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anything worth having on christmas day, ya know, oughta, ya know?

I thought your boy Pat had that covered fer ya? 8D indeed he does - never seen that man w/o a big old steaming cup of coffee - gonna need a few of those soon

a big, black...

if i've proven anything in my life, it's that i can cheat

do you really have to have tricams for the sundog? didn't see any wierd routes like that on my one trip out there.

i recall red rock grades are pretty soft - still, i ain't a 5.10 climber - the supertaco says its a real short 5.10 crux though, but you can't cheat through it and you can't rap from there either - makes me a wee bit nervous

already done cc and frogland and both were in the shade most of the day as i recall - isn't epinephrine north facing too?

i feel it in my fingers...fingers! i feel in in my toes...toes!

universal healthcare was the cornerstone of his domestic agenda, not the specific piece of legislation that has come to be called obamacare that was the product of the divided government system our Supremely Brilliant Founders cooked up and that so frequently fails to please any of the parties participating in it

pat n' me are going apeshit w/ the relentless dark 'round here and are heading south for the last week of the year - i've only been to zion n' red rocks in spring n' wonder what you super-brains think about good winter routes? in zion i've already done spaceshot n' touchstone, which i might redo as i recall they get a fair bit of sun - what else is there that's relatively warm? red rocks i've done the solar slab n' olive oil n' cat the hat n' geronimo, all south facing i think - what else is good? note to self: buy real beer before entering u-tard!

the willis wall! extra points for skiing back down it

top 10 presidential lies of the past 100 years - go! what i got off the top of my head: "read my lips, no new taxes" "i am not a crook" "i did not have sex with that woman" "we will be greeted as liberators" gotta be more gold to mine there...

his oration every bit the equal of august cicero, i was so humbled i had no recourse but to renouce whiskey n' women n' join my local chapter of the young republicans

tent-pegs hammered into mud are legit, no?

i try to bolt only well-established trad routes....

if i had a dollar for everytime i heard that larry feller say he don't climb no more yet ran into him climbing anyhow...

naw, we should just write the introduction for the bum who should write the true introduction - but only after all of us have drunk a case of beast ice light a piece that night showed my true colors - sure, i usually act the died-in-the-wool libtard pussy, but when push comes to confronting meth-heads, i show up to the party armed to the teeth w/ steak knives n' at least moderately sober

if there's not a picture of glass shards n' tweakers in the parking lot, i, for one, will be unimpressed

not alpine, but close and very fun: beacon rock's south east corner - 5 pitches of easy 5th i soloed vesper a few years ago and enjoyed it and it wasn't too harebrained, w/ the exception perhaps of the first few feet off the ground forbidden of course would be good, dragontail's serpentine arete too, north ridge of stuart if you're confident

it's all fun n' games until the sex-toys become self-aware

may's often spectacular for any of the many cascade volcanoes, should you be into that sorta thing...

which should i fear more, a human w/ malicious intent or a machine that's figured that out on it's own?

my favorite moment of the year - celebrating a successful get-up'n'get-off of the lost arrow in venutian temperatures in the ethereal upper yosemite falls

12/14 - day 59 n' can i possibly squeeze one last visit before the year fuckers off? too slimy for climbing rocks today, so i suited up the chilluns n' put the dogdamned god in the car too n' headed on out in the early afternoon - side visit to fallen-leaf park in camas along the way for chucking rocks across frozen lake vistas - franzia lake too for swan oogling - swaggered up the trail w/ the kids in tow n' had a picnic up on the summit, then back down for hot-cider n' a quick transit back to st clouds, via the skamania mart for cervazas - wandered along the riverside amongst the mud n' ice n' spent shotgun shells, chucking branches into the river for the dog to fish out, then wobbled on back home for ravioli n' rare-hot red sauce n' bunches of burgundy