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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 20, 2013 - 04:48am PT
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Supercreche for Supertopo.
It was an awesome event this evening, a closed circle of mice and moms and daughters and sons and fathers. Limited, very limited, because we are inaugurating an annual Washing of the Pet Rocks and Vanquishing of the Wild Rocks.
It's a symbolic thing, like all creches.
This creche represends the Be-Laying of Donini in the li'l town of Bedlam, somewhere out there in the fog of time.
The story is the same as in the Bible, the Green Version.
The actual nativity was like a climbing fest in Yosemite--everybody was off climbing when the good stuff happened back in Camp Faux, but there were no reliable witnesses, just rumors abounding, rangers impounding:
"Say there hey, did you hear thus and so and who-ma-jig went to Manger Rock and it was closed. They parked in a turnout and walked over and came back to rack and their wheels were towed. They were screwed."
There were no wise men in the bazaar, and as it was Sunday, the rabbi was off fishing. They sought the advice of the kindly young vivacious Ranger Rabbit at the kiosk and she ssid they were full, overnight parking was forbidden and enforced, and when they told her about their missing ride she did the only thing a former dirtbagger turned kindly young vivacious Ranger could do, rally, in good conscience, and with very little risk to her job whe sent them to the only place they could go--the boulders behind Camp Faux.
They had the baby, a shower in Curry, got jobs there, stuck with their climbing, and became you and me, fathers and mothers to the myth.
They never found the vehicle. It had been taken for a joyride by a drunken man who apparently was deaf and was last seen in Fresno County, parked near Toll House...
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**BELIEVE!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 05:35am PT
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The Making of Super Creche
There were too many mice, and we had to abandon anything having to do with Spanish Bastilles. No barbarians were available and so we settled for a project like I had originally not wanted to do, but I thought about how much it would mean to neebee to have her hard work pay off somehow despite that last package's absence.
So I knew that the rocks I had been bringing home were not very clean to begin with, so they got a bath, and you know, they perked right up and they never moved at all after I had posed them. The mice were troublesome. They often would wonder off. I witnessed several close calls--all were safe but two. Part of neebee's tail, the longest to survive the trip from back east, broke off, but I tossed it in the cup with the rest, who had docked tails of varying length (the carving knife thing is fiction) from the rest of the pack, party, gang--what do you call a smallish horde of baked clay mice, anyway?
A cast.
There were several nasty falls. Jaybro fell into a crevasse. We got him out safely. He claimed he didn't know what hit him.
Barbarian did the same, but I was responsible. My elbow nudged him. I began being more deliberate in my movements after that.
When we set up the tower in the left background, T Hocking and Ron Anderson began trying to ascend it on its north side, the one facing Lake Faux. It toppled, but the main actors, the other rocks, were not in place. No one got hurt, but Tad lay on his back for a bit yelling, "She's not mine!" Lilabiene and the Muppet ran over and she cried, "Shut the hell up! You dumbell, you're cold-cocked and better wake up or I'll cry!"
Muppet sat quietly, shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she said.
Tad began moaning, and he looked sort of queer as he whispered into Lilabiene's ear: "Purple bud...purple bud."
And after that we all worked and sweated and hauled and even had a little informal bull session with Sgt. Rock, the Marine D.I.
Then we all cleaned up and I placed the actors, called the role, and stole their little souls. To all a good night.
I have stills and close-ups of the performers, plus there is a portrait gallery of the pet and wild rocks.
That, though is for the next-to-the-next-shortest day of...wait, that's today. Then later today, like news at eleven, more on how Donini came down from heaven.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 07:51am PT
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hey there say, mouse... wow, this is neat... oh, i love this!!!
wow, wait til you see the poem... it will go with the mice, you will see...
:)
your's, was in the box... but i have a copy, of course, and,
uh:
so do the mice! but NO MORE CAN WE SHARE, YET...
AND GOD ONLY know, if the share will 'come to life'
from the poem, or not...
at least you WILL KNOW that we tried our very best... :)
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:07am PT
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hey there say, mouse... okay--WOW, I MUST BREAK some of the silence, as the poem sure belongs here now:
and--box is late and you already KNOW there was supposed to be one...
so, yes, i MUST, and i can SHARE THIS MUCH of the secret project:
but will hold out a bit longer, for the
perhaps?? ACTUAL LOST CONTENTS...
