows how to plan, whatever in the heck he claims to have on that side of his blanket, Mary notwithstanding, cuz she was only human.
Yes, my son, I was tossed from priest school and became a Yank.
So, if you'll forgive that lie, I'll tell ya the rest of the lie.
I found that this karlowsaki is just fine. Never been, never indulged, can't sing and don't dance much either, but it's fun. Or was.
Tonight is at the Party's On, a place I've frequently never gone into. I've gone into that before.
This karamba night is on Tuesdays, here in Merced, and no Cowboys were heard in THIS bar. And it used to be known as TRail's End. So it goes.
Decent numbers of rock and roll but one guy, a twenty-one year old (He said he was twenty-one and I I'd e-d him anyway, to his surprise) really, really, really impressed me with his selection, his aggressive style, his disdain for the screen, his disdain for the Queen (Anits, but mo' about her later) of the computer and Mikes, and his not wearing a clown outfit.
No, shiht, man, he was jammin' on Toad Hall Blues.
The Graham Greenejeans version is the only one I've heard that's better, you bet.
Who? G. Jeans. Oh, that guy.
And when he sat down, I heard someone call the name Andy. He sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I was standing there next to Rob at the Door. He was sweeping the floor.
I had cheap postcards. I had a pen. I approached and met his friend, Anderzej, or Andy, or Andrew, and his other friend, Scott, who was a junior, and both the others were senior, because they were twenty-one (I chekced, officer) but he bailed to the john.
I asked him point blank to take the pen and give me his autograph on the back, would he be so kind, and to politely address the idea that he scribe ideas for Big Mike, a cat from Big C, and for my buddy Lollie overseas? She's blonde and Northern Eurpopean and he's either six ten or six eleven, he's just a tall Canadian, that's all.
He did as I bid, with speed and grace, and much sell-efface, he suggested these hit for you two Taco twits and this is how this all perchanced.
I KNEW he was gonna pick Cinnamon Girl, from the get-go!!!
But he didn't know Bjork, and he went with the flow, so, you know...a typical stupid 21-yr old American, ready to graduate UCM, don't know squat about rock history.
WTF do they teach out there in Bobcat-country? Texting?
Really bad quaint foreign (non-American) accents?
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Edit: What does it take to get "Disturbing" from a critic? Thanks for the blurbs, Droolski.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 06:12am PT
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Pink turned to sunshine. I dropped a hit, waited a bit,
stoked my head, pink turned to red, to blue, to grey again, and then I heard this angelic...
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choir, five of them.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliff_Richard
THE WIKISHADOE KNOWS.
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Note any well-known cliff facts and get back to zBrown in the zONE, KCRS on your wrist-radio.[Click to View YouTube Video]
Even ledge to ledge, one bike to another.
Werner, HELP!!!!!
A-Otay, overnowt, mate.
Is this Werner?
Yah, mate. Werner Biju from Perth. We're on the Schnozzie.
I'm me. I need Werner Braun!
Quack! I'll get him. He's havin' a faster go at it than us. We're hauling Foster's on ice if ya can make it to Sickle.
F*#K YOU, YOUR ROO, and YOUR ROO's JOEYS! Are you stoned or just stupid?
Both, mate.
Argggn...We are f*#ked, rSin.
Doh't get me started, you...you...oooooooooooo! I could spit, but we ran out of water...two cups per day per mouse...you twitter-pated, non-planning zGit!
Now, don't go all "Disturbed" on me, or Moosie might could decide to try to sue. He's got bigger ears to the ground than we all know. He hears virtually everything, reads every single post on the Taco, and personally knows the guy who helps deliver and count the kegs for Yosemite Facelift. He's cooler than Old Bob. And all that "Secret Underground Burial Ground" stuff? It is true as our problem is critical.
Do you know the way down to Sickle from here?
No, but hum a bar or two, I might could remember.
Oh, please, try!
I think we can go by feel, but not by sight.
"Blind eyed tailless careless fearless
At evading traps you are peerless
I wish I might I wish I could
Get down to Sickle before that ice is history."
Amen, Mousie, amen, amen, amen.
Headlamps, WasserMoose.
[If I were not such a careful observer, I'd tell myself AND my followers on Twitter that that mouse is "Deliciously dangerous." But he's harmless and so forth...blag-blog...ineffectual for the most...but not hazardous to one's mental capacity. Still, though, I am a doctor. I prescribe at my own risk, but we've paid the insurance. I hope she has...]
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 06:54am PT
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What's it all about here, Alfie?
