freeclimb9

I'll be there one, or two, days; Friday and Saturday.

Does this list have anything to do with the tongue-in-cheek "malenaise" comments? I interpreted that thread as so much middle-school-esque, hormone-driven babble. But I did learn how nibbling on parsley while winking madly might be interpreted at a meat-market bar. Sorry that feelings were hurt.

Yea, the chuffer has been "climbing" since 1967, but don't know shee-ite 'bout much of bolting science. The tard shoulda mentioned using 5-part bolts so they can be easily removed later when somebody with sense decides his testpiece is protected with tard gear.

You actually have to own, not rent. And the Chocolate Martini goes by many names. But is not available in any bar that serves beer by the can. Too bad, that. Bar hags with removable dentures can be a lot of fun.

This'll get you laid: Ice 2 fluid ounces Godiva chocolate liqueur 1 1/2 fluid ounces vodka 1/2 ounce grated chocolate Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add the chocolate liqueur and vodka to the shaker. Shake briskly to mix and chill. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with the chocolate.

Course record for the WS100 is 15:40:41 ('97) Mike Morton. If you didn't have the right time for a well-covered race, you might not have the right time for a non-race circuit.

Seems like a lot of you folks are confusing bark with bite.

The problem is in defining a shotgun. Smooth bore isn't an accurate description anymore. Anyway, you can own a shotgun with a barrel shorter than 18" if you've got special ATF permission. I think it takes a hefty donation to your favorite Senator to get it.

nifty tool:

momentum=mass(velocity)

When I die, I'd like to go like my grandfather did: Quietly in his sleep. Not screaming like his passengers.

"real versus fake" take a test

White Nightmare is there. Don't know about the other drainages nearby.

rr666, there are a bunch of fun loads available for a 12 gauge. Tear gas, bean bags, flares, bird bombs, fleshettes, slugs, dragon's breath. I'd say to spend money on ammo rather that get a handgun --unless, of course, you can carry one concealed. What are the laws in WA?

Let's sort out cause from effect: bullets kill people.

BTW, I couldn't say whether Hay-soos would drive an SUV, or not. But, knowing the dude's feelings about usury, he'd like the 0% financing available for the behemoth machines.

Trask, why politicize such a scenario? Why not work on something more divisive with an even more absurd application of politicalization? How about abortion rights, gun control, and the funding of the EPA?

So, this nitrogen molecule says to this oxygen molecule, "hey, I just lost an electron." The oxygen asks "Are you sure". The nitrogen replies "Yea, I'm positive".

JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, . . .

