ivan

wooooord.

certainly not on a large # of the doorknob-humping-retard-enterprises i've gotten involved in out there lately

i've never been a fan of the boys over at information retrieval

nature is a deaf-mute whore and doesn't name or know a damn thing

Mismanaged Misanthropy

if a tree falls in the woods, can i have that wood?

legalize pot?

no, i believe all words are equally worthless

hey look, a semantic argument!

Sucks for you, having to work all of 183 days a year. yeah, but they're all during the winter! Last time I checked a calendar xmas break was in the winter. true - but w/ winter not officially starting till the 21st and a testicle-removal guaranteed for violating the sanctity of the xmas and new years holidays, i've yet to be able to nail a decent winter summit like jo'burg on that break (whaaaa for me )

do you think it would've been any different w/ mccain?

this qualifies as "huge whipper"

it's a good'un, sure, but not as good imho, as: why don't you pour yourself a tall frosty glass of shut-the-fuck up?

why don't you go outside and play a game of hide n' go fuck yourself?

no woman is capable of using a sonorous voice w/ you, good sir

how can you not like tori amos you vile bottomfeeder? she's right up your angst-filled black-hearted little alley - a veritable singing shelob - her version of "smells like teen spirit" put cobain to shame! looking forward to seeing how your metallurgic prowess puts form to function, padre perhaps we can even drag you do to cali w/ us? mike was vexed w/ me as i wouldn't let him take the cheat stick after i did the route first w/o it

discovered the beauty of the grigri y-day too (just bought my first one, but in retrospect i'm cursing meself from not just swiping one from my gym, which has 5 that never are in use) - you can read a book while belaying! fun enough when you're on the passive end, but there was something unnerving about looking down at the top of the roof, nerves ajangle, to see my belayer totally oblvious, nose in a novel i recall pulling a trick i learned from layton - pulled out my smokes, mid-pitch, had a puff and took in the scenery would like to see those pix mark - i did indeed notice the many instances of crack-bolting on the bat wall - would be ballsy indeed skipping all the bolts though!

Trip: B-tons - Unnamed Aid Route(C1+)/Snap-Crackle-Pop!(A2) Date: 2/21/2009 Trip Report: no pix, but here's your complimentary soundtrack, taken from the oft-repeated jamble going through my aid-frenzied brain 2day: "wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys Those Christian boys So you can made me cum? it doesn't make you Jesus" [video:youtube] got a kitchen pass to chunk another brick in the road to the nose today - now why are all these fancy boy sport gym rats fucking up the old-skewl aid route at the slippery, slippery broughton hot-spot?!? damn near so that i can't make heads nor tails of the guide book - so chockfulla .11s n' above and hardly a breath of aid info that i gotta wonder why the hell i bought the damn thing? i mean, have i LOOKED at my gut in the mirror lately? damn lucky i can see my cock! anyhow, miker n' i were looking for practicing aid-leading n' cleaning - dyslexic meeting at the park n' ride - wind n' cold at lewis n' clark at 0830 - 3rd cigarette of the morning... my first walk over to the bat wall - guess i musta missed the beacon-wand somethign fierce to skip the high-life over at the far-side on so fine a day - certainly picked a fine final route to mimic the obscure lines i've come to prefer at the big b- eyes thick w/ scum now - memories of smithsonian relic pins and freaky creaking 1/4 inch bolts flexing and flaking under my 16 stone frame - the very real chance of a domino-chain of fucking failures - pop-pop-pop-fuuuuck! we warmed up by each taking a turn leading the old "unnamed aid route" that became dracula - recognized the recent chop-job - laughed to see the doorknobs had put their first bolt at eye-ball level off the ground -wtf? the neo-dracula is still fun s an aid route (hey, look at me, i can aid 5.12!) - obviously you clip a bunch of bolts, but i found used several hooks, a thin aid nut, a yellow alien and a medium nut all plum necessary too - mike and i did the route in nearly the same time - if he took more it was only b/c he's a shrimpy-bastard and needed to use a few more pieces of gear, including a bird peak to make it go the highlight was the neo-superstition, once snap-crackle-pop - the first part goes fast for the sport-monkeys who appeared out of the blue after noon - the obvious signs, like the flooding tide - first the dogs - then the cute chicks - then the inevitable brawny, unhelmeted baboon-bastards! as an aid route, s'c'p starts fun - not wanting to free anything in my boots (lazy mofo) i found a birdbeak and some hooks n a blue alien required - once on the awkward ledge it gets much more serious - the old aid line is so far-removed from the start that if you skip the belay at the nice bolts there, which we did, you face a real chance of a ledge fall - the pins above are decades old - the first two are so levered out you need hero-loops - the 4 bolts are frightening spinners and really oughta be replaced - oddly, for a fixed aid line, the bolts end leaving you needing pins to finish (and at this point, 20 feet back from where you started, hanging and twisting like hell) - i needed 2 knife-blades and a funky-ass relic soft-euro-sorta-lost arrow i bootied from pipedreams this summer - the last pin required extensive cleanign before i coudl place it - i wouldn't be suprised if it had been a decade or more since the last time someone wandered up this way - it was a wierd time - bolt clipping hardman coasting up the .12s n' .13 on either side of me while i replayed a little piece of the ancient and neglected past - hanging like a phat worm impaled on a hook - the last pin was only a 1/3 in and on a horizontal ledge w/ a sling fitted as far down as i could get it, but still it bent damn near in half when i weighted it, frantically excating moss and dirt out of a crack above to get a green camelot in - the last few feet to the anchor an ectasy of fear, riven w/ the awful realit of taking a screamer back down over the roof onto the blades and the creaking antiques anway - good enough i reckon - just a cragging day but still fun - roaring winds up high, but nice n' calm and mostly warm at the base of the wall - the few short falls i took off hooks haunt my muscles - the sense of settling in a shower of sparks - time for another drink?

actually, i thought this was gonna be about that species of frog they discovered that are like jesus - they can be frozen through, thus dead, and then later thawed and come back to life. if frogs are without sin, then clearly they have no need for j.c.? don't frogs sometimes spontaneously change sex too?

good observation. notice how they're all too big of dipshits to stand in any sort of order? no by age? seniority? party? wait! i found it...by shade of tie. yes, truly a cavalcade of sages!

[video:youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15Spi_U66e0

"do you have to use so many cuss words?"

"you see, you can't say 'higher' on network, okay?"

cool actor/musician, but it's worth nothing, that president is craaaazy.

"why do i have to explain to you why i don't believe in an invisible man who lives in the sky again?"