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You too? It's hard to find aficionados of those long attention span board games in the modern age. Yeah they must be too busy putting in 6 hours a night playing World of Warcraft to sit down and play a three hour game on Monopoly. yeah, but it actually TOOK 3 hrs to set up the axis n' allies game (was TOTALLY worth it though!) - boardgames:computer games - alpineclimbing:cragging

i remember descending the sherpa one frigid winter night, bone cold and not really looking forward to spending the night in my 32 degree bag and bivi sack on the frozen moraine, only to see a campfire glowly spendidly in the woods below - the offender turned out to be one of the great names of north-western mountaineering, and i could totally give a shit about anyone who has a problem w/ having a fire in the winter - WWGAD? (what would grizzly adams do? or john muir, firchrisakes!?)

there is no good solution to the shitty problem that humans suck killing people is ineffective at preventing shit like this and bad in a bunch of other ways but then letting a pathetic meat-sack continue to wander around drawing breath is crap too if god exists, scumsuckers will pay sure enough - and if not, then what the fuck does it even matter? in that case, the most punishment you can mete out would involve prolonging the offender's life as long as possible, since death is annihilation and a clean conscience

funny - my main memory last night was that a race of dwarves had occupied the prg - seemed like i was at least 2 feet taller than everybody else in the joint! good beer n' good times!

lake colchuck's a beautiful place to have one's spirit buzzing about for all eternity

if the donation comes w/ a sticker though, you can see it as a form of organized bribe and make it work for you - i've got out of tickets pretty much on the basis of having one of those pro-cop stickers on my car before - obviously it won't help if you have a dead hooker in the trunk (or maybe it would?), but a 1$ donation to avoid several hundred dollars in tickets is a damn shrewd investment

apparently not jefferson though - might explain why he was up to his ass in hoc when he went tits up!

don't know about genes, but there is a board-game!

i wish...

Thomas Jefferson should the children of rapacious assholes be at all suprised that they exhibit the same aggresive, capitalistic indifference to one another that their forefathers did?

word. and the only teachers w/ september off are pederasts

beacon update for the day - it's damp bitches! had to settle for a run up the corner w/ miker in the occasional pouring rain w/ everything sopping wet - looks like it'll be a week or so before anything interesting is to be had - settled for an ordinary life by tottting 120 ozs or so of malt goddamn liquor along the way to warm up each belay - the peregrines didn't seem to have sodden spirits though as they were around and enjoying life - a hint of the season to come - nice n' cool but reached the top w/ a full head...

a classic song about a recruiter and the recruited... Fighting for Strangers cho: What makes you go away, fighting for strangers, When you could be save at home, free from all dangers? A recruiting sergeant came my way, To an inn nearby at the break of day. He said: "Young Johnny you're a fine young man, Do you want to march along behind a military band, With a scarlet coat, a big cocked hat And a muscet on your shoulder?" A shilling he took and he kissed the book, Oh Johnny, what will happen to ya? The recruiting sergeant marched away, From the inn nearby at the break of day. Johnny went too, with half a ring, He was off to be a soldier, he'd be fighting for the king, In a far off war, in a far off land, To face a foreign soldier. But how will he fare when there's lead in the air, Oh poor Johnny, what will happen to ya? The sun shone high on a barren land, As a thin red line took the military stand. Sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too, Swords and bayonets thrusting through, Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to ya. With your soldier deeds done, we're sending you home, Oh poor Johnny, what have they done to ya? Oh, they said he was a hero and not to grieve Over two wooden legs and an empty sleeve. They carried him home and they sat him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown. You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg, The enemy nearly slew ya. You'll have to be put with a bowl to beg, Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?

that and a large hole in your noggin, no? i see no reason to worry about recruiters - we need people in the army and we provide all people enough of an eductation so that they're responsible for their own stupid mistakes - no one can join the army w/ illusions unless they're shit stupid

anyone wanna climb this friday aroudn 3 or so?

shit - forecast for sunday blows and i can't climb saturday - anyone wanna climb friday afternoon?

it's only a few feet above the anchor anyhow... sure wish i had sumathose nifty loweballs...

not covered in moss, just in long grass and ferns and had been invisible from the belay on saturday - they're obvious once again as i did some cleaning on the way down - the upper part of the pitch looks very nice and clean and oughta be *ahem* superfun! yup, bill, the first pin is a weird looking orangish thing, but looked very solid - i'll be sure to let you know if it betrays my fat-ass this weekend

cool - did the original jill's thrill pitch 2 go up that easier wide crack to the right of the anchor, while crazy horse does the thinner, steeper crack to the left? didn't get back for a second crack on the upper dutchman yet, just noticed while rapping it and cleaning out the plants that there were 2 pins in there making the whole thing look less crazy down low- hoping to get out there this sunday and do it, though i'm positive it won't all be free

what/where's crazy horse?

i wanna be the first kid on my block w/ a confirmed kill

you out of towners coming for the icefest oughta come check out beacon rock on sunday (to experience the best rock-climbing in oregon of course) - i'm looking for a partner if you want a tour-guide...

i prefer the similiar "tits" - as in "the climbing in the crack was TITS!"

everyone knows the big problem w/ the english language is our, like, total paucity of superfun adjectives n' adverbs n' stuff

while rapping the flying dutchman last night discovered 2 pins buried under grass and ferns, and just a little bit up from the 1st anchor, where i'd wimped out on saturday - damn! makes the whole lower part of that pitch, which is the thinest, much more reasonable - i was too terrifed of whipping onto a micronut to keep going 2nd times the charm! and did bluebird last night - a very fun crack w/ a cool detached pillar for the first bit - i was kinda sad when it went away...