clipped fron salon.com: Idiocy of the week Sheryl Crow, brain-dead peacenik in sequins. - - - - - - - - - - - - By Andrew Sullivan Jan. 15, 2003 | Doesn't it sometimes get a tad bit embarrassing being on the left these days? I'm not talking about legitimate left-liberal beliefs -- that income inequality is wrong, that corporations are evil, that governments are better judges than individuals about what's good for the world, etc. I'm talking about the way in which otherwise legitimate left-wing causes tend to get embraced by, well, the intellectually challenged. I mean actors and celebrities and pop stars and others not exactly known for being the brightest bulbs on the Christmas tree -- almost all of whom seem to drift into the camp of the knee-jerk left. I mean people like Barbra Streisand, who doesn't know the difference between Iraq and Iran, and who at this point must have done more to discredit Hollywood liberals than an entire bookshelf of National Reviews. I mean Sean Penn, another man who just helped Bush win more support for war. I mean, well, Sheryl Crow. Yes, I know this is the proverbial cold-blooded vertebrate in a round wooden tub. But what are you gonna do? Ms. Crow showed up at the latest public relations exercise for the music industry, the American Music Awards, dressed in a sequined T-shirt with the message "War Is Not The Answer" blazoned across it. One word: Sequins? Here is a fabulously wealthy, famously cute singer, telling the impoverished men, women and children tortured, gassed and abused by one of the most disgusting dictators of all time that any attempt to rescue or liberate them is "not the answer." And she expresses this message in sequins. She couldn't afford diamonds? One is also required to ask: If war is "not the answer," what exactly is the question? I wonder if, in her long interludes of geopolitical analysis, Ms. Crow even asks herself that. Perhaps if she did -- let's say the question is about the threat of weapons of mass destruction in the hands of terrorists -- we might have an inkling about what her "answer" might actually be. Mercifully, Ms. Crow provides us with what she believes is an argument. Are you sitting down? Here it comes: "I think war is based in greed and there are huge karmic retributions that will follow. I think war is never the answer to solving any problems. The best way to solve problems is to not have enemies." Let's take this bit by bit. "War is based in greed." Some wars, surely. The pirate wars of the 17th century. Saddam's incursion into Kuwait. Early British forays in the Far East and India. But all wars? The United States' intervention in the Second World War? The Wars of Religion in the 17th century? Many wars are fueled by nationalism, or by ideology, or by expansionism. And many wars have seen their protagonists not enriched but impoverished. Take Britain's entry into the war against Nazi Germany. It would have been far more lucrative for the Brits to have made a deal with Hitler, to preserve their wealth and empire. Instead, they waged war, lost their entire imperial project and ransacked their own domestic wealth. Where would that fit into Ms. Crow's worldview? And then there's the concept of a just war -- wars that have to be fought to defeat a greater evil. Wars of self-defense. Wars of prevention. Wars against tyrants. Ms. Crow's remarks seem to acknowledge no such distinction. Does she believe that removing Hitler from power solved nothing? That preventing further genocide in the Balkans solved nothing? That ending 50 years of Soviet tyranny meant nothing? Apparently so. There's only one word for this kind of argument: Asinine. Then we have this wonderful insight: "The best way to solve problems is to not have enemies." Wow. Like, wow. Like, war. It's bad. Bad karma. But, ahem, what if you have no choice in the matter? What if an enemy decides, out of hatred or fanaticism or ideology, simply to attack you? I'm not sure where Ms. Crow was on Sept. 11, 2001. But the enemy made its point palpably clear. Does wishing that these crazed religious nuts were not our enemies solve any problems? I'm taking her too seriously, of course. I should ignore her. But the "antiwar" movement (I put it in quotation marks because any kind of appeasement this time will only make a bloodier future war inevitable) is happy to use celebrities for its own purposes. And so their presence in the debate has to be acknowledged, if only to be decried. So let's decry this moronic celebrity convergence. The weak arguments of the appease-Saddam left just got a little weaker. And the karmic retributions are gonna be harsh, man. Way harsh.

trask, do you need a hug today?

nice cut-and-paste job Here's one about some dumbasses: LONDON (Reuters) - A British radio station pleaded guilty Friday to injuring four listeners who suffered severe frostbite after sitting on dry ice for a competition. After the "Coolest Seats In Town" challenge by BRMB radio in Birmingham, the participants -- aged between 15 and 30 -- had to be hospitalized and suffered scarring. "We pleaded guilty and have been fined 15,000 pounds ($25,000)," a spokesman for BRMB told Reuters. The Health and Safety Executive, the safety watchdog which brought the prosecution, said the temperature of the dry ice -- frozen carbon dioxide -- was minus 108.40 degrees Fahrenheit. The prize for the contest held in August 2001 was tickets to a music festival called "Party in the Park." The radio station said it was sorry about what had happened. "We deeply regret the consequences," said Paul Davies, operations director for the Capital Radio Group. "It was never our intention to place anyone in jeopardy and we sincerely apologies to the participants and their families for their injuries and distress."

Are you saying, like, Jesus got his groove on? Whoa! I should have gone to Sunday school.

Whatever. Your homeboy was lost for 40 years. He'd need a perpetual toprope to find his way. Couldn't climb out of a wet paper sack.

No way, dood. Jesus was hip to what was happening. Worldwide. He even visited the Americas after he got resurrected, if Joseph Smith was right. And, since many New World cultures worshipped mountains and made early ascents, I'm thinking he'd be down with climbing. Brits decidedly did not invent climbing. And the Frogs were still fucking on the compost heap while priests led ascents in South America.