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Remarkable, despite your boundlessly entertaining contributions hereto. The mind, it doth boggle. Wow. That "inane" comment about your Churning in the Wake story really hit a nerve, didn't it? A cross thread pounce!

Dwayner said: "And by the way, Cocoa-Breath, I think it would be a real stretch to apply the word "sick" (as I understand it) to a boulder problem, unless you intend the word to mean "get a life". " To which The Name of That Cheesy Rick James-Style Band in "Coming to America" replied: "Dwayner is the comic-book store owner guy! You know the one: The pompous, condescending fellow who thinks the world is inhabited by fools worthy only of his contempt and scorn. I don't know if Dwayner is so entirely unconscious as the cartoon fellow, although he certainly makes a strong effort to convince...." I try to explain how cool this site to people, but nobody really seems to get it...

So, can you save us the suspense and just retranslate the whole thing? It kinda reads like some cheap opera as originally translated.

Is it just me, or is sportclimbing lore pretty inane?

" Lastly, I had the idea to carry them out either in a winter, but in the same movement, like a forwarding towards the Mount Blanc with the eyrie of the Eccles bivouac like base camp." I find that statement pretty amazing... amazingly disjointed and confusing.

Any time I go to Exit 38 I get culture shock.

When I did Liberty Crack, the moves to the belay on top of the 4th pitch were covered with the affect of someones bowel movement. I found that pitch to be particularly sick.

Yeah, that one really got "under my skin".

I thought it might have something to do with severing the spinal cord of small animals.

Dude, relax. I didn't know what an "epithany" was, so I looked it up, then asked.

Mr. Collins, When you refer to the "first pitch", are you talking about the original one off the ground that starts to the right of the regular start for Davis-Holland, Town Crier, and Green Drag-on or the C2 pitch from the ledge atop forementioned start?

Epithany? Anyway, Leavenworth is not alone.

Too Late...

Thorsen Meadows at Blewett Pass has all the criteria you listed.

I think Ed's problem is that he has neither the courage or maturity to admit that that joke is just plain wrong. He therefore tries to hide behind twisted logic and that tired "Internet Police" retort.

So Muffy, just how well do you know "Greg"? He doesn't seem much interested in avoiding the hurt. You, Mr. Ed, have some reality vs fantasy issues. "pedophile joke" Could there be a more perfect oxymoron?

I put my four year old in his full body harness for the first time this last Tuesday. I rigged a toprope to a beam in my basement and hoisted him up. He thought that was pretty cool. I then pulled the stairclimber over and asked him if he could climb up it and touch the beam. He pulled himself up and then mantled onto the console. One knee and then he stood up and tagged the anchor. I don't know who was smiling more, him or me. We're going to Index this spring to climb that big boulder slab at the base of the quarry.

I fully agree with chucK. Nothing funny about it. My vision of the kid was my 4 year old son. I challenge any of you who can't see chucK's point to stand up on a crowded bus and tell that joke for all riders to hear. I doubt any of you have the guts to do it. You're pretty much doing just that when you post such shit on a site like this.

In other words "nany nany...." oh nvermind Yeah, that's kind of the effect I was going for...sort of a reverse snootiness.

Philosophy="Investigation of the nature, causes, or principles of reality, knowledge, or values, based on logical reasoning rather than empirical methods." In other words it's subjective; hence "That's what you say." A rather clever little allegory Dwayner. Perhaps a bit too deep for this crowd, though.

Here's a litle fuel...

This reads like one of those bizarre Stranger personals adds.

Damn! I almost had it and then this popped into my head and fucked it all up.

Erik, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

I see a madhouse tunneling ahead in times future endless rows of grayblanket'd cots & at night the dull red bulbs illuming the green dormitory a vast hollow cavern of quiet'd reptiles & me a bathrob'd figurine being led to the bathroom to pee.