MysticNacho

After a long absence, I return to discover the lack of this popular thread. Whadda hell?!

Make sure someone writes a detailed TR on this one.

I just arrived here in Kathmandu a couple of days ago. Just a couple of random soldiers demanding food on the Nepalese side? Not that I am any expert, but that sounds a little hokey. Maybe defectors or Maoists in chinese uniforms. Doesn't really matter WHO the angry person with a gun is, I suppose. Got to be careful 'round this part of the world! Oh yeah, and you think the traffic in Seattle is bad? There are no rules for traffic here, anything goes! Run for your lives!

Listen, Sammamish dude... global warming is one of those things that is pretty hard to prove one way or another. So what if we're slated for a warmer cycle during these centuries? Maybe we are contributing to this warmth, maybe we are not. Maybe the global warming is just what you are claiming, a temperature cycle of some kind. Maybe we contribute to the warmer temperatures on top of the cycle. Who knows? I can't imagine that all the nasties we pump into the air simply "disappear" and cause no harm at all. Nice article buddy. Phhhhhhhhhh........

Eight does NOT equal "D"!

300 or so.

Anybody have any clues on the best way to accomplish this amazing feat? I don't want to lose any precious feathers.

DFA, you crack me up!

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2dª=128 that little "a" was supposed to be a squared sign, but something went drastically wrong. close enough. [ 09-24-2002, 01:12 PM: Message edited by: MysticNacho ]

Sweet mother of pearl! Talk about getting what you need to know fast! What a great site.

Once a long time ago, there were two explorers romping around the Seattle area. Scratch that, they were fur traders. Yeah, fur traders. Wait, let's make just one fur trader. Anyway, one day he was hobbling around the forest checking his fur traps and came across a snake down by a lake. However, this was no mere ordinary snake, it was Nate, the world's only talking snake! Nate was standing next to a large lever. "What's that thar lever, Nate?" asked the trapper. Nate, in his nerdy snake voice, replied: "This lever causes the systematic destruction of the universe." "Crikey!" said the trapper, "I better stear clear!" "This lever causes the systematic destruction of the universe!" repeated Nate. "Don't touch the lever!" The trapper wondered if this were the only thing he could say. Several days later, Mr. Fur Trapper was wandering about checking his traps again, and accidentally riled up a bunch of hornets! He started running through the woods, with the hornets chasing him full speed! No matter what, he couldn't seem to outrun them, so he headed in the general direction of the lake so he could jump in, ridding himself of the nasty insects. Unfortunately, Nate the talking snake and the lever that he guarded lay right in the path of Mr. Fur Trapper, with no way around. As he drew closer, Mr. Fur Trapper realized it came down to a decision: He could either run over Nate, the world's only talking snake, or the lever. Nate, realizing what was about to occur, cried "Don't touch the lever! The lever causes the systematic destruction of the universe!" Thus, Mr. Fur Trapper plowed right over Nate, jumped into the lake, and escaped the hornets. Unfortunately, Nate, the world's only talking snake, did not survive. The moral of the story: ALWAYS, ALWAYS remember, better Nate than lever.

This thread is funnier than the joke!

Another Dwayner bashing Avatar....

My word, I can't keep up with all of these threads and debates, tom-foolery and ballyhoo! I quit!

I can't even friggin read that thing. What does it say? Wait never mind, I don't care.

2 days? Damn thats an accomplishment.

Too many bolts? Yes indeedy. Too many trails? Now thats stretching it. Better to have a trail so people can stay on it than have them tramping around the underbrush killing everything with their size 18 boots. Trails are one of those things that disappear if people don't use 'em, bolts tend to stick around.

Hey, that joke was already on this site! Bwoop bwoop! Originality police!

I'm struggling for 300 posts! Almost there! Look at me! Hey guys I'm cool look at me! 300 posts! Almost there!

Where is all the usual pub club banter? I would show up and be the youngest person there again, but my car is in the shop. Plus I have to work. Maybe I'll bring a flask to the ol' job and be there in spirit, if only I were old enough to buy alcohol.

I'm so excited. **cough** **cough**

When the baggage people start asking questions, thats when you get angry and make a scene. Pretty soon, you'll have security pinning you on the ground. Next thing you know, you're on national news, and a celebrity! 15 mintutes to fame, baby! Then come the book deals and the spot on "60 Minutes." All about you as a poor innocent climber who got kneed in the groin by the big nasty airport screeners. $$$

Just a thought, but some of those recommendations are ridiculous. If there is a male in the car next to you, go back into the mall and get a security guard? Give me a break! Common sense should always be exercised, but there is a fine line between common sense and living your life in fear. I don't care what your sex is, living your life in fear is pointless unnecessary. To quote another cc.comer who was quoting Big Lou or Jim Whittaker or some famous climber, who was quoting Helen Keller, "Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." Not to say that walking to your car at night is a daring adventure, but day-amn people.

I was the guy who mistakenly decideded to bivy in the talus field on eldorado. Never do that again! The little guys were bold too, inches from our faces knawing on all our stuff. Our first instinct was to KILL THEM ALL, and a hail of rocks and swings from the ice ax ensued. After swinging and cursing for about fifteen minutes, we came to our senses, fired up the stove to keep them away, and hiked down. Never bivy in a talus field. Ever.