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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 2, 2014 - 09:11am PT
Millions of stories in the Naked Campground.

Then the dawn.
Credit: mouse from merced
Millions.  All points of light.  All one source.
Millions. All points of light. All one source.
Credit: mouse from merced

Some are not really naked, but hiding out there still.

The Flames needs some good stories in here about trips through the valley to Yosemite. One or two epics, like, some story about trying to hitch to the Ditch, dig?

"Kerouackina", darling, there I said it. Happy? I love you, wherever you are.
Sorry about the roll of Charmin.
That's Otay, Daddy.  Did you say THE Muppet's coming to Face Life or d...
That's Otay, Daddy. Did you say THE Muppet's coming to Face Life or did I not hear u right cuz you switched to norski there, eh, but you sounded a little canadian so i wasn't sure...
Credit: mouse from merced
My ramblin' girl, her latest offering is How to Act Like Your Favorite Author, is being edited right now and maybe they's gonna realize who the real Road Righter really is and why the sun's gonna shine in my Back Door to Bakersfield guide book series--thre is a lot there, mostly space, but a lot, too, too!

She's so excited. I know I like it.
"Dana Is A Thief."  "Pasternak, too."  "And Mirivilis, the Athenian."
"Dana Is A Thief." "Pasternak, too." "And Mirivilis, the Athenian."
Credit: mouse from merced
Here, not there, in semi-symbolic form and by doubling the exposure, are those who fear fear in the present day and have no fear of the past because it is past and shouldn't come back to haunt you but it always seems to now donut?

"If I had a hammer, I'd break the looking glass, Sunshine, softly I would turn and beat it till it's dead, splintered into a thousand tales of Fresno nights and DAYS spent trying to get out of Paradise, aka Bumvuck Camp."--a lady ranger who took some kool-aid one day and became temporarily disoriented, shall I say, not realizing, U NO...

Maia was a maniac,
Gaia was a gargoil
They began to wrestle
In front of Minnie Pearl

The hits kept coming and she started humming
And came up with a country western song
She took it all the way to Bakersfield
Made some money, blew it,
Came back to dirtbag in Camp 4

Her name was not Susan,
but it's a good name
and more Susans are present here than is normal there in SCGoatLandia.

So what's new with you, Sue?
Somethin' I'd really like to do
Hit you with my rhyming stick
Right between your Betty Davis eyes
Which might elicit dull surprise

Eric, I'm takin' care of you soon, with my Super Bowl winnings on my outrageous bets. So...

It's nearly time to say good night. But today is not the day to sleep.

And I need to get on the way to Walmart. It's a long walk.
All the Way from Alaska and Japan waters, comes Solly.


"Here Comes the Sun" is one of Harrison's best-known Beatles contributions alongside "Something" and "While My Guitar Gently Weeps". The year 1969 was difficult for Harrison: he had quit the band temporarily, he was arrested for marijuana possession, and he had his tonsils removed.

Harrison stated in his autobiography, I, Me, Mine:
"Here Comes the Sun" was written at the time when Apple was getting like school, where we had to go and be businessmen: 'Sign this' and 'sign that'. Anyway, it seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it. So one day I decided I was going to sag off Apple and I went over to Eric Clapton's house. The relief of not having to go see all those dopey accountants was wonderful, and I walked around the garden with one of Eric's acoustic guitars and wrote "Here Comes the Sun".--Wikipedia





mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 2, 2014 - 09:15am PT
How to dress like your temporarily-favourite author, Lyon Eisley.
In the estaminet of the past, not France, the Parisan, though.
In the estaminet of the past, not France, the Parisan, though.
Credit: mouse from merced
Ne'er known to have drinked up and driven,
Always known for his scriving and jiving.
Asger Jorn, Dead Drunk Danes.
Asger Jorn, Dead Drunk Danes.
Credit: mouse from merced
Asger Jorn, A Soul For Sale.
Asger Jorn, A Soul For Sale.
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when all drunks are dead, all will be dead drunk danes
--Mistah Cholly Choss of Osselough

http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/0115.htm

That's right. Walmart. Open. Open. Open.
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Feb 2, 2014 - 09:27am PT
Mornin Mouse,
Hope you slept well!
Mo and I will be pullin for yer Broncos in the Stuperbolz since our 69ers
were booted from bed.
Enjoy the game, win, lose or flame.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 2, 2014 - 09:51am PT
Please do the same, on yer game early, I'm out the door surely.

Drink my coffee, scratch my head. Find a bus, not into bed.

