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Frequencies, by Joseph Ortega - near-future SF set in a somewhat orwellian future Seattle. The Count of Monte Christo - for my occasional Thick Classic fix. The Ten Thousand - Historical fiction of Xenophon's march from Persia, but not as good as Pressfield's books. Survivor, by by Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club) - Fun satirical read on religion, media, and cleaning tips. Currently fighting my way through Dave Eggers' "You Shall Know Our Velocity" - Giving him a second chance after 'A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius," which was none of those things.

"puking in dull bags can no longer be accepted, imagine your delight when you discover the receptacle you are about to puke into is of the highest pedigree. . . how much happier you would be handing over the steaming bag to the hostess. . ." ask a selection of designers to illustrate a sickbag in their own style . . give them a month to do it . . see what comes back . . :: a gallery of bags for designers by designers :: http://www.designforchunks.com/

Yeah, and if I pee on a snowbank, that is definitely now my snow.

Christo will be so jealous.

Ia-Ryleh! Cthulhu fhtagn!

I got yer protein bar right here, big boy.

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"He doesn't need facts — he's a leader. Facts just make the world gray and hard to understand." That's classic.

Remember, the only difference between a martyr and a suicide is good p.r.

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I'll have to weigh in with my own CB story - I was climbing with an acquaintence at Smith a few years back - he had just moved into town, and was looking for a marketing job in the outdoor industry. Anyway - we're switching leads for the 2nd pitch of Tammy Bakker's Face when Chris and her husband/partner (RIP) lead up to the ledge. This was soon after they had bought MM, so my partner starts talking shop with them about the industry - long story short, by the time I lowered back to the ledge, he had a job interview set up for the following Monday, and ended up working for them for a couple of years. Politics aside, and I know that he had a few sketch stories about how trips were guided, etc., it was one of those cool moments of serendipity in the sport when something totally random falls in place and people connect -

You'r right. That would be, "whining cheese eating surrender-snaffle"

I'll Munter with the boat hawsers SG is using for TR ropes right now - Bothers the gf as she climbs more than the staff, but they expect sketchy behavior from me.

I noticed that, too. They should have the price rated by the number of days of dumpster-diving required to get enough bottle deposits back to purchase the toy.

Well, its $10 cheaper, and 75 grams lighter - When my Grigri wears out sometime around the next Ice Age, I may look into one - If you are in the market for a camming belay device, it may be a good alternative.

Soap is Aid!

The last time I sprained an ankle I got on a PT regimen of taping to support/tighten up the stretched ligaments, and balance excercizes to strengthen the joint and improve the proprioception to prevent overcompensatio and further injury. I'd suggest getting a referral for PT and going that route.

It was so dry the trees were following the dogs around. ...so dry I saw a catfish at the pump.

...you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on.

Michael Bolton!

...like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. madder than two cats in a sack. not the brightest light on the porch.

Just fill the car with Pomeranians. nasty little fukkers will be all over anyone they don't know like white on rice.