HERE YOU GO:
HAPPY SWEET CHRISTMS FROM THE TWELVE MICE AND LIZ--watching over
(the "baker's doze" the 13th mouse) (mice of course, were for
your tree, and WOW you have them all set up and ready!!)...
-DONE TO: THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS:
ENTITLED NOW-- THE FIRST-DAYS to Christmas,
HERE WE GO—on the first days of Christmas, my 'to do' friends gave to me...
a group-gift-box, of many things, as I shall NOW see...
1-For the FIRST day towards Christmas, came a gift that was so sweet...
from a gal, who was to ol' Doug, the BEST and oh-so-neat...
2-On the second day towards Christmas, came a bit of nutrition to snatch...
it was something soft and something crisp, that together, do match...
3-On the third day towards Christmas, came a gift to keep him busy...
yet, in a mindful way, YET—one might make him dizzy...
4-On the forth day towards Christmas, came something about a place he loves...
where the stars shine bright, from the moon, and all the aboves...
5-On the fifth day towards Christmas, came something to keep him warm
and cozy...
as about more gifts, he NOW gets NOSY!...
6-AND on the sixth day towards Christmas, speaking of nosy and warm and cozy, most likely he needs a gift for OUTSIDE...
one that will work on trips to town, YET, still function, for when at home, he does ABIDE...
7-On the seventh day of Christmas, as momento-leads to momento, came a darling little treat...
something from a mystery-solving gal, and her babe, that he happily did meet...
8-On eighth day of Christmas, came many intriguing bits of fun...
from someone that knows what inspires a mouse, when the day is done...
9-On the ninth day of Christmas, came a gift to inspire him to dream...
as the days of Christmas, run by like rivers, or a stream...
10-On the tenth day of Christmas, came a shocking surprise, like non-other...
something of warm memories, that rhymes with: another...
11-On the eleventh day of Christmas, anticipating the eve, and up late...
turns out, there came a gift that from head-to-toes,that just wouldn’t wait...
12-On the twelfth day of Christmas, the ol' mouse was by friendship, caught...
as he opened his last box, and on all of these gifts, took thought...
Yep--he was a mighty happy mouse, in deed...
from this Christmas, that to him, did speed....
13-Why, it included a ‘baker’s dozen’ gift, to JOIN with it all…
yep-- another giver, included--one that for him, years-ago, his heart did fall…
*Neebee tucked it in, to be from that gal, as a special thought, you’all…
HAPPY SWEET CHRISTMAS TO YOU MOUSE FROM MERCED!
WE WERE PICKED OFF, FROM YOUR “FLAMES” THREAD,
AND—were able to respond…
you do not YET KNOW which MICE MATCH which number... :)
we are very thankful for all the merced-shares that you do for us...
our adventurous mouse-about-town... oh, and of course ALL the climbing
pics and history, as well!! after all: climbers we be! well, except for the hiker... ;)
:)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 08:58am PT
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Ch. 1
Fux twenty A. D. They gave Donini a GI rock hammer and he hefted it and said, words in red: Come on, do you want me dead? or alive...whereby I shall smite our common foe, the Wild Rocks, the Impure, the Choss. Got something heavier, Top?
The sarge in charge said, it's the best we can do, from World War Two.
And Donini about-faced and marched out the door, where it was heard by many that he called out in a humble tone, "Survey that piece of crap, I'll make my own. And he did.
He sought counsel with the Royal Armourer, known in Camp Faux, which was then a military training site, for his wondrous weapons, wicked wheeled carts, and did it all pretty much at a loss, for the Royalty was a tight-wad, HRH RR, the son of a maid and a man, like any of us, but forced to take the job, which was good for the people, for they spent all their money on aiding the poor of Camp Faux and aiding pretty much everything.
Donini had never been on aid in his life. He was proud of it. He meant to keep it that way and to set an example.
He came and climbed the Cathedral free.