Manning BATTLE STATIONS.

New Jersey Attacked Again!

Heavy bombers dropped tons of H.E. on outer Baltimore Harbor, this morning...They are reported to be Japanese Beatle imitations.
Oh, my, God.
Oh, my, God.
Credit: mouse from merced
'the needle done damage. u owe me punk.'--bookowlski
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Feb 2, 2014 - 12:38pm PT
I guess alot of this all goes back to that fateful meeting (of the minds) at The Partisan.

So anyway, looking back - though some advise not to.

It has recently come to my attention (achtung!) that in addition to having a friend who goes by "mouse of merced" (yeah, I know I skipped a verse), I in fact went to school with Jose Jiminez. I actually went to school with all these young dudes, but hell, how many of them became astronauts. Did I?

Castle Park Juior High School - 1959
Castle Park Juior High School - 1959
Credit: zBrown

The mouse doesn't make an appearance till 4:38, feel free to FF.

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Feb 2, 2014 - 01:09pm PT

Once in a while you gotta sum up ST:

Cat and drink...
Cat and drink...
Dog on ice, no dogging...
Dog on ice, no dogging...
Smoking duck - ST poster-boy...
Smoking duck - ST poster-boy...
Silver tongue... <br/>
...or not...
Silver tongue...
...or not...
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Feb 2, 2014 - 03:36pm PT
Mouse!
LilaBiene

Trad climber
Technically...the spawning grounds of Yosemite
Feb 2, 2014 - 04:39pm PT
Just protecting my assets, Mouse. Yer one of 'em. Put 'cher hackles down. Sheesh.

Not for nothing, but I'd expect no less than the same threatened bucket of cold water and a&& kicking from you.

Lest you forget, I have no concept of time. Or age. Or direction. But I do have a keen emotional sense, and correct me if I'm WRONG, but your shoulders needed a good shake! You scared me!
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Feb 2, 2014 - 05:17pm PT
That about sums it up Marlow.

Reporting from Kurrikka and Jalasjärvi.
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Feb 2, 2014 - 08:47pm PT
hey there say, lilabiene... he just about scared me too,

good for you! mice need the ol' fresh breeze shaken into their nest:
good stimulation...

:)

you got him in the more physical shout-the-battle-cry... and i emailed
him, with the push of a spiritual-battle-cry... so there now:

mouse is covered by all bases:

the homefront: desire, start to first base
first base: the doc's meds
second base and third base: me or you, not sure waved him in to which one
homerun: the open door--and mouse will 'run some more'...


need some homers, mouse... ;)
each point and each day, adds up a great score for all of us that love you!


little muppet kids and neices, double the score, too, :)


sending out a small thank you note, tomorrow, :)
happy good eve... i MUST reach some more chore goals, here t'home...
man oh man:

try saying THAT fast, a few times in a row :O

'chore goals'





hmmm, does it turn into 'gerbils' then? :O
ohmy, i got enough critters here,as it is...

or--perhaps it turns into 'chuckles'... we DO need some laughs, where
chores are concerned, good attitudes = chores well done...

and:
before you think it --no no no, we do not want gerbils well-done, ;)
(as in, too much sun)...

now, chuck'holes, well done, ARE okay, perhaps...

why, the ol' GERBIL will be glad for it, LONG as it is in a
DIRT ROAD mind you--he MUST get a chance to TUNNEL for safe lodgings
and shade...


as, MADE IT! ... or--has it MADE IN THE SHADE... ;)


now, HMM, where was i??
oh yeah, chore-goals... ;)
okay, THAT ought to keep you busy for a while...
see you all later, :)



edit:
oh my... side tracked:
chor-goals, again:
charcoals... say, is it time to grill chicken livers, perhaps...
(i think first chore, is--i better feed the cats and pupdog)
oh my...


ps:
oh--still got a neat car to show here, soon, for the flames,
don't know the name of it, but you all will know... :)


edit:
as to this audry! yes!

Your radical turn-about in so many of aspects of your life this past year is nothing short of remarkable. I am so happy that you've been out and about, doing what you love...back in the mix...don't let the bastards (I mean doctors) get you down. You gotta FIGHT!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 3, 2014 - 07:50am PT
I was a participant.

Jose was a participant.

We were just two of the participants.

And, truthfully, we all wore underpants.

I was underage, yet in spite of that, I was an officer.

