G-spotter

That looks like the gully on ABP? If so be aware Tamihi Creek Road is completely destroyed at around 3km mark, leading to 15km extra approach.

You can actually see the rockfall scar in the pic Marc linked.

Mid 10 they say. They did it in 28 pitches with one bivy at the base, one on the route and much simuling. CG said it was rather runout. Also that there has been a significant rockfall from near Ice Block bivi, Chris said something like 50 x 60 X 30 feet, leaving a brand new huge roof behind and many damaged/broken/missing bolts & hangars below.

Provide one scrap of evidence that harsh penalties have ever deterred perverts?

perpetuate the circle of violence, or end it?

burn them! burn the witches!

Yes, basically the answer is that your technique sucks and you are putting twists in the rope.

http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=440660 http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=443525 http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=443741 http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=430128 http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=443911 Basically there was a short freeze late Dec to Jan,. then all of late Feb and half of March was glorious concrete alpine with no weak layers to speak of. Also the snowline and snowpack depth in late Feb was more or less around where it normally is in late June so you could drive way up many logging roads that are normally inaccessible all winter. The Squamish Cragging was pretty decent too. Many days of sunny and +15C in the Bluffs.

Chris Geisler and Tony Richardson did the 2nd ascent and FFA last week.

However, if you lost her to a seven foot tall Aryan with a 10 inch dick, you'd feel honoured, right.

homophobe!

You should NOT go to the Darrans expecting a dry summer.

[video:youtube] A spider crawls all over him and he doesn't even notice. Holden: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down... Leon: What one? Holden: What? Leon: What desert? Holden: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical. Leon: But, how come I'd be there? Holden: Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling toward you... Leon: Tortoise? What's that? Holden: [irritated by Leon's interruptions] You know what a turtle is? Leon: Of course! Holden: Same thing. Leon: I've never seen a turtle... But I understand what you mean. Holden: You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon. Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write 'em down for you? Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. Leon: [angry at the suggestion] What do you mean, I'm not helping? Holden: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?

Can you turn the bold off please?!

Video of solo aid climbing makes paint drying exciting.

Chapter xcv - THE CASSOCK Had you stepped on board the Pequod at a certain juncture of this post-mortemizing of the whale; and had you strolled forward nigh the windlass, pretty sure am I that you would have scanned with no small curiosity a very strange, enigmatical object, which you would have seen there, lying along lengthwise in the lee scuppers. Not the wondrous cistern in the whale's huge head; not the prodigy of his unhinged lower jaw; not the miracle of his symmetrical tail; none of these would so surprise you, as half a glimpse of that unaccountable cone, - longer than a Kentuckian is tall, nigh a foot in diameter at the base, and jet-black as Yojo, the ebony idol of Queequeg. And an idol, indeed, it is; or, rather, in old times, its likeness was. Such an idol as that found in the secret groves of Queen Maachah in Judea; and for worshipping which, king Asa, her son, did depose her, and destroyed the idol, and burnt it for an abomination at the brook Kedron, as darkly set forth in the 15th chapter of the first book of Kings. Look at the sailor, called the mincer, who now comes along, and assisted by two allies, heavily backs the grandissimus, as the mariners call it, and with bowed shoulders, staggers off with it as if he were a grenadier carrying a dead comrade from the field. extending it upon the forecastle deck, he now proceeds cylindrically to remove its dark pelt, as an African hunter the pelt of a boa. This done he turns the pelt inside out, like a pantaloon leg; gives it a good stretching, so as almost to double its diameter; and at last hangs it, well spread, in the rigging, to dry. Ere long, it is taken down; when removing some three feet of it, towards the pointed extremity, and then cutting two slits for arm-holes at the other end, he lengthwise slips himself bodily into it. The mincer now stands before you invested in the full canonicals of his calling. Immemorial to all his order, this investiture alone will adequately protect him, while employed in the peculiar functions of his office. That office consists in mincing the horse-pieces of blubber for the pots; an operation which is conducted at a curious wooden horse, planted endwise against the bulwarks, and with a capacious tub beneath it, into which the minced pieces drop, fast as the sheets from a rapt orator's desk. Arrayed in decent black; occupying a conspicuous pulpit; intent on bible leaves; what a candidate for an archbishoprick, what a lad for a Pope were this mincer! Bible leaves! Bible leaves! This is the invariable cry from the mates to the mincer. It enjoins him to be careful, and cut his work into as thin slices as possible, inasmuch as by so doing the business of boiling out the oil is much accelerated, and its quantity considerably increased, besides perhaps improving it in quality.

Where are the safe places where people should live? Please define.

i found the "cetology" chapter a bit tedious Did you flip ahead to the part about the foreskin on the whale?

I don't think he was beaten.... enough

I am pretty sure that there are some unrecovered bodies up there which have been there for decades, not months.

ThinkProgress has been excerpting juicy bits from Speechless: Tales of a White House Survivor, a memoir by former Bush speechwriter Matt Latimer. The most recent concerns the Presidential Medal of Freedom, which, though always political to some degree, was made nakedly so during the Bush years. (Another Bush speechwriter apparently objected to the idea of awarding the medal to the cancer-stricken Ted Kennedy on the grounds that the longtime senator was “a liberal.”) But it wasn’t always politics that animated medal discussions: sometimes, the objections to potential candidates were a little more… medieval. According to Latimer’s book, some people in the White House did not like the idea of giving one to J.K. Rowling “because the Harry Potter books encouraged witchcraft.”

that's the biggest pile of bullshit posted today

a tramp stamp of a hobo spider?

It definitely has a plump camel toe shape. I wonder when the last date he saw his balls was - 1992?