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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 30, 2014 - 03:31am PT
Happy TRails, Taco.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wi0e7brHdMQ

Good to the last drop of dust.

edit: It will rain tonight. There is proof, skyphish proof at best, but all I got.


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 30, 2014 - 09:06am PT
sky phish  enough proof   u want pudding & cookies!
sky phish enough proof u want pudding & cookies!
Credit: mouse from merced
i &lt;3 strawberry pudding and chucklit chip cookies,
i <3 strawberry pudding and chucklit chip cookies,
Credit: mouse from merced
more proof looking like gloss
more proof looking like gloss
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say it again like u mean it--strawberry pudding and cookies make me le...
say it again like u mean it--strawberry pudding and cookies make me leap for joy
Credit: mouse from merced
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Jan 30, 2014 - 10:50am PT
A ways from Poway, but the North Hollywood Bank Shootout was another stunning gun (stun gun you say?)battle. Tons of Youtube on this one. Here's a sample, if you're into firearms.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 30, 2014 - 11:32am PT
This is not a debate on firearms but the history class for those who would like to keep dogging the issue till it's a dead dog.

Why not just shoot it now, befo' he run, Dawg?

Blood for brea'fas' no good fo' ya, 'dead or alive.'

GOT TA have my cookies and pudding!

One hole in the cookie?

Must've been a richochet...
Nobody hurt in the filming of this wonderful, wonderful story.

It's
reely
reely
Credit: mouse from merced
U NO...
U NO...
Credit: mouse from merced
Belle the Kitty.
Ora Belle's my Nana's name.  Hot stuff in her day, too.
Ora Belle's my Nana's name. Hot stuff in her day, too.
Credit: mouse from merced
I removed my eyes' glass for ONE MINUTE and an OWL, another accursed night hunter, moves in! Jeeper creepers!
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Jan 30, 2014 - 12:27pm PT
Some coincidence. My friend on the ST adds an owl to my sister's collection. If we ever get out of court, I'm gonna have to hitchhike up there to Merced to see it and actually meet someone on the old ST.

Is it near Argentina?

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Jan 30, 2014 - 06:57pm PT
badmanBrown ? probably off standing in the corner



A fantastic collection of clamps to win friends and influence your uncle.


Credit: zBrown


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2014 - 04:02pm PT
Brother. Uncle. Brother. Uncle.
I gave up at the office.
The big room with the fireplace in the penthouse, dawn's early light. ...
The big room with the fireplace in the penthouse, dawn's early light. It's now occupied by the new night manager at the Tioga, replacing Vern and Dawn, who are moving out of the other penthouse to the fifth floor. They are in the midst of carpet replace
Credit: mouse from merced
Vern is no longer employed by the Tioga Management team. He is now just a tenant. They left for Santa Cruz this morning.

I'm reading all day.

No. 1 Thumb Mountain Road by Hoh No Spocks.
jacket illustration
jacket illustration
Credit: mouse from merced

Interesting man, that guy in the Morrison T-Shirt. We met up at the Partisan last night. He is named Eric, he bought me a PBR and we and another of his friends went and toured the Tioga, had a safety meeting on the Moussolini Balcony, and then retreated in the teeth of a cold wind.

It was a good day for clouds here.

I'm getting back on mine.
The Moussolini World View & Faux News present Don O'Day.
The Moussolini World View & Faux News present Don O'Day.
Credit: mouse from merced
Today's sun.
Today's sun.
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2014 - 04:33pm PT
To c clearly s sometimes not enuf.  How can u no, for example?
To c clearly s sometimes not enuf. How can u no, for example?
Credit: mouse from merced
Pay your deductible and all will go flowingly.
nebulous thoughts...shapeless dreams...oil on water...lettuce leaves
nebulous thoughts...shapeless dreams...oil on water...lettuce leaves
Credit: mouse from merced
Let us leave.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 31, 2014 - 07:18pm PT
If I were a skyfish swimming in the deep blue sky I would stay on the ...
If I were a skyfish swimming in the deep blue sky I would stay on the bottom and stay nicely high and dry.
Credit: mouse from merced
The Red Bang Theory.  Good but little-know band, as yet.
The Red Bang Theory. Good but little-know band, as yet.
Credit: mouse from merced
Get outa town, Mouse.
Can't go, too ill.