I was Capt. Underpants.
Picaboo?  Speak English, please.
Picaboo? Speak English, please.
Credit: mouse from merced
Ya kinda had the feeling, maybe next year...
Ya kinda had the feeling, maybe next year...
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Super Bowl Sunday with the Carpet Kings.  James, their jefe, in the sh...
Super Bowl Sunday with the Carpet Kings. James, their jefe, in the shirt. Dude.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 3, 2014 - 08:15am PT
Shogun.
el Jefe, the Rev.  Pre-game coffee.
el Jefe, the Rev. Pre-game coffee.
Credit: mouse from merced
Showed up. Sho 'nuf.

Mamma Mathis had heart problems, surgery, much better.

We hung out on the Moussolini balcony, he had to play Hitler.

Achtung!
Achtung!
Credit: mouse from merced
Vern had to stay home and vamp.  "I'm Tom Brady."
Vern had to stay home and vamp. "I'm Tom Brady."
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 3, 2014 - 08:19am PT
Hang your head, John Fox.  You were ill-prepared compared to the man f...
Hang your head, John Fox. You were ill-prepared compared to the man from Stockton. The tiger got the fox.
Credit: mouse from merced
School's out for spring. Let's go climb somethin.
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Feb 3, 2014 - 11:24am PT
Apparently no scores were kept in the great bowl off?

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 01:42am PT
Moosie bought me a brew at the Facelift in South October. Thanks. But...
Where is Moosedrool's product loyalty?  In his butt with a green plug?
Where is Moosedrool's product loyalty? In his butt with a green plug?
Credit: mouse from merced
I must take issue here, editorially, with Mr. Moosedrool.

Andrezej sez, in the appreciation thread for Mr. this just in that he is figuratively buying him a round of beer, and the one he apparently suggests is this horrible-tasting bile-icious brew that makes me want to spew.

I had one half of one glass,
Asked the tapster for an Angry Orchard
Felt my poor old tongue had been tortured.

How can you think
Anyone would drink
Lagunnadie-tas?

I'm just askin,
I'm not sayin,
I'm just prayin
that this just in
don't drink that sin
of a brew from the toilet.

I hate to think what "the little something extra" might be.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 02:36am PT
Bowl-offs? Bowl-offs?

I sat at the end of the bar in Reinero's on Sunday for the game. I had it all to myself just before the game started, when in walked a bearded man my age, dressed casually, and a younger man accompanied him.

The other end was local white ranchers, clustered.

The center of the bar and the wall of small tables formed an alley that led back to the restaurant and it was packed with Mexican low-riders on a party-down and fiesta con cerveza. James, el Jefe, a stylish youn gent, bought me a beer much later, which cheered me up when the Broncos took the loss. Thanks, Jaime.

As to the two gents who parked themselves next to me, it took me a bit of eavesdropping to learn it was my old swimming team mate, Bill Halpin, the dude who got tossed for long hair in '66 but came back to help the Merced Bears team to a two-way tie in the post-season swimming contests up and down the Valley.

Bill is a father of four, has had a successful career as a women's water polo coach, HS & JC level, as well as a splendid career as a backstroke specialist.
--PATRICK SAWYER HE AND THE ACCLAIMED COACH FROM ACALANES HS WERE BEST FRIENDS back in their day BTW.

He laid out proposition bets that he was explaining to his son-in-law, named Ryan, and it was an interesting way to bet. Not the outcome of the game, but lots of silly side bets can add up quick if you are right.

The coin toss. We called it. Everyone was aware of his luck shortly, as well, when the first pass by Manning was a completion. Bill was two hundred ahead in minutes. He had bet three times before in the past on the coin toss, losing each one. Vindication, out of the hole, so to speak, because he had bet also on the likelihood of Peyton's team being behind by at least two points at the half. The safety on the first play was like candy for him.

Bill could not lose. He won every single bet.

We had not met since I left high school except for the odd hello there around town and in the bookstore. It was real pleasant to have made this connection.

It's very odd, too, that it came on the day following my first effort at participation in city government.

I attended this meeting on Saturday a.m. at City Hall, across from the Tioga. I figured that since my fellow art lover, Kevin, who pushes the Merced Art Hop and runs the BS Computer shop, recommended I attend, that I would. It opened my eyes.

I had friends here. There was Peter, who failed in his recent bid for election to the council. There was Tony Dossetti, former C of the Merced Police, and his new counterpart, Chief Andrade, who I met for the first time. And Cliff, the owner of the building which houses the used bookstore where I worked and both he and Peter were members of my Explorer Post 98, the Miscreance Squad, made up of Poswhats, NSRA, the Poontangers, and the Key Club clique from North Campus. A number of others said hello to me. They have seen me dogging them on the street at parades, gatherings, and just having a conversation at Coffee Bandits.

