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From my views, it looked pretty steep. What kind of ratings did you figure for the climbing you did?

The answer is "bilirubin, a pigment that arises from the breakdown of red blood cells in the liver and bone marrow."...

From "A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English", "poop" comes from the Middle English word poupen or popen, and it originally meant "fart." The word was based on the sound of a fart.

That sounds like me.

On Saturday I bouldered around the base of the Cheeks and the Earwax walls. Found a hidden face below the left Cheek that needs a good scrubbing. If you are standing below the western start to the Perverse Traverse (where it comes out of the cave) and are looking away from the wall, you will see a gunsight shaped rock with a large conifer growing out of the opening. The other side of this is the top of the mentioned face. Steep and featured.

That would be like asking somebody from the Battle Star Galactica generation to appreciate the subtleties of 2001: A Space Odyssey

Some scientists believe that enough fresh water melting off polar ice caps and the glaciers of Greenland could shut down the Gulf Stream and trigger just that in northern Europe and the eastern N America. An understandable explanation...

In the early 90's, I skiied the Easton as a n00b in April. Besides a long slide after a fall one turn below the summit plateau, it was a pretty casual weekend. (I was skiing on old school cables and straight cut skis.) We skiied from the top of the railroad grade(?) to the crater rim and then to the summit plateau. It seemed most of the crevasses were to the west of us on this line.

"The youngest caldera, (within the greater Yellowstone caldera) is 0.65 million years old." yup Bug, you're sounding almost geothistic. That geothism spins quite the little yarn there. BTW, It's predicted that certain insects will survive armagideon time.

I ended up doing a Remorse finish to Outer Space at the end of a 3-in-a-day a few years back because of a major traffic jam at the base of pitch 5. Angling up and right from the bottom of the Shield, fairly easy climbing got us to a ledge where we saw a couple of bolts heading up and back left. The moves were thin and dirty, as were the bolts. The pitch ended at the start of 4th class terrain that traversed up and over to the top of Outer Space. Adventure climbing at it's finest. The name is apropriate.

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Nobody walks in LA.

Your friend is correct. The azimuth notation is the direction from which the wind is coming. Wind direction of 0 degrees is wind coming from the north. 90 degrees is coming from the east. 180 from the south. 270 from the west.

I'm no expert, but I am in the same age range. I have found that the increased vascular dilation from riding a bike or running for 10-15 minutes beforehand makes a difference for me.

How much of a fucktard are you?

Biggest turnout ever at the one I attended. 3 for Kerry, 1 each for Dean and Edwards from my precinct.

No, I had a partner, but he kind of disappeared on me while I was head down in the muck.

While diving a PBM-4 wreck in the south end of Lake Washington at about 75 feet, I stuck most of my body into the forward hatch that accesses the nose turret and the passage through the forward bulkhead to the galley. (The plane was lying on it's back so orientation was screwy.) I moved down into the nose turret to see if I could feel the 30 caliber gun that was supposed to be there. The silt immediately put the visibility at pitch black. After mucking aroung for a bit, I decided the gun wasn't there and started to back out. My 1st stage (behind my head) hung up on something, so I moved forward and tried again. Still stuck, I kept at it, each time moving slightly to one side or the other trying to bypass what was hanging me up. I couldn't see my gauges because I didn't have a light to charge up the phosphoresence, so I had no idea how much air I had. When the breaths started taking effort, I knew I was going to have to ditch my tank and try an emergency ascent without it. Fighting panic, I hit the shoulder buckle, then the waist buckle and shrugged out of the staps. Backing out with the regulator still in my mouth, I took one more long, labored pull and took the 2nd stage out of my mouth. As I backed out into the light, I gave one last tug on my regulator hose and damn if the system didn't come free. I put the 2nd stage back in my mouth, tucked the tank under my arm and headed for the surface. I don't do wreck penetrations anymore. PBM flying boat

From what angle are you looking? On an unrelated note, what is between the electron shell and the nucleus of of an atom?

Take the test to learn your fate I have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. I have betrayed reason at the behest of my appetite for pleasure, and so here I am doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in my fate.