Every time I do these I wheeze.
I simply can't just do as I please.
I'm on my heels and on my knees.

The bang's all here. I'm not very well, though.

I've explained my asthma. It's an ER doc's decision the problem with my breath is not an allergy to mold, like my VA doc opined and won't change his mind.

I'm stuck with COPD, I guess. I've got to start the road back today with kind thanks to T Hocking and neebee. You were the only ones to know of the visit to the hospital (seven hours). Thanks for not mentioning it to anyone.

It's only been two days and I'm taking steroids (pred) and had a lung infection so am on an antibiotic as well. My Mickey Mouse Club lunchbox of pills is mostly full now. Nine scrips, I think.

I was wanting to go to the Valley to see the weather yesterday. Instead I got to drink my ass off thinking how much time I've got left, all that inspiring stuff, guaranteed to bore everyone else to tears.

JJ has it right. Dump the stuff. Don't really expect anything after the lights are off. Why ruin the surprise? It took your whole life, man, to get this far.

Thoughts of self-doubt and erasure crossed my mind briefly, but that will never happen unless I'm maybe caught in a raging inFresno.

Bar thought: God is a mercenary, not a Jew, an Anabaptist, a Christer, nor a Catholic boy. He's gonna charge you at the gate, twenty bucks. You get to stay in any campground for as long as you wish. Or you can leave and go to Fresno or to Mammoth and come back at no charge once a year to see how they're dividing your assets. God knows we need twenty in our wallet at all times. He knows. We just gotta be prepared with that Andy under the driver's license. But how to take it with you, that is the question. The one Shakespeare dodged.
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Jan 31, 2014 - 07:42pm PT
hey there say, mouse...

wow, however IF you had been stuck in the hospital a long time, of course, we then would have shared:

we just learned after the fact:
no one should be alone in the hospital, :(


say, my daddy started having lung trouble and not breathing well, it started with a dry cough... turned out he had scars on his lungs...
pulmonary fibrosis, they said...
he never smoked and only had a drink of wine or beer with supper, no hard stuff... :

but--there is a list of things that can cause it...
asbestos... (don't know if he was ever around that?)
and, some mediations...

i even saw that ONE (one and only, ? or just one of ?) the arrhythmia
medication CAN cause that :O and--he was taking something (don't know if it was the same medication or or not) for years, for that arrhythmia, :O


then, about four other medications, as well, can cause that, :O
and something about the fake butter flavoring in microwave popcorn...

(were even calling it 'popcorn' lung, i think it said?)
ohhh my, :O


say, keep those lungs as well as you can...

and say:
keep your household treasure, too, for a bit...
god gives them to you, as a hug and to let you know you are loved by folks as these are 'around the house hugs'...

things work out, where all these things should end up...
get rid of the 'pack rat' stuff, is usually the best thing...
:)

keep your mouse who you are, stuff, :)
the //rats/rests//, can go, ;))



say:
actually though... many folks HAVE found... it is nicer that folks
leave behind 'who they were' it give others the chance to see
'who' their loved ones WERE in the home-where-they-live...

it cause 'good past memories' to be highlighted and remembered,
when folks go through these 'parts of you' that are left behind,
sure--it is a big chore, but IF the loved ones were a special part
of someone's life:

this chore will touch there heart in new ways, for the long hard haul of
life without that person...

see? and--something may have gotten thrown out, too early:
something that would be a treasure for someone, in this 'chore'
that they go through...


i think feralfae, would understand too, right iloilo?
it is hard, and we may cry--but our hearts are touched deeply
as we move through 'the trail footprints' of our beloved, and it
makes us TWICE as glad, that we knew them...
and enjoy 'these things' with them...

i need to remember that, too, when i am tempted to get rid of too much,
so i can live simple... the grandkids ARE still here, though i do not see them much--and somethings here, can still touch them, after i am gone...

if nothing is left here, then, no footprints or less of them, will remind
them of my love that we shared here, or 'who' i was...

the inner heart treasure, will still be there, but for some, it fades without the trail markers and gets hazy... especially if they are youth...
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 04:59am PT
Bless these thoughts, Lord.

