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The fur trapper was pretty fucked up. He had just been stomped upon and recited to by the entire contents of this audience. And you know what that can do to a guy who is wearing a parka. So he gets up, looks around, looks around again, and looks around again. And then he says. And you can sing along if you know the words. I cant see. I cant see. I cant see. I cant see. He took a dog doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye. He took a dog doo snow cone and stuffed in my other eye. And the huskey wee wee, I mean the doogie wee wee has blinded me. Great googlie mooglie. I cant see, temporarily. Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a good job 'n' be real rich (get a good get a good get a good get a good job) Women's Liberation Came creepin' across the nation I tell you people I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say "when" She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which (I wonder wonder wonder wonder) So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me 'n' a friend Sorta drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin', "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic! Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin down, And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now, I'm goin down, etc

All of my favies are from the Eiger Sanction, especially the following passage: Ben: I want to know why you busted that guy's head at the pool. Jonathan: Rock! Ben (after ducking behind the corner for shelter): OK, OK, OK. It ain't none of my fucking business. You know, way down deep, I think you've got the makings of a real bad ass. I don't know that I want to be stranded on an island with you if there was a shortage of food. Jonathan: Don't worry. You're a friend. Ben: You ever had any enemies? Jonathan: A few. Ben: Any of them still around? Jonathan: Guy by the pool, Miles Mellough. What do you know about him? Ben: He checked in yesterday. He looks like he could change a nine-dollar bill in threes. Want me to throw him out? Jonathan: No, I want him right here. Ben: What about the other guy, the big guy? Jonathan: Him too. Ben: You set him up kind of neat for an elderly college professor. Jonathan: Well, you've got me in shape. Ben: It ain't that! You set him up like you were used to setting people up. Jonathan: Tell me, Ben, have you had a chance to meet any of these guys who are making the Eiger climb? Ben: They're a good enough bunch. They've got a lot of hills behind them. Jonathan: Any of them walk with a limp? Ben: Now who in the Hell could climb with a limp....duh, wait a minute. The German was limping, said he hurt himself in a fall. Carl Freitag... funny guy. Makes noise like a leader. Family makes bug spray. Got a lot of money...doesn't wanna talk about it. Any way, Jon, he's got the look. Jon: The look? Ben: The look of the kind of guy you couldn't count on in a clutch. I wouldn't want to have to count on him on that hill. Jon: And the Austrian, Andrel Maier? Ben: Oh, you're going to love him, Jon. Everybody I talked to said he's the kind of climber....well, like you used to be. Jon: Before I got weak and decrepit? Ben: You didn't look so weak and decrepit punching out that wrestler this morning. Any way, he killed a guy once, a porter on a climber they were making was stealing some food. He killed him with a knife. Ain't that something? Jon: Sounds like a real charmer. Ben: Listen Jon, if you've got to tie yourself to anybody on that hill, you make damn sure it's Maier. Jon: And the Frenchman, Montagne? Ben: Oh, he's OK. He's too old to climb the Eiger; he's about your age. Jon: Screw off, will you? Ben: I'd rather be screwing Montagne's wife. Wait 'til you catch her act. She's built like a brick shit-house, a regular man-trap. I feel sorry for the poor bastard who's got to keep his eyes on her.

Personally, I act like J.A. on this site to make you more comfortable, by matching your "maturity level" (and I use the words loosely).

Then I'm sure glad you can't see this:

Sorry, you guys are hard to miss. When I look up to a bluff and see that many climbers in one place, I assume that it is either the Mountaineers or a major accident/rescue. Whenever the former is correct, I avoid the area since the latter also is likely to be correct.

Booze makes your head hurt. Old age makes your body hurt. Rap makes your ears hurt. Yo mama makes my eyes hurt. The Forest Service makes your wallet hurt. Any questions?

This is sensational: Cleavage Culture. Last time I tuned in, we learned the history of beer. Here's to educational television.

Not sure where I'm going to fit into the color classification. After a couple of years at the U, my dad started calling me a pinko. Big Brother is watching! Oh well, after we vote the liberals back in power, the easy access to formally private information should make it easy when Uncle Sam decides to further amend the Constitution and rescind the right to bear arms.

