ivan

"STFU, donny"

versus private school, which is not enough school, and too much fucking jesus

"enjoy when you can, endure when you must" - Goethe ...course, he WAS a kraut ass-munch...

that's no thumb, that's a huge, inflamed cock at the prospect of clambering up jensen's ridge (the divide between light and shadow in the pic and now MOSTLY free of poison oak )

"How to Be the Kwisatz Haderach" by Mentat Mike Layton

i'll have the lasagna

so long as beacon's being photoshopped, they might have added a goddamn full moon, eh?

drove past it y-day and it was in fine shape, assuming you're not a little girl

no, i never attempted to seduce tvash - he's too hairy and ill-tempered for me

this pic of me shows the current depth of sinkage on the sun-blasted southern slopes (note: i'm 6'7") the north side is very icy all the way up the road to the colchuck lake split off, then rapidly just as deep - skiing the sherpa glacier right now would be dreeeeeaaaaammmmy

10 degrees out in a 32 degree bag = yummy very enjoyable climbing snow plastered loose rock on the ridge in plastic boots - beacon rock in fall and winter proves a great simulator of such suck conditions freeze dried lasagna > chicken terayaki > dog poo > beef stew rappelling over, under and through godzilla sized cornices is a great way to get in touch with the savage jesus which one of you wierd fucks left the "into the wild" sappish-make-fuck-with-nature message near the colchuck lake cutoff? i'm still scrubbing my brain with a steel-wool brush trying to etch out the encrusted cheese... one of these days i'm going to go somewhere in the stuart range where i can follow a trail the whole damn way

"Dangers: Almost every instance of noodling involves minor wounds. Although superficial cuts are received with every catfish caught, this can be avoided to an extent by wearing gloves and other protective clothing. Even so, losing fingers is a real risk, whether from the bite or infection. A slight danger of drowning exists, as most holes are far enough down in the water that diving is required to reach into them. A person confident in their swimming abilities may be caught off guard by the sudden added strain of carrying a large fish to the surface. Spotters can alleviate this danger, but it is still present. It is possible that statistics on noodling deaths are not available or accurate due to the depths at which many catfish live. A severely wounded noodler ten to twenty feet underwater might not have the physical capacity to return safely to the surface of the water, resulting in the official cause of death as death by drowning. Another danger lies in one's clothes, getting tangled or snagged on roots or rocks. To avoid this, many noodlers will dive wearing nothing more than their shorts. The largest danger posed to noodlers are other forms of aquatic life found in catfish holes. Far more dangerous than catfish are alligator, beavers and snapping turtles, who will take over abandoned catfish holes as homes of their own. These animals are always on the mind of experienced noodlers."

in the same way you miss banging the b cup chick back when you were 16, i'll warrant...

too close to yankee country up there didn't wander further north than the limits of shenendoah park, west to seneca was fantastic - south to boone area was also nice, but nothing but a fart in a stiff breeze compared to these parts - i ain't ever going back!

the james is decidedly less hard-core the greatest danger there is of being so wasted you get your lighter or smokes soaked - you don't go UP rapids so much as across them, the river is almost a mile wide there on the w side of richmond, but it's all suddenly dropping a couple hundred feet over a few miles creating great broad rapids - in the summer the water gets so warm its like an old man taking a leak on you and river level drops like 20 damn feet and you can almost stay dry crossing hte whole thing if you had to - mostly its leisurely swimming/wading from one eddy system to another, to scrambling/walking on rocky/sandy islands infested with herons and swans and their filth w/ the occasional lawn hose or couch detritus thrown in for comedy's sake), then getting to a main current and having to swim as hard as possible across without getting swept too far downstream into the nastier rapids (a real danger with 20 lbs of bright green bottles of rolling rocks in your pack and a mean-spirit to not forsake'm) - it does pass for adventure in those parts though

i've never gone skulking, but i love swimming rapids. what are the biggest rapids people skulk? i used to do this in the james river back in virginia - had no idea it had a name - just thought it was something you did on a lazy sunday after drinking your weight in watery beer, attempting to escape the miserable agony of 100 degree weather by wallowing in 70 degree water - i remember following a 3 foot long catfish for awhile until sunddenly he led me to a whole army of his enormous followers - kinda freaked me out to realize i was sharing hte river w/ such monsters - richmond was a great place for such tomfoolery - tons of ancient debris from the civil war and beyond collecting seaweed on the bottom

thread killing hugeness!

aliens, unless they kill you

grendels fatal departure was regretted by no-one who witnessed his trail the ignominimous marks of his flight where he'd SKULKED away, exhausted in spirit and beaten in battle, bloodying the path, hauling his doom to the demons mere. the bloodshot water wallowed and surged there were loathsome upthrows and overturnings of waves and gore and wound-slurry. with his death upon him, he had dived deep into his marsh-den, drowned out his life and his heathen soul: hell claimed him there!

colour/color tea/coffee newcastle/natural ice culture club/insync football/football amy winehouse/brittany spears bullocks/bullshit irish/negroes

went there today - guy behidn the register "what's this?" referring to a #5 camelot - "uh, a camelot - #5" "hmmm (looking at computer)" "was that .5" "yes" smile.

don't think josh's posting up 'round here too much nomore - hoping to see him this weekend though so i'll pass on the query

i looked and confirmed that i am, in fact, a unique and beautiful snowflake

i remember an rei guy trying to convince me i needed a 6'6" bag too, but that was probably b/c i'm 6'7" - i like the shortbag though, more incentive to snuggle my fetchign tent-mate

The phone book puts ages in it now??? this one does http://www.whitepages.com/