Donini proclaimed a different, a new and more enlightened gospel.
He got on his knees and came into the humble yard of the RA, and he prostrated himself before the fire of the forge, saying, in his humblest voice,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQtyJZhV2lQ
Ivory, the Towering Giant, looked up at him and sid in return: I
I think little of your request, but I can see that you are not in jest, so I will do my vertical best. Do you need a rope or three, a new pair of shoes, all rubbery, not to mention some very nice shrubbery, or guided climbs in old Chile?
You should stand up, too--you're blocking the view of the beach. My people are people of the sea and the upland, at home in both, leisurely attired or covered in pile, they all are happy here, see them all smile?
That new chick with the long braid's the bomb, ain't she?With that, Donini stood tall and the two smiled at one another and raced to the beach, for there were Wild Waves to tame as well as Wild Rocks.[Click to View YouTube Video]"It takes a lot of courage to take that one last ride."
"You heard that from HRH RR. I've heard that courage pep talk. It takes a lot of wax to stay on the board, too. I don't think he's much for water, but he's surpising, to say the least. Or chalk to stay put on the tiny holds."
"I only use chalk now and then, not because I have to, you see. It's a hot day, yeah, but usually, unless it's really steep or overhung, nah. Well, I use it bouldering, but everyone does so."
"If you wish this hammer, you must forsake the White Substitute and adhere to the traditional creed of naked hand in the crack, the callouses on thy fingertips, and if you sweat, it's your fate, deal with it. Try Da Brim."
And from that day forward, with his mighty hammer held high, he strode out of the smelly hovel, a light in his eyes, and these words were heard by many:
NO MORE CHALK!
STOP CASTING POROSITIES!
I shall bring down the impure and leave only the pure, the granite and the sandstone of the desert, and I shall live in the high places of the earth and do only free climbs. And I shall guide the people with my native ability. And a GPS, I'm not stupid.
And no more did Donini sweat, at least when he was battling with the rock, dancing on it, or just running laps on crag or bouldering.
neebee--
I was busy writing this and didn't see it, what you wrote.
I could just ignore it, but since I read just the first couple of sentences, my curiosity is aroused and you're nice to come clean by any measure and so give me a minute to catch my wind and we'll see whatcha got, in that shaddokiddo box.
More cookies!!!!!!!
*please*
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 10:01am PT
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Yep--he was a mighty happy mouse, in deed...
from this Christmas, that to him, did speed....
Well, as Mr. Vonnegut so often uttered,
"So it goes," about the above lines,
would be better said as,
"Slow it goes."
I have a sunrise to shoot and I will be back when I have some thinking done and some cogent things to say.
I had an awfully great email sent by Amy and we traded quotes and stories and some Wilma McDaniels poems.
Gravy and grits, y'all.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 11:00am PT
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So...
I got nothin'.
Helping neebee must be a gift in itself because she is a gift to all of us. Elizabeth means 'God's gift.'
That was a good poem. Now let's do it right, singing the first day, then the second day plus the first, to the end. Were you going somewhere? I'm gonna take a shower and do just that.
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Fish Finder
Social climber
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:31pm PT
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Shrine on! Mouse
Happy Holidays!
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MH2
climber
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Dec 20, 2013 - 08:52pm PT
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Did I miss the candle? Am I confusing a crèche with a shrine?
We are allowed to share some of his private moments, as when he lights a candle before a little shrine to Balzac
Roger Ebert on 400 Blows
a group of young animals (as penguins or bats) gathered in one place for care and protection usually by one or more adults
Merriam-Webster on crèche
I like it, candle or no, young penguin or not.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 09:07pm PT
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Ch. 2
And they found Ron in the back of his car, fast asleep, saying,
"Why do you sleep?"
"I'll tell ya in the mornin' when the chickens come home. Now lemme sleep, already, aight?"
They retreated and muttereth amongth themthelveth, thaying thingth like unto: "Well, thatth the latht time I'm gonna let him thleep in on a weekday. The retht of uth never theem to thleep that thoundly and loudly and long."
And, "He's always stuffing himself on the left-over loaves and sardines."
