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I hope its a joke and not biography. Buck up buddy, things will get better, and don't let JGowan's tales of sexual profligacy get you down.

Szy's tale of Dad almost dropping him to his death while reaching for his beer reminded me of one: "Remember, your belayer is drunk. Hehehaa. snort. burble."

That would be on my first aid pitch, about 10 pitches up the Happy Hooker on Trono Blanco in Baja in 1978. It was mostly small wireds on a gently overhanging wall, and I didn't really know what I was doing. I didn't have enough nuts, so I'd been backcleaning, and forgot to clip at least one placement into the rope, several pulled, and I'd been top-stepped in the one that initially ripped. Couldn't really tell you how far the fall was, but it seemed to take forever as I did a backwards somersault. Saw the sky, the canyon floor, the wall flash by, and came to a stop. Reached out and caught my bandana as it floated by. The one large piece on the pitch, a #10 hex in a placment out of line of the pitch that a friend had told me about before we went down, saved my bacon. It took a really really really long time to finish that pitch, and I never did much take to aid climbing.

Dang Sisu, it's just like pulling the string on a Chatty Kathy doll!

While we're on the subject, who in Portland has his wares on tap? I'll be down there this weekend and was just wondering about that an hour ago, so this is a very opportune thread.

I dunno, it works great for what I do, and I've written a rather lovely (if I do say so myself) spreadsheet for estimating for my contracting business, but I fully understand software frustration. I'm not a Microsoft fan either, but Intuit gets my goat more frequently, for all that I'm utterly dependent on Quickbooks for my business these days.

Factoid: there is a justification for painter's reputations as drunks. Apparently the alcohol in your bloodstream helps remove solvents, so drinking after painting is good for you. How this relates to the modern world of latex paints I just couldn't say...

It'd be a bummer to have the nickname "Festus" for the rest of your life.

Thats Sisu not sissy . I believe the word refers to a Finnish concept of continuing to struggle against hopeless odds.

Try this: screaming gear deal

Nope, I'm pretty sure it's the green one that's due for the new edition, there was a request for info awhile back and I sent a little bit about Fortress. I don't think the green one has gotten the slick cover treatment with that goofy pictture with Fred and flowers on the back yet. What's still out there for sale is the pale pebbly green cover, yes? I don't recall what the publishing date is, but if you so some searching around here you'll turn up the info.

...just DON'T take pictures.

Getting older beats the alternative.

Trask: our designated drinker.

"Hey you, over there. Can you show me how to set up a biner brake?" Guy on an adjacent route about 5 pitches off the deck.

I think my wife will be in Portland until late thirty tomorrow, so I'm on dad duty. My daughter is only 11, even with fake id I couldn't get her in. So I'd vote for Tacoma another time...

I think you're looking for the poo thread

See, a totally acceptable traditional techinque. I'm sure the magistrate would see it your way.

I agree it's kind of funny watching all those folks walking around with monoliths on their backs like extras from 2001: A Space Odyssey III. We had a pad on my most recent trip to Bishop, but we're poorly trained old farts and kept leaving the damnned thing behind as we moved on to look at another problem, and pretty soon we'd be back to the old familiar "hey, umm, could I get a spot here, I'm climbing down" routine. On the plus side, the bouldering hordes are actually pretty easy company, accustomed to urban densities, and ready to share space. They don't teach that in the Mountaineers...

Just close your eyes and let your fingers do the walking Ed, its a traditional technique. I don't know if she'll come, but I'm sure Twight would consider it a guaranteed outcome.

You know, the Chief used to have a lot fewer trees on it. Maybe this August you can spearhead an arson campaign to clean it up Dru. Say about 20 people scattered across Bellygood each with a five gallon can. Bet you could make a bundle selling tickets in Squish. Firefall: Canadian Style.

It seems to me that around 70 degrees you get some pretty good puddles in the lines at the chairlifts.

Nolan: nope, just found her on the web, complete with interviews and everything. I thought she was a pretty good example of an obsession, but hey, everybody needs a hobby. ChrisT: We're on the tag end of the boomers, seemed like schools were all crowded as I entered them and as I moved out of a school the portables started leaving too. If trivial pursuit were any measure, their boomer edition has a lot of questions that are a little too old for me. I'm defintely not gen-x though, even if I do have musical taste overlaps.

I'd be 1958, still Eisenhower. I bet Trask rates a Truman.