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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 Reply - Mar 16, 2017 - 09:13pm PT
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Forgive me, the piano player's been drinkin'.
And that got him to thinkin'
I don't know what since I just got in the door.
Let me download my pics (hic) and I'll tellya some more.
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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 Reply - Mar 16, 2017 - 09:54pm PT
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Being useless isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially with no headlamps!
Top of the Mondo Building is his best p.m. climb to date.
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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 Reply - Mar 16, 2017 - 10:03pm PT
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I got a free beer out of this one.
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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 - Mar 17, 2017 - 03:59am PT
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Out of deep dreams...more foot agony.
Into the tub...more hot-water therapy.
This was a dry run, you could say.
I filled the tub partially, the water covering my ankles and beginning its magic, when I noticed a clear resemblance to El Capitan.
I got out, dabbed my feet with a towel, changed the battery and fired up the cannon.
Then I resumed my seat on the shower stool the VA gave me when I was recovering from the open-heart surgery.
Mein Herr Doktor Freud:
In our last session you had me begin by recounting a disturbing dream. Hear another one, which just happened and which I am out of bed to describe. It shook me. I was physically affected.
I woke from a dream in which a man was attempting to convince the Lady Fire Marshal that he was qualified for a license as a fire tekkie. I was watching the test. He was asked to build a fire. He was on the other side of the bathroom mirror and I was on this side. He assembled his small pile of toilet tissue as tinder, along with pages torn from an anthology of poems called Another Poetry Thread. He pulled out a box of Diamond Strike On Box Matches. There were 32 matches. I recall this distinctly, because that's what the box label read. Of course, there may have been fewer, or the label a fake, but I have one here in my hand. This one has what appears to be 29(a quick count).
The aspiring carabinieri placed the matches carefully in a circular pattern, the red tips inwards, the stick ends radiating outwards. Then he took one of the matches, struck it on the box, put the box on the pyre, and lit the TP. In seconds it burst into bright flame. I looked down at the drain, and flames arose which brought an unbelievable stench into the bathroom. I had the presence of mind, thank God or my own Boy Scout training or hidden psychic guilt, to turn on the tap and quench the blaze.
I was and still am shocked, appalled, and dismayed all at one time. I was, of course, shocked that this might happen. I am dismayed because I had to inform the Lady Fire Marshal that this was not a good test and she immediately flunked the candidate. I am appalled because of the psychic ramifications of this event, which turned out to have been a dream.
I woke in agony with a foot cramp just like the one I had the other night. I can only say that I wish the prescription for a magnesium supplement which my primary care physician wrote last Friday had come yesterday. I had drunk extra water and taken a pain relief tab before going to bed tonight because I had had a couple of beers out on the town. I had fallen asleep immediately and this was three and a half hours or so later.
I entered a note in my Nocturnal Journal on this and am sending you this to apprise you of my intention to halt the dream therapy. I think you're so full of it when you say sometimes a cigar is just a cigar that it burns me up. Sometimes the egg on your face is quite real and quite messy.
Sweet dreams, Ciggy.
Your former patient,
Mouse from Barceloney
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Mar 17, 2017 - 04:14am PT
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Oh the sadness the irony !
The republic is failing !
The pussy grabber 'n thief is suspended by a bungy-cord safety line,
Poised to break, and drop us all the US and the world into a pile of shjt!
That's McSchnidley's offer,
they are playing tonight at the LA Forum with the
Mighty Mighty Bosstones
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happy St Patrick's Day
All Gnomes have a wee bit of the blarney in 'em!
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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 - Mar 17, 2017 - 04:35am PT
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Erin, go start up the grill, bragh.
Bratwurst and cabbage tonight.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, Schneidley.
Merced's finest, Officer Mac.
He's the one that hauled the old woman's mattress off in the trunk of his police car
after she abandoned it in broad daylight, claiming it was legal...it's recorded here somewhere.
Cheryl does not own a cell phone or other device of that kind.
This central location downtown was once ruled by Starbuck's, now moved several blocks west on Old 99 at Rte 59. Officer Mac told me that Stabuck's had free Wi-Fi and that's one reason WHY the place got so jammed with homeless folk. They left it on 24/7 and by rights could not exclude the homeless or anyone from using it. The Mainplace, as the locale is called, is really quite different from what it was before the coffee moguls and their PARTNERS (employees & baristas) pulled out.
