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scotty is by far the best part of the new movie - in fact the whole thing seemed to be pretty much written by cheech n' chong - or did that have somethign to do with the fact that i made the 420 matinee (which, by the way, at 7 fucking squaw-bucks, hardly seems deserving of the title)? i hope they don't do anymore - this one was good b/c it satirized all the old shit, but it would just be ghey another go round anybody else notice the first guy to die was wearing a red jumpsuit kirk sounding a green chick, classic it would take a black chick to find something in sylar-meets-rain-man boy i like that commodore pike ends up the story in a wheelchair - and that they water-boarded his ass, perhaps the only nod to the old shows' political saviness? is it me, or did they have some fucking muppets in this movie? i don't know what the fuck i need a heisenberg compensator for - clearly my life would be much, much cooler if i just had a holo-deck, an unlimited supply of dilithium crystals, and perhaps a (remodulatable) tacheon beam

i remember my big brother getting hit in the face w/ a fastball when i was 6 - grossiest thing i'd seen in my life at the time - the area around his eye was the size of a damn grapefruit! god i loved baseball

Hillary is rolling in his grave, I'm sure. i thought they left him frozen in it?

my whole life would be far less fucked up if i could just get my hands on a heisenberg compensator

i'm sorry, but all your answers must be in the form of a question

no doubt - i hear this is even more the case when, as a result of them having their gun out, you put a large hole in them w/ yours actually, come to think of it, i remember my guy just fine - the haggard 50 year old man beard stubble, the red flannel shirt w/ the orange vest, the wad of chew, the look of a dog shown a card trick when i tried my little joke to defuse the situation - the moral of the story: just because the park map shows your 15 mile trail to be a circuit-hike doesn't mean it doesn't just randomly cross private property for a quarter mile at the height of hunting season!

doppleganger's dilemma cocksmoker's delight tempest in a teapot the perfect crime paradise lost ?

kev, would you want bolts chopped even if the new bolts were gonna go into the exact same spot?

clearly the battery runs on the power of mao zedong thought!

i was just wondering, how in the hell has raindawg not weighed in on this?

why are the shields EVER down?

with all these infernal jesus-haters around?!?

Irrelevant certainly relevant - if they in fact went exactly where martins dad wanted them, are of the exact same type/quality, and were placed properly, then theoritically there's no real harm done (unless he just really wanted the joy of drilling them himself) not defending it, mind you, and the offender should certainly have a cat-scan in order to understand his particuliar species of mania, just saying it's not like he raped a kitten or crapped on the statue of liberty's sandals

well, cleaner gets the naming rights more than anything, so something along the lines of "________'s a cumgargling cock-smoker" oughtha make the whole affair more enjoyable than otherwise? is the cleaner displeased w/ the spacing/placing of bolts?

they said it couldn't be done!

the crux at the moment will be locating said holes! they were not at all obvious, even after scrubbing

definitely, you'd go bouncing off the scoop (a very strange feature, made so much more fascinating by the miniscule crack that runs through, tapering into the tiniest of rurp-fractures where it resumes the vertical) and swinging out into overhanging space!

"doppleganger's dilema" would be an excellent name for this then

Not to get back on topic or anything, but that bad rurp held and that is what I started the notorious pitch #3 bat hook ladder from. It was an Olson-made custom rurp and it was the perfect one time placement. You may have to replace it with a new hole and make it 8 in a row. The 9th piece is a really bad blade and you may have to hole it too which would make 13 continuous bat hook placements. You have my permission to put a life-saver bolt half-way up the pitch. I left the route in bad shape, thinking that no person would dare it in the future. This was the era where I disliked gym climbing the most. Sportos seemed so snooty. We did the route in 3 stages. Gymsters found they could not free climb "Go back to the Gym' (pitch #1) I dont remember why I named it that. We were bummed when the 2nd pitch blanked out . We named it "Stay in the gym" for some reason. After acquiring a second bat hook We finished the trilogy off with Pitch#3 "Die in the Gym". It scared the crap out of me. Over time I lost my cynicism towards indoor climbing, though every now and then.... Oh yea I took a 20 foot fall on the hook pitch too . It was on hook # 2 or 3? The hook below me stopped me from taking a 50+ footer!!!!!!!!!! Hows that for a story? excellent - just what i was looking for - i really didn't relish the idea of falling all that way and bouncing off the goddamn scoop - and this would explain the bizarre hole i saw too, somewhere in the scoop i think, that was right over the top of the thin crack? i was confused when i saw it, but had forgotten about it before writing the tr - the crack takes a blade or a beak i recall, but sure as hell, a nice bat hooked size hole right there! i didn't see any above the hanging belay anchor though, despite scrubbing as high up as i could reach - pity, for that i woulda definitely taken a stab at - reckon i have a reason to return now to get back on the subject of bird-bitching though, i enjoyed smoking a calm cigarette while seann cleaned the traverse - at the top of a very tall tree, at my height, just 50 feet away a nesting pair of red tail hawks kept squawking, flapping and coming back and forth to their chick, totally oblivious to our existence - why can't peregrines be a chill as these fuckers, eh?

Cool, i know a few people who claim to care, but not enough to actually step up or do what might be required to actually have a shot a lifting the closure. In general, a decade of clueless fuckups and infantile posturing and attitudes relative to managing the place has left me not really caring much what those folks think... so no offense taken. P.S. oh, and nothing I've done out there has ever been random... what's the earliest the closure has been lifted, since you been "back around"beacon? just curious..... you boyz are only allowed to bitch about beacon if, in doing so, you get my tr above 1500 views and thus earn me a cool flamey icon, dig, goddamitt?!?

i might have to get a real hammer first driving pins (and then trying to clean them) w/ a ball pien hammer, a too short leash, and a thrashed mammut sling for a funkness, on top of soloing w/ all the anchor worries, really brings out The Fear in me! looking forward to getting down to the jungle, but first i wanna climb the upper pitches on the left side of the bat wall - no shit, that pitch that currently is chocked w/ the mega-blackberry looks like it'll be awesome once the horrorshow is chopped out.

climbing the bell in may iz kool

yeah, but t'pol's way more bitchy - would make it seem far more of an accomplishment to bag her!

that's an awfully nice dress you have there mrs. clever dude, i so would have taken mrs cleaver if i'd had the chance! and mary poppins too, i've...er...come...to discover

broughtons seems to have far fewer fixed pins than beacon, i can only think of a couple that i've seen out there, and they've all been burly - that said, the force the superstition pin pulled under, upon examining it this weekend, does appear to be the kind typical in a big fall, so joe's point to not trust'em is valid