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meh, ya have to be a member of the petite-bourgoise to afford a damned professional sporting ticket anyhow

ain't saying i disagree by the way, just that it's hard to know what i'd be w/ you on

(at some (point) a (man) can (go too deep} into (parenthetical thought)!)

so goddamn cold n' windy today i couldn't hardly pause long enough to sort out what placement betrayed ya, kev - was it a cam that pried two blocks apart or a nut that pulled through? and doood, you know pink - you say my english is unassailable, how about his pics? what does the above technicolor-jeebus gauntlet tell us?

1/21/14 - day 2 - my first solo lap of 2014 and the first maybe for me ever in the month dedicated to that dolorous diety, janus, the god of fortune n' gaudy expectations for the gaunt future - exam week for these ersatz earthlings, they don't seem to deem it of much import - quaint conversations with a curious few in my office hours, some felicitous graduates even stopped on by, delaying me w/o thought as the daylight ticked away and we dispensed w/ the troubled history of the Temple Mount a savage head-wind on the drive in - not warp 9 mind you, but we've definitely made the jump to light-speed - the big bulk of the durango barely making head-way it seemed - the lot w/ two rides of climbers, and good-ole kenny one of them - i froze as i fumbled into my high-tech war-gear and spritned down the trail, croc-shod, just to stay warm - trees down all over the place - folks bailing down young warriors - kenny n' arent just casting off up the corner, all glistening dry n' clambery after last week's sodden adventure climb 50 feet to a stance - thrust fingers against my bare belly to bring back the feeling, then 50 feet more - blasted through the distance w/ dispatch, eschewing uprising n' opting for the longer exit - both peregrines flapping n' screeching n' flyign off as i surprised them at the top by the pin, me deep under 3 layers of hat, head down and figuring what's the worst case scenario should they dive-bomb me? happy, happy day - 1 month of winter dispensed with and more sun for a good long pull still predicted - half the school year done with and we head for the long downhill that bowls us merrily out into summer in the Big Ditch n' anything else mis amigos can propose for diversion

wise sir do not grieve it is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end let he who can achieve glory before death when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark

the whole park is slowly falling apart - did you notice the huge tree that's now half-down n' poised like a sword of damocles just a few feet from the parking lot on the apporach trail?

your piece was on the snag ledge traverse? near the cut tree near the anchor for the 2nd pitch belay? all that rock is loose, pretty much only the tree seems reliable. i know some girl fell round there 2 summers ago and got banged up real bad. good to here maggie's alright is the rock good n' dry now?

elizabeth warren would be cool, though i think she ain't interested how about a promotion for the guy w/ the coolest name in the cabinent right now?

dumb fun indeed - the pic in olson's book of a snow-covered ascent looks most compelling and i'll be back for that someday interesting you thought an axe not worth taking - i don't think we could have gotten up the initially mud-slope above the parking lot w/o one, and it sure was nice on the moss up high too

warren fucking harding (regrets on the ad-pic, it's the only one i can find w/ The Man w/ a glass of wine )

a question which i have no answer for at hand: have the anti-evolutionist arguments themselves evolved over time? at first blush, the "intelligent design" counter-argument would seem to qualify, though i don't know when exactly that nonsense was first made flesh...

indeed, this seems to be the lethality of this particular scandal. most 'mericans could give a shit about an ambassador i figure - no doubt some faggoty-intellectual that got what he had coming for fucking around in a brown-man's land they couldn't find on a map anyhow they'd argue, if they were even predisposed to such behavior, which is a might big assumption indeed. the nuances n' niceties of foreign intrigue pale in comparison to the common experience of a proletariat that routinely bludgeons each other in rush-hour traffic

i didn't think anybody here was saying they had? shit, everytime another part of my body stops functioning properly i have to evolve

who'dathunk ya could learn something on cc.retard? http://tiktaalik.uchicago.edu/

why can't we be both? dog knows i've met some folks, quite a few on this board actualy, who manage to be both simultaneously

don't mess with the panda, you'll get the thumb

What Would Steve Jay Gould Do? WWSJGD?!?;

sheeit, where's oleg's tr?!? never gonna go wrong w/ a high-powered photo-shot w/ nice lights, mountains n' chica

ice/rockfall is an altogether common and largely unpredictable part of pretty much all hood routes - nearly got the number of my mess while soloing the sandy once, a cannon-ball sized chunk that initially i thought had broke my goddamn femur and left a bruise the size of my whole thigh quite the dismal down-hobble n' side-hurt back to illumination and escape....

"garcon means boy"

where exactly IS reverse on a soviet tank?

these fuckers might be able to make a go on (under?) europa

what IS a hero?

far from it, i assure you sir