I require more zzz's. G'mornin', all, 'n' g'night.
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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 Reply - Mar 17, 2017 - 04:54am PT
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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 Reply - Mar 17, 2017 - 06:31am PT
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Well, it's 5:30 a.m.
And there's too much noise
Other people wanna go to bed.
Concrete pouring at the construction site.
Twitchy-itchy feet.
Can't sleep.
Might as well get up and DANCE!!!
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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 - Mar 17, 2017 - 08:54am PT
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Fine sentiment, there, Gnome.
Fine shot of the Horsetail, Cosmick (you ARE Irish, right?).
And hooblie, that's good food for thought. However, I take Warfarin and green leafy vegetables are not in the cards. They inhibit the therapeutic value of Warfarin. When OFF the blood thinner, it takes longer to resume its efficacy and in fact, as I understand it, the patient never fully regains the stasis he may have once had. I've experienced this twice, both times leading to serious consequences which would likely have been prevented.
But I groove on seeds like all mice. Fish is seldom seen around here, though. They have pescadores at El Bajio. I've been sampling the mariscos at Los Costenitos, too; and I'm eating far less beef (on the advice of Dr. zBrown) and more beans.
And I had lots of beans yesterday. Four bean and cheese burritos last night and a leftover this morning. What my recipe calls for is refritos (out of the can is fine by me), raisins (!), and chopped lettuce, rolled into a steamy flour tortilla and dipped in, you got it...
CHILO'S CHILE!!!!!
That's a spicy burrito with a sweet taste you won't forget.
Chilo's will make any meal a memorable one, even corned beef (or bratwurst) and cabbage, I'll wager.
Have some sun on the house while you're here, guys.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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Mar 17, 2017 - 09:11am PT
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wow. so THAT'S why nobody calls me doc
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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 - Mar 17, 2017 - 09:27am PT
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Forsooth, Hair Doc Tor, let's be reasonable.
You haven't an open file with my medical history sitting on your computer, obviously. And there is good intent on your part.
So what's in a title, anyhow?
It's a matter of respect to address a medico as Doc. A doctor may endure the familiarity of addressing him by his first name, knowing it's just the patient's way of calming him or her self, getting comfortable with the man who's about to send him to the ghouls and cutters and X-Ray tekkies and the other myriad minions of medical magic.
You, on the other hand, have succeeded in making me feel better just knowin' ya care, amigo! Thangs a billion, sir.
Back atcha, Gnome.
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Soothe thyself, doc.
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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 Reply - Mar 17, 2017 - 09:30am PT
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Like the dogs did for Lazarus.
One for Bushman, friend of skunks, skinks, shrinks, pinks, greens, and inks.
Rebel Son - Drunk As a Skunk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-Tja2Obo-k
I realize you never indulge in Demon Rum now, Poetus. But I salute you, the current President of the Republic of Rhyme.
Viva Bushman!
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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 Reply - Mar 17, 2017 - 10:08am PT
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From the top.
Hand-held camera, no tripod, Cosmick.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Mar 17, 2017 - 10:45am PT
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K-toe-strophee
Got out of bed
Went to the can
And stubbed my toe
On the ottoman
Fell down and busted
A hole in the wall
And rolled outside
Like a big meatball
Ran over a cat
Who screeched and flew
And bit the dog
So right on queue
He jumped and leaped
Across the street
In front of a car
The horn went bleat
The brakes locked up
It started to spin
I plugged my ears
When I heard the din
A garbage truck
Was in the road
It swerved and flipped
And lost its load
A semi truck
Ran into the mess
What came next
I must confess
Was catastrophic
But even still
What was yet to come
Was a bitter pill
The semi truck
Avoided the wreck
By crossing the tracks
Of a train and heck
The train hit the truck
And it derailed
What came next
A godawful smell
A propane car
Was leaking and blew
I ran for my life
Didn't know what to do
The car flew up
Straight into the air
As a plane flew by
Without a care
The exploding mid-air
Wreckage fell
On a military base
That caught fire as well
The pentagon launched
Our missiles code red
They hit the North
Koreans in their bed
The Chinese and
The Russians struck back
The first bomb hit as
I crawled back in the sack
My toe had swollen
And turned to blue
As the end came swift
For me and you
Starting World War Three
Though never on the table
But while dying in my bed?
Was most deplorable
-bushman
03/17/2017
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