It's a scene, dude.
I dig.
No, you are confusing groveling in the dirt with total f*#king life in the fast lane. Don't talk sh#t. Am I on belay yet, or not. It's been two minutes since we left the car.
Where is this going?
I know. I'm not confused. Just keep your cool, WastedOne.
The Toad'em Pole, II, 5.7 or 8 depending, awaits our caress.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 07:32am PT
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DUCK SHOOT.
AT THE FISH's NEW BARREL OF FISH FISH HOUSE and OCEAN BOTTOM SEWING FLOOR>
FIRST PRIZE guaranteed TO ALL!
"Ask me how I can do that. Go ahead. Ask."--Russ T. Salmon, author of the titanic versus the big stone in norwegian
well, desert climbing will have to wait, or at lestst
until laughter/norwegian class, and then we'll all dance and cinge
Meanwhile, back on the upper Valley shuttle, last week, I mean while I was riding on the shuttle with Samb the DriverScriver in command and speiling his stories (Sam Iamb, Yager's landlady, has been in the Ditch for many a pitch, and claims fanTAstic claims, truths, lies, and glory for his personal Yosemite story.
He said "Writ them. Outwit them. Cheat death."
Wow. To the Ahwahnee, but not forthweth. The aura was kinds tie-dyed for some whiles. Relax and breathe smiles, the loop runs for miles.
And mile. But not for Miles, Davis.
Same Sam, told me about his parents and the way how they came to the Ditch. It was no elevator ride to the Top of the Mark.
Back when monkeys were just barely not our uncles, the fifties.
I have notes, photos, and memories. This may take a bit.
First, check this out. Seattle, yet. Go figure.
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Try to enjoy the facts of Chongo's selection as a self-taught guru.
Each of you is your own guru, Baba Ma'am Special. Like when you were told do no wrong, child, just cuz you can. Be weird about it.
Feel good about ywur self, child. Not better than some other one.
That's not selfish, children.
UNNATURAL SELECTION or how to spell unnamed ones
Mouse ses, "Quote: This is for all the silent good-deeders here and all over Dave's Planet--I don't want out of this space, just want a great place to make it to the next one. End quote."
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
I'm hungry for some unrest
I want to push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that they'll understand
Dedication to a new age
Is this the end of destruction and rampage?
Another chance to erase then repeat it again
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
The lucky don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth
No religion or mind virus
Is there a hope that the facts will ever find us?
Just make sure that your are looking out for number one
I'm hungry for an unrest
Let's push this beyond a peaceful protest
I wanna speak in a language that you will understand
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us crawl
The lucky don't share at all
No hope for fate, it's a random chance selection
I want the truth
Try to ride out the storm
Whilst they'll make you believe
That they are the special ones
We have not been chosen
Injustice is the norm
You won't be the first
And you know you won't be the last
Counter balance this commotion
We're not droplets in the ocean, ocean
Ocean, ocean
They'll laugh as they watch us fall
And the lucky, they don't care at all
No chance for fate, it's unnatural selection
I want the truth, I want the truth
I want the truth, I want the truth
Songwriters
BELLAMY, MATTHEW JAMES
And listen to Ua2 at the end of that tape, Two. Please have a beautiful day...
at ChurchKey's Such Chancy Casino and Dog Grooming Parlor, Empire, CA.
As Sam told me to do, and as any experienced writer would agree is Practical Paradise Teaching, (PPT--do not confuse with PC, please, at your own risk) I wrote down just enough. He has lived in the Valley having been a Bay Areaite like me and lots others, but he was born, a-parently, to a guy from OK and another O.K. person, his mom, who is Mrs. to his pop, who lasted through the Great Depression, only to find himself as a hired hand at the Ahwahnee hotel's famously gone nine-holer. It was a golf course, not an outhouse.
No greens fees. Free caddying from the little Indian boys, I imagine, if they were up to it.
Later, things changed, as they always must.
But before they came to the Paradise of Practical Happiness, or Foresta, the mujer de la grupa, the Nature Girl, took chances with a savioury type naturally named BITSY SHOOTS, or Ginsbrew, or Some Thing. I did not have time to write it all down, so I wrote much of this up standing up in a strenuous musyogic position known as Widers Cramped, unlike Sambo's relaxed, almost unsafe polsssture, commonly called Driving the Duck.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gypsy_Boots
Bootzin's older brother, John, died of tuberculosis as a young man; this led to Bootzin's decision to grow his hair long and pursue healthful, natural living.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 09:52am PT
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At the karajoke assembly last night there was a gentleman named like the dude on the nickel postcard below.
