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sweet I look forward to them politely kicking my ass for riding my bike in the bus lane to avoid being flattened.

This low-carb fad is getting out of control. http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/diet.fitness/01/15/bunless.burgers.ap/index.html Um yeah I'd like a Whopper and can you hold the bun? I'm on a diet.

he's just emphasizing that it really is "good country"

again, late spring

middle sister in spring. The east arete is fairly iced-up in winter. As is the couloir next to it.

subdivision, n: see "plex"

Suburb, n: see Gresham

I seem to make a habit of leaving pickets behind when running away and bashing the crap out of them too.

no, like a locker room. sorry.

what's with getting old that makes people think it's okay to parade around dressing rooms naked

well that would be a sweet setup and I bet the company was pleased. Couple of good shots and I'm ready to work.

a) no wonder they outsourced production. b) no wonder they sell jackets for more than a car that runs.

heh I have done just that (not sold it though, but taken on trips). perhaps you should sample this office coffee. I'm lucky to be alive.

kaiser roll with cheese and onion cinnamon raisin bagel 2x safeway yogurt ghetto mocha (office coffee + carnation hot choc.)

sorry about that double post of pointless post

I hate carrying around the flammable hazardous waste warning placards on my pack too.

Cordelettes must have low angles between the pieces and tied with a correctly-dressed double-fisherman's knot (aka the grapevine knot)... and, must be composed of 2,3 diphenylbenzopolymerate-polypropelene, though some related polymers are acceptable in a pinch. I carry a test vial to determine the chemical composition of any rap station in my alpine chemistry kit

that was below the belt Alpinfox

I can feel nauseous after eating halvah. Though that might be because I'm usually eating it late in a climb. It's flavor overload.

ah, humor is often lost on the dumb My second entry: "Here's a little trick I learned in the scrambling 101 course"

veggie, I would be destroyed in a scrabble contest, though I do have a geology degree gathering dust.

I finally summited, though my elation was tempered by the multiple chimney rappels (possibly with the EDK, possibly not) with pack that awaited. I have not felt this much elation since last Friday's heated Scrabble fest. My fingers were sore from a marathon rock polishing party earlier, so I had difficulty grabbing my scrabble tiles efficiently. However, I was ultimately triumphant.

pulled someone off Three-Fingered Jack in oregon who died of MI