"He does more leading than thou. He should be considered the Jefe when Donini retires."
"But Donini has expectations of living forever. He told me so. In the porta-Johns he ran out of john tp and he asked me for some. We got talking. He eats weird things, anyway, but he said we could have a party on him when he isn't here any longer. Live forever...sounds crazy to me."
"Yeah, I know. I've heard it all now. Next thing, he'll be telling us we can do it if we follow his example. Don't you have just a little misgiving when hearing proselytizing from some one whom you'd think would be a little more rational for one so brilliant otherwise?"
"He climbs like a god, all I know."
"5.10a, let's go to the wine shop round the back of Camp Faux. I found a sheckel in the porta-John. And Alice still owes me on that bet about Elazareaus and his sister's girl friend? Remember that joke...the dead hath arisen, my friends!"
n.b. or nota bene
Pronunciation-- Say no ta bay nay there and you're on the right trail.
crèche noun \ˈkresh, ˈkrāsh\
: a set of statues that represents the scene of Jesus Christ's birth and that is displayed during Christmas and within which mice play fast and loose all over, transmogrifying the event into what you have read so far
I don't think there is a complete apocryphal gospel on Donini's early life. The best we can do, as usual, is to rely on Roper's vision. I'm virtually certain that people have invented myths about Donini. As myth, they may eventually be transmogrified themselves into classic legends of epic proportions. I'm not gonna sit here and write out all the Donini apocrypha, I'd be dead and gone by the time I got through with the thing about the Snow Job on El Cap. :0)
FB message for Mr. Donini, paging Jim Bonini, you've been poked, prodded, and poled. Paging Donini.
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feralfae
Boulder climber
Montana
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Dec 20, 2013 - 09:34pm PT
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crèche noun \ˈkresh, ˈkrāsh\
: a set of statues that represents the scene of Jesus Christ's birth and that is displayed during Christmas and within which mice play fast and loose all over, transmogrifying the event into what you have read so far
Mouse!
I just almost choked on my tea!
I am laughing very much.
Thank you for wonderfully and hysterically funny, wry, and glib humor. Great thread, bravo! HIghly entertaining.
And thank you to dear neebee for making all this hilarity possible with. . . Mice.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and climb on.
feralfae
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L
climber
California dreamin' on the farside of the world..
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Dec 20, 2013 - 09:36pm PT
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Very nice, Mr. Mouse!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 20, 2013 - 09:45pm PT
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The white pebble of hope belayeth on obsidian. Chertain shepherds lay sleeping among their rocks.
The Grand Granite Stairway from and to Heaven is not even fourth class.
The white pebble came rolling down it, bumping its Babys Butt.
What Folly is this Fickshen about a fouth class route?
F*#k guidebooks and topos.
I have a new plan! Inspired by the deity, Birdung.
But first I need a nap and some food, preferably whole-grain toast with prickly pear jam.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Dec 21, 2013 - 12:16am PT
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hey there say, mouse...
as to this:
But first I need a nap and some food, preferably whole-grain toast with prickly pear jam.
hee hee... we are patiently waiting...
love those cactus and tunas...
for those NOT in the know as to tunas, it is not:
fish stuck in cactus pads, ;)
well, unless ol' mouse DECIDES to add a few,
in his next creative display... :)
(along with the true-tunas, though, please mouse, or, it just won't match
you above-photo)
:)
thank you getting us all to smile, laugh, and relax!
god bless!!!
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2013 - 12:53am PT
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Most esteemed Mouse, I fixed up your image for you!
I know this is a very very bad idea, but I couldn't resist.
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Mimi
climber
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:01am PT
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LOL! GUD one Darwin.
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Darwin
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:04am PT
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we'll see.
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Mimi
climber
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Dec 21, 2013 - 01:05am PT
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I'm happy for the Seahawks, but I've got the Saints to worry about.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 21, 2013 - 08:42am PT
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I have no Broncos towel or I'd have been switching them off. The two things I have against Seahawks...they are from SeatHell, and they wouldn't say no to a freshly-caught mouse.
But Merry Chossmas, my man! It's only a game and I'm not paid for being a fan. Nofence around here.
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