'Cause it's the best Sphinx avatar image around. Does he have copyright laws on it? Will he sue me? No sweat, I'll thank him for the image. BTW, when I find a better image, I'll use that. Dude, relax. I'm just trying to provide something that is obviously missing in your life: style. You might like Dwayner's toothbrush also, but some things should be unique to the individual.

Sphinx, what's with using Dwayner's image? You're a big Xerox pussy (copy cat). Mentioning muts, my neighbor's pit bull just tried to take my hand off yesterday. He was barking at me like I was some kind of stranger, even though I've pet him before many times while he was out on a leash. Yesterday, my neighbor decided that he'd put a stop to the barking and show me what a sweet dog his pit bull is, and so he took me inside the fence, then held his dog's collar while I pet it. Then I stood back and my neighbor let go the collar. That's when this dog went nuts and lunged at my hand. Fortunately, I was alert to the potential. I got my hand out of the way and put my foot into his chest before he knew what hit him. His owner then made an attempt to establish the pecking-order and threw the dog (not small) on his back and wrestled him down. Then he tells me that the dog has attacked two other dogs and a horse. He lures them in playfully, then just snaps psychotically. I'm the first human he's attacked. I hope he puts that dog down, but I know he brings children around it. I fear something terrible will happen. Watch the papers, friends.

Now I see your point. To quote one of my favorite profs, "What you're saying holds water, but what you've got is a very large cup and not a lot of water." He who bolted Edge of Space was party to the DDD retro-bolting party. So, there! Peter, is this what you do at work all day? Gravy train.

I seem to remember one of the two DDD bolters telling me that he had cleaned and retro-bolted Edge of Space, so I'm only reporting information that is both first-hand and from a reliable source. You care to "editorialize" my statements any further?

I guess Pope is getting weird with other people's mothers. His title I guess speaks for itself. The Catholic Church is fighting its image as a sex clinic for men, so Pope adds to the image. So Sad. I take my name from Clement Pope, the goofy spy in The Eiger Sanction.

Yes, I think the guys who "improved" DDD had good intentions and did discuss it with friends. One of them informed me that of all the people they talked to, only two objected to retro-bolting DDD. I objected as did my buddy Tommy. Apparently, they discussed the project with people who were mostly sympathetic. If they had truly opened the project to public discussion (say on a bulletin board or whatever), they probably wouldn't have gone through all of the trouble. What I found to be most objectionable about it was that Catle Rock seemed like a place that was thoroughly climbed out, with numerous high-quality lines that have a sense of history and that are largely free of shiny fixed hardware. The bolting of DDD seemed like an open invitation to climbers to start bolting anything they wanted on Castle Rock (just because it was a little dirty, or just because they couldn't handle the lack of easy gear). There is so much bolt clipping to be done in Leavenworth these days. Maybe we could allow Castle Rock to be spared of these "improvements".

Children in the back seat cause accidents. Accidents in the back seat cause children.

I'll pass the word to your mum (and then I'll send her home).

Thank you, ScottP. Thank you, Lambone. That walk-off is much less trouble than a rappel could ever be. Also, if you make it to Library Ledge on Outer Space, you're probably going to summit. Why make a mess up there? The bolts that folks are mentioning were placed about the time of the DDD retrofit, by the same party (if I remember correctly). The Edge of Space route apparently got some new bolts in the process and is an excellent lead according to the guy who cleaned it up.

The pious Pi Pillar pioneer piloted his piton into the piebald granite pilaster. Now, say that rapidly after chugging pi quarts of pilsner.

Now get out your Beckey guide and find it!

Think of a Harry we all know and love.

Here's another hint: you might ask Harry.

Ides of March? Thought that was Saturday. Here's your big hint: study the date!

OK, here's a post that DOES belong. Name a peak near the Canadian border that would be EXTREMELY appropriate for climbing on this date.

In such cases you can build your less-than-ideal anchor, then fill your pack with rocks. Tie some runners around it in a fool-proof web, then clip it as a back-up to your solo-aid anchor(same effect as having an unanchored, 280-lb college ball player belaying you). Well said, Peter. Here's a little secret, everybody: Peter is actually a reasonable and intelligent guy (now and then we see evidence for this).

I'm advising "b" not to attempt to make any logic out of it.