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Was going to Msla but the roads are icy and my daughter has a B-Ball tourney. Will look for ice around Soqualmie. Anyone know of a place that needs volunteers for Thanksgiving? I peel potatoes, bake turkeys, and serve gruel. Preferably on the East side.

Who can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. -Willie

Let me just say that George Bush IS a war criminal even if everything else here IS bullshit.

It's the drugs. They're wearing off.

Stop whinning.

Some have been attracted to even less.......

I've been thinking. I don't want to meet any of you. You can't stay on topic. You must all be on drugs.

Just so you know, you don't need any love potions to catch a man here.

Hey Arch, why the buring star?

Nope. These folks were Microsoft with $ to burn. I get that you are just venting and your luck is a bummer. But as a note to all, definately pay attention to who you are buying from. If they can't tell you what it is used for, give em shit.

My personal favorite was Damascus. They freely use the traffic circle and horn. Combine that with bicycles, donkeys and the occasional camel and you have a driving extravaganza.

24%. The squirrels were busy this fall.

Duct Tape isn't just for guys anymore.

Aye laddybuck, an e still on't make a long distance call on it.

Nope. I'm 1/4 Scottish.

I went to a garage sale yesterday and picked up a pair of Koflach Degre's for $1. I also got a Grivel ice ax for $1. Neither one of them has any sign that they were ever used. Now that's a Christmas special for my daughter.

On a similar note, that being random nueral firings, that first friend who moved in was a ferry worker. When he and I moved out of the apt on LQA we went our separate ways. We bumped into each other a couple times but fell out of touch for a few years. The second time I got married, my wife and I were taking the ferry to Orcas for our honeymoon and there was my friend on deck. He arranged for us to go up to the bridge and introduced us to the captain. After awhile, the captain asked me if I wanted to man the helm. So in the middle of the night on the way to my honeymoon suite I was steering the ferry and reliving UFO stories with an old friend and the captain. My wife was just very releived to be out of the public area as there was another bride on board wearing the same wedding dress.

I lived on lower QueerAnne for a couple years and frequented the Belltown scene when it was "Really" cool. I met an old friend there one night and he ended up moving into my spare room. Then he met an old childhood friend down there who was homeless so he moved into the front hall. From there it was a slippery slide into the Seattle netherworld of exotic dancers, pimps, and the occaisional yuppie divorcee (no. I wasn't married yet in those days). Well as it turned out, this homeless guy was one helluva poet and wrote his poetry on my walls. It was a masterpiece. Seriously. We talked him into publishing which he tried to do but never quite made it. But in the process he got back into a job, a life, and seeing his son. Oh, he heard voices too. And saw UFO's over Seattle all the time. On a road trip in the Sanora desert he had a phsycic tell him that he was the captain of a space ship and they would come back for him as soon as they could. But to get back to the point, I was walking toward the Croc one night and there he was in a white plastic jump suit getting a bj on the sidewalk. As I walked by he said "hi" and tried to point out a UFO over the space needle. I never saw him again. I heard he was in Pheonix working in a book store.

I miss Belltown.

Hey fern. Sorry if I seem serious. My frigin back is strained and I can't climb so I wanted to bite something. I unfairly chose your post.

Uh, was she lactating? Have we met? Sometimes, in an effort to stoke a party, I get loud. If no one else gets in the spirit, that is at least as much their fault as mine. Although, granted, I am older and weirder than most. Well except Ivan. I think he is weirder but he also tries harder. Maybe its just who you know or are willing to know. Layton seemed like a great partier and seemed to be having some fun at rope-up. Then he turned around and posted we were not as friendly as OR. I don't mean to rag on him, it is just that he posted and therefor is an obvious example. I tried to talk to him with some success and he seems like an interesting guy with a great sense of humor. I also tried to talk to several other people who were only marginally interested in acknowledging my existence. I could focus on those experiences or focus on the people who did endure my boorish company and exchange some stories and what-not. And I really do not "know" anybody from CC.com well. Rope-up and a few pubclubs and scattered climbing trips with many different people is my experience. In general, they are all great people. Seattle is huge and the options for climbing are a little more spread out than the Portland/Bend area. This is especially true of the realative rockclimbing options. My impression was that there were a lot of people there who knew very few other people. There really wasn't a central click or unwillingness to party as much as just plain selfconcious conservativism. So don't take this as a "rag". Just get out there and party. Smile first. Smile back. Smile often.

Go home. There is no skiing here. OK, OK. Snow is popping up all over. Still not enough to get excited about but you mentioned the obvious places. Rainier from Paradise to Muir is the only one you missed. Watch out for crevasses on Baker & Rainier. Stay off the glaciers for the most part. Crevasses are barely covered right now. Snow here is not like the rockies. Deep slush. Avy danger is much more common due to rapidly changing temps and wet conditions. Still can find powder but you have to jump on it while it is here. It can turn to mush in 12 hrs. All in all, I prefer the rockies but we do get more snow here. Just pay attention to conditions. Keep the avy report in your favs and keep a running record in your mind. We see old wet layers become slide surfaces weeks later.

On the UM Campus we had lots of turn of the century 3 story brick buildings. They all had a trim thing on the corners where the brick stuck out a little making for a perfect 5.7 boulder problem. There was a route across campus up one side, traverse the window sills, down the other, on to the next building. As Mikey was pulling across on the third floor, an arm suddenly lurched out and grabbed his arm. There was a huge janitor staring him in the face. He told Mikey the same thing, "Things aren't so bad." Mikey said, "I'm just buildering." and the Janitor threatened to throw him off. Make up your mind dude.

Are they? We want proof.

Cool. Thanks for keeping us updated.