The items on the agenda concerned growth and traffic and who gets funding and lots of things germane to running a mid-sized town with a moderate budget.

It seems that I need to become more involved here in Merced. I like the place and am settled in. I'm going nowhere else to live.

It was a very good week, all in all.

In fact, the whole month was good.

All is well, I'm happy as hell, even glad, to be sick, because I'm still alive.

In the end, it's all you need. Love is a big bonus. Thanks to my friends.

And the community who has taught me to help love myself.

Serious as a heart attack,

Mouse, wherever
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 02:41am PT
It doesn't feel right, somehow, calling tails, mate.  Buck up and go w...
It doesn't feel right, somehow, calling tails, mate. Buck up and go with the coach, dingbat, he's buying if he's right.
Credit: mouse from merced
Phil's dad, Steve, Trophy Man.
Phil's dad, Steve, Trophy Man.
Credit: mouse from merced
The Mighty Elko and his phone booth.  He's always on call to give a bo...
The Mighty Elko and his phone booth. He's always on call to give a boost.
Credit: mouse from merced
Moosie, check this RACK!
Moosie, check this RACK!
Credit: mouse from merced
I know it's not a moose, it's not a mouse, it's a selfie.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 03:11am PT
Saturday morning's meeting at city hall.
The executives called to educate the council:  budget analysis types a...
The executives called to educate the council: budget analysis types and law enforcement types.
Credit: mouse from merced
Merced's current City Council seeking advice from the public and their...
Merced's current City Council seeking advice from the public and their consulting team of city employees.
Credit: mouse from merced
There are seven million sawbucks in the City Pocket. This is the way we decide how many of them to spend on what. It's fascinating, and it is tedious, but someone needs to do it.

Donuts and coffee are nice, but the table was loaded with all kinds of goodies. I'm coming to the next $$ planning meeting, too!

Cookies for free, who could want more?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 03:42am PT
Middle Earth.  Rock solid.
Middle Earth. Rock solid.
Credit: mouse from merced
THE Urb.
THE Urb.
Credit: mouse from merced
Young Urban, the Once and Future Pope, a Poet, a Popper.
Young Urban, the Once and Future Pope, a Poet, a Popper.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Feb 4, 2014 - 03:55am PT
Famous climb immortalized in neon.  Ranger Rock solid.
Famous climb immortalized in neon. Ranger Rock solid.
Credit: mouse from merced
Chef Robert sez welcome to the heart of Merced's downtown.  Enjoy the ...
Chef Robert sez welcome to the heart of Merced's downtown. Enjoy the wine list and the food. He cares greatly. They are still in business. That's what you gotta go by, not Yelp.
Credit: mouse from merced

From January of last year:
http://www.mercedsunstar.com/2013/01/15/2757882/downtown-business-booming-in-merced.html

It was an especially good night the other night when I went into the Bistro after having stayed out of there for about four long months. It is one of the best places to get friendly service and good atmosphere and good wines, even if it costs some. Live well or not, you do what pleases you, you're a human with needs--it's terrible having to eat alone if you don't need to, but that's the way my life has headed, and there is no need to worry. I get around.

But I had a bit of a run-in with one owner of the four who partnered in this restaurant. He did me a disservice and I have held it against him, only hurting myself.

I spoke to his partner, the Chef, and Robert laid it out. The partnership is now just he and Mark, the one who dogged me last summer, he told me. I know no specifics, just that Carina and her brother-in-law are now out of it. Carina was especially nice to me. Sorry.

Anyhow, the thing is that I really don't have a gripe, just hurt feelings and they are mollified now, so it's cool. I did the right thing because I had absolutely one of the best steaks I've ever had there the night after I had the talk with Robert.

It's up to us to create our happiness. Nobody will do it for you.

Though lately I've found that friends have that knack. That's why they are friends.

I wish to figuratively gift you with the single best bottle of wine I ever had, purchased from the 17th St. Public House and just finished the other day when Peyton lost.
Marsannay, Latour.
Marsannay, Latour.
Credit: mouse from merced
Drink life to the lees.
Or if you prefer a robust stout, here, try a bottle of this on me.
Tanilla from Knee Deep.
Tanilla from Knee Deep.
Credit: mouse from merced
Gene, what's up, bud?

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