Bug

Goose pumps

You two are just sooo cute when you get along.

It is a bitter man who lives far from Walmart.

Black or white or panty lines. Take your pick.

New cure for cancer?

What they sought was to end the inter-colony religious competition and the intra-colony religious persecutions which were all to common between the various colonial religions. And it is completely self-delusional to think that people who are religious have any more capacity for feelings of any sort than atheists. It's exactly this sort of thinking that at its root is the 'them vs. us' I was speaking of upthread and just the sort of thinking Justice Brandeis was warning about. You are certainly free to be religious, I just happen to find it sad to see so many lives rooted in fear. And bug, please do in kind feel free to trot out any argument at all for god(s) that somehow leaves Tooth Fairies out of the mix. I give up. OK I'll play along. You are an idiot. Where do you think those quarters come from?

Is there a WalMart in Katmandu yet?

That you think there is any science or logic which supports the existence of god(s) is just the delusion I was speaking of. Stop. Wait till tomorrow after the alcohol has cleared and you have had your morning coffee. You have started making things up in your confusion.

Go wash your mouth out with soap you potty mouth. I told a story from my youth that totaly supports your contention.

25% of US teenagers have an STD. Thank you God fearing abstentionists. Now we can identify those who are going to hell with a simple blood test.

When your gums turn white it is time to get a biopsy.

I hope its good shit.

That's what we use blanket assessments for - to bundle like assessments together. Take commentary on 'fairy tales' for instance, we group them as a class based on common attributes for the sake of said commentary. That we then fail to weave wider so that religious constructs fit under that same blanket is admittedly a shortcoming, but then I personally just happen to find all claims of there being more proof for god(s) than Tooth Fairies pretty damn delusional and fear-driven. Fairy tales have more substance than your posts in this thread. Not that your point could not be defended with science or logic. It's just that it isn't

Dec 26, 1973. Eric, Kevin and I set out on a 3 day snowshoe trip into the upper Rattlesnake which is now a wilderness. On the first day we marched 7 miles and 3500 vertical ft up to Stewart Pk. We were planning on descending to "Snowshoe Inn", an old line cabin for trail 52 which was used to run the old phone lines. As soon as we made the summit, clouds rolled in it started snowing hard. There wasn't much wind but the snowflakes were the size of Hummers. We were getting wet fast. In those days none of our gear cost as much as $20. Wool and rubberized rain gear was what we had. You could let the wool soak up the snow or soak up the sweat. Either way, it was heavy. Our tent was bought at Tempo's, an old chain that resembled K Mart. It cost $6.50. No sales tax. My sleeping bag was a down mummy bag dad got in the marines. It was a really good bag for the day. Kevin and Eric each had some kind of square Coleman type bag that weighed 4 or 5 pounds dry. Anyway, we were on our way down off the ridge toward Snowshoe Inn in a dense fog that was dropping Hummers when we encountered a big cliff. We knew we had a long ways to go yet so we picked our way down through gulleys and down logs until we hit a ledge we could not find a way down off of. We could not even see the bottom because of the fog. So we made camp. We were able to pack the tent platform down and cut a bunch of pine bows to pile on top of the snow. None of us had pads. We pitched the tent on top of the pine bows. Next we needed a fire. Wood was easy to find and we had a big blazing bon fire in no time. The snow was about six feet deep so we had to keep digging our area out as the fire sank. We ate dinner and broke out the whiskey. It was well past dark when we were out of whiskey and ready for bed. We all climbed into our little $6.50 tent and snuggled in. It was almost like a Tvash/Ivan thing except there were three of us and we hadn't discovered pot or existential depravity yet. There is no climax to this story. No real point either. Unless you count the fact that we woke up dry and warm on a clear cold morning deep in the mountains of Montana after a night in a $6.50 tent. Epilouge; The cliff below us was not that high. We were able to find a spot that was about 15 ft and I jumped off without my pack. I sunk in up to my crotch and found the landing quite comfortable. Kevin and Eric threw the packs down and then jumped too. We found Snowshoe Inn a couple hours later. It was a doorless, stoveless shell in the middle of a huge area that had long since been stripped bare of anything resembling firewood. We felt thankful that we had not made it there the night before. On the rest of the trip we encountered grizzly bears, a Sasquatch and several oversized wolves, all of which we were forced to kill with Yankee inginuity and pointy sticks. Other than that it was a fairly uneventful trip.

For multi-day trips in the cascades I have the lightest gortex I can find. Many of my trips would have ended without it due to heavy rain that subsided or bushwhacking through soaked brush for miles. The water you would end up carrying in your soaked clothes is heavier than light weight gortex.

[video:youtube] That's really fakey. Rocks don't bounce.

And for christ's sake do something about those panty lines.

...for the rest of you. Many of us don't read FW's and your threads anymore. They are all the same. It's like watching the seventeenth season of "As the world Churns". Seek help. Or insert a photo here and there.

Empty is as empty does. And better empty than filled with childish fairy tales. Your miunderstanding of the mythology is as profound as the Christian right's. So while we truely should remain wary of those who would force their religious beliefs on others, your misinformed blanket assessment of the entire genre is just as worthy of said wariness.

What do you call a climber without a girlfriend? Homeless.

You won't have t worry bout skeeters. Its got a net sewed right in.

Eternal damnation? That would be you two in spray for eternity.

Thank you for that clear window into your empty mind. Are you sure you're not a right wing christian fanatic?

I bought a really cool BD tent and paid out the ass for it. Now I get laid all the time. Can somebody teach me how to set it up?

I'm referring to the old wooden handled hammer with the small alpine pick. It's what I use a lot. The pick is a little short for arresting but not any shorter than a Fritzie thing.