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quote: Originally posted by Dru: just because a climber is a girl does not automatically make them cool. I totally disagree. As I would if you'd written "just because a [hockey player] is a girl does not automatically make them cool." Puts a swerve onto the sausage-fest, and that's good (and always cool).

quote: Originally posted by Cpt.Caveman: Ra, ra, ree, kick 'em in the knee. Ra, ra, rass, kick 'em in the other knee. Chick climbers rule.

quote: Originally posted by iain: "dirty little dance"?

A top, or bottom? I can't tell.

This "community" of cascadeclimbers exhibits some interesting psychology. Most of it's healthy. But some interactions between people are so "un" they dropped off the scale of cool to somewhere hovering near creepy. The creepy stuff I'm referring to deals with harshing on female posters (or at least posters posing as females. Can't tell if it's a wolf in ewe's clothing. Just be on your toes in some chat rooms is all I'm saying here). Just pointing out the impression of a casual oberver. What does it all mean?

quote: Originally posted by iain: Ariel was HOT dude! Ariel IS hot. And that coy Betty Rubble. Wowza!

quote: Originally posted by Dru: Erik has some herbal medicine that will calm you down and rein in your racing overmotivation. Apparently, "amotivational syndrome" can NOT be attributed to puffing reefer. I'd try to confirm that, but I can't seem to get out of bed today.

quote: Originally posted by Greg W: I apologize . . . for contributing to the spray. quote: Originally posted by Greg W: Gargle butt gravy, bitch. We live in a world of extremes.

quote: Originally posted by JoshK: To second what minx said, the best car you can get for driving snowy roads is an audi w/ quattro, bar-none. What? Audi? "Best"? The consistently high placing of scooby WRXs in international rally car competitions might indicate otherwise.

Some of you guys are like so much rain on thelawgoddess' parade.

go to Vesuvio's for a drink. It's right next to City Lights Books.

The ferrata --iron ladders-- were first implaced in the Dolomites during World War I to facilitate battles between Austria and Italy. They allowed bumbly troops to move quickly over technical ground without huge risk. And, to this day, the ferrata still allow bumblies to access the mountains.

I usually don't go to great lengths to express any Patriotic sentiments for Veteran's Day. But this year, due to events of which I need not mention, I decided to visit the local cemetary to honor those veteran's who served and died doing so. Not surprisingly, the cemetary was fairly bristling with flags and fresh flowers which added color to an otherwise grey, snowy and cold day. As I wandered among the headstones, I was shocked to interrupt an old man urinating on a recently turned grave. Prostates being what they are when you age, the old guy had some difficulty stopping and actually staggered around trying to get his pecker back in his pants. He was wearing a VFW cap, but that didn't stop me from asking him what the hell he thought he was doing (I actually used much fouler language). Well, the old guy started into a long story about his service in World War II. He and his best friend served in the same unit, and had managed to survive the brutal battles in the forests of the Ardenne only by watching each other's back. The guy went on further --getting a little maudlin while doing it, too-- about how they had also supported each other emotionally during the battle, and had remained each other's truest friend all of their lives. He explained that his friend had only died the week before, and he was still devastated by his friend's abrupt departure from this world. I felt very uncomfortable with the level of emotion the guy --a stranger to me-- was freely demonstrating. Clearly he was distraught. But I had to ask him why he was peeing on his buddy's grave. A smile came to the old soldier's face as he recounted how, after the fighting, he and his buddy had leave in France. During their days of post-battle celebration the old man (young then, of course) was given a bottle of brandy by his friend with the request that it be poured over the friend's grave when he died. He had held onto that bottle for all these years. Well, I asked him what that had to do with him peeing. The old man said that he didn't think his friend would mind if he ran the brandy through his kidneys first.

quote: Originally posted by Dru: Restart the chestbeating! Here is a trip report about one climb I nearly talked myself out of but got dragged on by enthusiastic partner then we both got scared and nearly smushed by falling things. "You must be a member and be logged in to view the detailed information in the encyclopedia. If you are already a member Click here to Login. If you are not a member, Click here to mmediately become a Member. Membership is currently free. Membership gives you full access to the encyclopedia. It also allows you to insert articles." That, um, sucks.

Habituate your mutt to other mutts and to people --especially children. Leash train it, and use the leash. Then leave your dog at home when you go climbing. If dogs were meant to go climbing, they'd have opposable thumbs.

Climbing is a pursuit that requires little in the way of sophistication. You want to rock climb? Get a pair of climbing shoes, and start bouldering. You'll meet folks at the rocks to do more with. You want to climb mountains? Go climb the easy walk-ups and scrambles, and you'll meet folks to do more with. Eager and pleasant partners are surprisingling rare. Be those things. Ask people to take your climbing. Spend your money on gas and the minimum equipment. Buy a one-way ticket to J-Tree. Go for it.

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[ 11-11-2002, 02:47 PM: Message edited by: freeclimb9 ]

Too many scars to recount. One of the funnier wounds I've ever gotten was suffered as a carpenter. I landed on my ass during a wall-lift maneuver, and got stuck with a few 16 penny nails. I had to unbuckle my toolbelt and pull to get the back nailbag unfastened from my cheek. Didn't bleed nearly as much as a head wound.

Original thought sucks. Criticism of broad-sweeping conclusions based on narrow subjective experience sucks. Lighthearted humor sucks. Axl Rose sucks. Jenna Jameson sucks --and swallows. Go home. And suck.

quote: Originally posted by Smoker: So what have we learned? Back up our rap anchors and Dont use your climbing rope for a hand line. Except, from the description given by the victim, he might very well have impacted on his back rather than landing on his feet.

Got any "friendly witness allies"? Any at all? Oh, BTW, Axl Rose sucks.

fluffers suck.