This young man's a UCM student.
He knows what it is that he would love to do is to teach in a high cchool.
He's majoring in ge-OG-ra-fee (oh-ca-TEA-yo) and wants nothing more than a monthly/mostly good paycheck to pursue his dream of being a high school geography teacher.
I believe he'll be a geography teacher, but don't believe it will be in a high school. Few offer the course any longer, for it is taught at JC level--I aced it but I needed a study partner, (read grade whore rival who took you to school each day in his Datsun performance vehicle) as a science course, and I know a geo teacher from Merced College who taught several sections of the same course daily for years and year. Mrs. GPS was a Girl Scoutist, a rugged individualisette, who trucked ALL THE WAY into AFg in '93, then came to Merced to teach mice like me.
Go Mo Graphy.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 02:05pm PT
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Take zBrown. Take Throwpie.
They're lookin' like Twin Falls, sentimental bastions...
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Not to be too crude or appear juvenile, it's not cool and I won't go there.
But my next-door neighbor on Olive used a term for my older brother's Johnnie Mathis albums. He called it "humpin' music."
Enjoy the video and the tune and the skinny-dip.
And please, if you are out on the hills north of town walking with yer lady, showin' her how to use that new bobcat call, and you come to the tank, and it's not too brownish-green, and ya strip down, and so on,
Use that propeller tactic in the pond...'nuf said.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 13, 2014 - 10:13pm PT
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Hey there all,
Cyril sez this is for BooDawg and his tribe of rainbows in Parimosa.
[Click to View YouTube Video]Captain NorScully,
you are required to grab some dough and head fo Singapo,
ZZooop-zzooopping all the way. Aloha!!
A little street in El Portal...
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 14, 2014 - 12:57pm PT
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Sometimes I feel like just another mouseketeer in the Army of Merced.
Man are my ears ringin' and eyes stingin'. Power Trio joins Jimi.
Going down to Fennario I heard of this guy who has sued both Dennis Rodman and Larry Flynt. Actually met the fellow.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:00pm PT
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I wondered about Dire Wolves in a funny-ass dream I had a while back.
I woke and did started a new topical thread:
Dreaming in Sepia Tones (Way OT).
I think.
Is it dark and bloody?
We may be playing twenty questions soon.
I had this golden image of Denio's.
C'est la vie, c'est the old folks' home for me with memory loss enhanced by CRS.
[Click to View YouTube Video]I loved the commercial I had to watch to get to watch this video. Sacrifice it up, Mouse. Otay, if you say, Mr. Boss.
Let's go to the old folks home...the one in Oakhurst TM was gonna found for the LSEDFS (this was Long Ago, I think, but the memory loss...woe, woe, woe.)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, mule!!!!--Tom Jones, Wales and Las Vegas
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How to have vast amounts of fun with Drive-L.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 14, 2014 - 02:54pm PT
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A mouse and a camera in the early pearly of the fateful valentine's day of 2014.
Base of the East Face of the Merced Theater, aka the Silver Screen Wall.
Lake Municipal Parking is free, and so is the sunsight.
"It's Chinatown, Jake."
Well, at least this place has decent chow mein and a cheapish business lunch. Around the corner and down Martin Luther King, Jr., BoulderYard from the Merced Theater tower.
A good meal with the wife or GF:
Where we take our darlings for dinner tonight means something,
namely memories and a good meal and maybe a movie worth seeing.
This used to be the Lemon Grass, a mediocre joint,
but my gut tells me that Gangbock is a capital place to dine.
Again, a short walk to the movies.
Taken from the same place, in Cinemouscope and, technically, colorized, but look at the super-spectacular, Oscar-worthy results.
"Four STARS, TWO thumbs up!!!!"--SickSkill & zBert
It is time.
STATUNED, TOONS...
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 15, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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The finger of fate touches us all. Can't touch that.
Lembert D. knows.
So I showed him the new shoes I got for a flamenco dancer we all know. Size eights.I took him down the street and he ended up buying a little something for his sister, a charm for her cable bracelet.
He got a great bargain, I think. At least he felt not so lonely.
The water cracks, he said, are from his tears, not the rain.BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Can't wear these. Too small for my feet. I wobble even if I'm sober. Pickled fate.
Lemme help, said Lembert. I took his hand and he lifted me up. He's one of my best friends now.
I have a shot of him, he doesn't know I took it.
More naked city stories, the view from the Moussolini Balcony, coming soon to this theater.
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