Our lives mean only one thing, a means.

Good, bad, our choice.

Nasty, sad, your voice.

Joyful, glad-to-have-been-here,

"Hey say I've been there."

And this is what to do

If you don't mind a thought or two...

Maybe a surprise in the finding, too.

Arghh, maties. Death is a treasure chest of memories.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 07:54am PT
Oops, my badulpa. I thought this was the FNPWD thread.
EARLY.  by Linda Abbott, Merced Arbor Gallery.  Recent.  Plein old air...
EARLY. by Linda Abbott, Merced Arbor Gallery. Recent. Plein old air.
WHOA, Linda!
Credit: mouse faux merced

Gamerz. They pay to belong to this arcane way of life!
Silver spooners only, no dirtbags need apply.
I pass.
I pass.
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For those too dimly lit to realize this following bit is parody, hey, it's that very same, or intended to be so. Thanky.

What would YOU do if Dewars wanted to do you or one of your lame relatives in a "Profile?"
I'd likely try something like this to impress the reader.

I wouldn't get paid, but might the hell get laid.


Dewar’s Profiles in Discourage NO. 009
Archived.

Joe Feather.  General Delivery.  Yosemite National Park.  CA.  ZIPPY
Joe Feather. General Delivery. Yosemite National Park. CA. ZIPPY
Credit: mouse from merced
Name: Joe, an itinerant who climbs, skis, races dogsleds as a substitute, had an affair with a husky, lost the gig, ended up in Camp 4. Last name could be Faint, Fitschen, Blow, Klutz, they are all the damn same, season after season.

There are thirteen hundred thousand stories so far in the archives of the Naked Campground, and we need more. Send ‘em in.

Home: Lonelyville.
Age: 30.
Profession: Gentleman of leisure. (Jerk can’t locate work—dirtbag.)
Drink of choice: Absinthe and Prozac. (Red Mountain, Vino de Tavola, Old Kletterschehe...meh.)
Most memorable book: Scotch Rite Treemasonry Illustrated. (Roper II, the Greenie.)
(Interestingly, I recall reading this first book, which was about
an angry young bearded Scotsman from the Midwest named Jack, but it may have been
otherwise, since it was a long time back, if ever it happened. Never relied on a word of the second title.)
Favorite pick-up line: “Do you go with the flow?”
Most ineffective pick-up line: “Whoa! Doggies!”
Funniest put-down: “I’m not the dog-walker, dude. I’m jus’ th’ maid. Got a light, ass-bite?”

Yew f*#kers which/who might/would kick a fuss if I were to offer ya a Rolling Rock in my home?
From one dirge-bragger to another, yer full of it if ya do and yer gunna die from alcohol poisoning.
You’d love one from the cooler on a hot day after a climb, though. I know. I’m not a fool.

I’ve had one Fireball, one real good Tanilla the Porter from Knee Deep.
I’ve drunk up four glasses of Angry Orchard on tap, mmmm....good.
And I even found a Rolling Rock in the fridge when I got home.
I ate a big bowl of Reinero’s clam chowder, best ever. Spicy.
It’s still Friday far out in the ocean west of here.
I did go do a climb when inebriated tonight.
I am no slacker when I feel good, and steroids help the booze.


I may be boasting
But I am just posting
Drunk on a Friday night.

The climb occurred on the spur
Of the momentous corner
Of the place
Where I first was employed:

The Valley Stationers
Shaffer Bldg.
M and Main
Merced.

It was so damn fine
I saw a line
An open book
But I still took
The time to scope it more.

