ivan

i'd be more excited if the likely winner was likely to do a fucking thing w/ his rousing mandate anyone notice who he took on as his new chief of staff a few weeks back? i'm not real sure how the obama-llama is head and shoulders beyond dubya

i'm too lazy to follow links, so if you want me to read a bit of anything, might as well post it here

the middle class has been thoroughly unnecessary since the robotic uprising on the mid 1990s [video:youtube]

tc's the only place i've ever been where NOT taping was NOT an option

3 cups is my downstairs bathroom book - i like to fight the natural inclination to take 10 year shits - in that respect 3 cups is perfect - in 4 months i think i'm on page 40 anytime a man refers to himself in the third person (let alone chapter after chapter) you gotta wander what the fuck is going on

god in heaven, even ben stein thinks taxes should be raised! http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/04/17/sunday/main20054719.shtml?tag=cbsnewsSectionContent.13

french mtns's

i like it when people bring dogs or children to that there location

at 6'6", enough for me to throw in my harness

You sure talk about this kind of stuff a lot Ivan. Just saying wish i could take the credit for that wonderful bit of dark poetry

sounds like somethign a feller would do to another feller in the morning w/o the goddamn human courtesy of providing a reach around

wtf is brown carrot? all the google wants to give me is fucking recipes?

"marginal European graph of herring catches per fortnight ratios" clearly, pat, you were schooled in the english school of debate which puts as prime an emphasis on insult as explanation.

certainly the best TR from the perspective of the video content: http://cascadeclimbers.com/forum/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=986704

nice - genius quote in there: "to be truly the best of tr's, you must first master the fine art of balancing blatant crassness w/ hyperbolic horseshit either that or take some decent fucking pictures shots of chicks doing handstands on the summit is another certain path to sucess"

Did Layton put on a few pounds and bleach his hair? christ, you're fucking dead-on!

i neither throw my hands up nor pick the simplest course of action in a moment - i don't mind and frequently do discuss details ad nasuem, and just point out eventually its time to stfu and DO somethign other than bitch back and forth - my sense of "tax the rich" is a broad one, and really, not divorcing myself from the group to pitch in - fuck, as a public employee, for years now i've acquiesced w/o excessive complaint to no small amount of sacrifice for the Greater Good - end exemptions, increase marginal rates, thresholds, whatever, just bring more cash in and jesus-fuck, quit spending inordinately on dipshit stuff like the maintainence of a global empire

as if the choices are that "simple". of course they're not, but in the end the relentless discussion of detail does miss the simple point: what, in your gut, is just? off for a good long run in the rain - get this thing fixed and get back to me, eh?

good thing you took up aid-climbing BEFORE life went and beat the shit out of you!

economics - if you can't dazzle them w/ brilliance, baffle them with bullshit! how is this rocket science? your choice is dump grandma in the gutter or stickup the asshole w/ the fancy hat and monocle - do you really need a fucking graph to figure that one out?

i'll have the lasagna.

you'll do fine i'm sure, especially on the first 3 - 4 looks like an endless enduro layback - bring a pair of shorts and river shoes for the crossing and look for a good spot about a 1/2 mile downriver where you can get across - river level was somethign like 400 cfs if you want to compare it w/ what you get - i went in up to my taint by my direct appraoch, but pat and stew found longer, shallower ways - might want to wrap yer rope and gear in a trash bag just in case

1 word: maggggggggots! i prefer to think of meself as filled w/ a great white light

it IS nice to see seeds now n' again and remember the old days... Oh yeah. Nothing like busting up a block of seed-filled Mexican brick weed with a pair of pliers and trying to burn it with a blow torch as it smokes and tastes like the tire it came across the border in. Those were the good old days... you forget exhaling through the spoof! nothing like the comingled stink of dryer sheets

i'll grant you that the birth certificate irony is a profoundly amusing one though mostly i'm just not intested in being as big an asshole at the birthers, who are fundementally unfunny....