Another way geckoed,
It really echoed
Over the traffic's roar
Out on the face
Go at a slow pace
With a shifty-nifty layback there,
then a little up and a bit more left
Then another slow step...
And then I’ll need no more.

Who needs books anyway?

Not I, I said,
It's mine, it's led.
I did not linger
I licked no finger
And at that thing I tore.

Before I knew it
I had do it--
I’d climbed to the top of the store.

I tagged the ledge
Crept back down edge by edge
Cleverly laying back
To look at the sky,

O my O my
Is my reply
To this humble
Yet very grand try.

I want to thank the man who made this possible,
Who helped to state my self-worth
On God’s good earth
A small enough feather
And in dead calm weather
It stands out like a sore thumb in my blind mouse eye.

Over the Transom

If a fly can climb so well
Then why in the hell
Can’t I fly?


I used to climb
pretty good.
Understood?

It was on sight.  I'd walked past it many times idly wondering, but ne...
It was on sight. I'd walked past it many times idly wondering, but never stopping to "look." One whisky, four beers. NO SWEAT. With the Canon on my chest. I was in form, and nobody to see but a group of four ladies, BION!
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 08:49am PT
Joe "Pass Me the Grey Poupon" Feather as he pictures himself.  A real ...
Joe "Pass Me the Grey Poupon" Feather as he pictures himself. A real GAD-ASS!
Credit: GI
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Feb 1, 2014 - 09:09am PT
Glad the steroids are helping your condition Mouse.

Just don't give in to roid rage and throw yer partner or yerself from the ledge to the talus, nawmean?
Tad and Mouse
Tad and Mouse
Credit: Mouse from Merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 09:45am PT
I couldn't lift you. ARE YOU CRAZY?

I'd try, though, if you ever did need a real lift, not a fake wrestling move that looks great for the camera.

We need a new buddy pic big time.

Singapore, 1941.  Pip-pip!
Singapore, 1941. Pip-pip!
Credit: mouse from merced

zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Feb 1, 2014 - 11:16am PT
My mom's COPD was quite clearly brought on by years of cigarette smoking. It was way glamorous back in the old days. She eventually quit, but the damage was done.

Those inhalers (I have to look up the names) actually seemed to help her breathing quite a bit.

It's not comforting when the doctors can't agree. Really annoying is when the heart guy says what are you here for, you've got lung problems and vice versa.

Get a third opinion? Did you smoke? Well, we all know you were smokin', but did you actually inhale?
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Feb 1, 2014 - 04:45pm PT
hey there say, mouse... oh my...


remember me, dial up? ;)

hope you were just teasing about this, after i shared about the
really NEAT--yep, really neat building pics:

The rest are chopped liver, I know...

I try.

:)


i really just can't see the pics here... some show and some don't...

or say:
did you actually have a nice plate of chopped liver there?



my cats love chopped chicken liver and it is very cheap, :)


say, also, i ACTUALLY HAVE A CAR post...
for you... and a question...



will post it later, when i can scan it...
thought you all would enjoy, it...
an old timer, it is, :)



ooops, edit:
forgot... my mom and i love old buildings... especially barns, :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 05:38pm PT
Hiya, and yep, it was a joke, and no, I have no liver, just some CARboNARa sauce.

I used to work at the RED BARN in El Cerrito, cooking chicken and flipping burgers for the Big Barneys.

I may have to look in my Binders of Barn Doors and Hay Lofts.
H. Muldoon.
H. Muldoon.
Credit: mouse from merced
H. Calhoun.
H. Calhoun.
Credit: mouse from merced
Rory Calhoun, sans shirt.  Good thing he's such a good driva.
Rory Calhoun, sans shirt. Good thing he's such a good driva.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2014 - 07:01pm PT
Stacks and stacks

Lots and lots

Piles and piles



zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
Feb 1, 2014 - 08:27pm PT
Does this mean Sky Dog is really God and not Slowhand?



Spare change?

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