Pepper_Boy

Touche, off belay, and fiasco away. G'day.

Well now there it is, the dilemma. In economics it's called diminishing marginal returns. One solution that comes to mind is to hit the reset button, i.e., delve into new discipline and have all that headroom to grow into again. Or maybe the dwindling high is a pervasive facet of aging and you never get it back. But I agree, the alternative (abandoning the risk-reward cycle altogether) is a steady mental death. Sorry, not much help. Time for the meds . Good luck, Aristotle.

There's a thought. The group that got munched above the bergshrund on Hood last week: "We took an hour before leaving the Palmer chairlift to teach everyone self-arrest and self-belay techniques." An hour. In the middle of the night. Plenty adequate to make the moves second nature, I'm sure. Oh well, live and learn. Or is that learn and live?

"Personally, I don't like paying because I see how much of my paycheck gets stolen by the Federal Government every month as it is and wonder where it all goes." Poetic license. Kinda figured it was rhetorical, but it made for a nice segue. Hallelujah, choirboy. Yours truly, preacher bob.

Happens all the time, particularly with programs that fund themselves. There's at least 20 times more language floating around each congressional session the the general assembly can possibly consider. We land users are no where close to a decent lobby, not like the elderly (lots of voters) or Microsoft (lots of green voters). I don't see how we'd get into a position to make their lack of consideration come back to haunt them. They screw you at the drive thru . . .

Ahhh the beauty of democracy: the minorities get screwed. And we - fit, healthy ( , etc. notwithstanding), adventure-lovers - are a minority. Greg, Greg, Greg - he wonders where that huge kah-ching goes - guns to war against threats both imagined and real, medical care for an aging and increasingly slackass population, and a whooooole lotta pork. Pay to play is fine, but you have to implement it across the board (where personal versus public consumption is discernible) or a subset of the population (us) ends up yanking double-time to cover their bourgeoning obligation. And right now, lots of other subpopulations skate on the backs of the general public while we (among other examples) get singled out. Sorry, no constructive suggestions, I know the man can bitchslap my ass at will (and historically speaking, the product of revolution is generally less palatable than the instigation anyway). Guzzle 'em while they're cold.

Damn, Dr. Evil. I just lost 15 minutes being under demon-kitty hypnosis.

'The tribunal said that Filandia had done "untold damage to the game of football" . . .' To hell with the game of futbol, what about the guy's nuts?!?!

"But what if you're a toproper with a booger on your face - what then?" You flick it and hope your belayer has a sense of humor. Hell, if you're getting pumped, pretend it's a remnant from a clif bar and eat it. Leave it on a marginal hold for extra sticking power. If you're feeling maternal, put it back where it came from. The possibilities are endless, unlike your imagination.

Someone recently asked me if I was ever going to post about climbing on this site. And here is my opportunity. THAT'S what I love about alpine. There's so much going on that demands your attention that all the piddly ass stuff becomes irrelevant. Like having a booger on your face. Nice segue.

Glasses can correct dyslexia. That still baffles the hell out of me.

Whoa, baby. I had NUHTIN to do with that! Watch you talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Oh crap. You mean in the next episode - The Gaper Strikes Back - I find out AlpineK is my father? I shall now fall on my lightsaber - ouch, that really hurt. Let the "who's your daddy" spray begin. [ 05-03-2002, 12:08 PM: Message edited by: Pepper Boy ]

'The police department "properly disposed" of the semen, but declined to say how.' Rumor has it that Larry the Tool pilfered it from the evidence room . . . apparently he was worried that sucking himself off might lead to birth defects.

And besides, Greg, if I don't make a complete ass of myself, I won't get top billing in Sparky's next missive. I've never been on top. I so desperately want to belong. AlpineK is my idol. Please, somebody take pity on me. I shall now drown in self-deprecation. [ 05-03-2002, 12:07 PM: Message edited by: Pepper Boy ]

Greg, No question, you got me. I'll try to keep my narcissism in check. You holding your breath . . .

quote: Originally posted by Son of Caveman: SPRAY ON, FUDGE-PACKER Aw man, have you been moonin' the old folks home again? You must have seen Pinnochioldie's schnozzle and gotten evil thoughts. Did she oblige? Did she tongue lash your boys while she was at it? Your fan base awaits with morbid anticipation.

quote: Originally posted by AlpineK: I'm happy to make the top of any list. "There's no such thing as bad publicity." Sorry K. That's Andrew Wood, Kurt Cobain, and Layne Staley - all Ph.Ds in anger management via terminal substance abuse. I'll make it up to you in my upcoming thesis, "The lords of spray: when jovial invective turns rancid". A mind is a terrible thing to taste.

Just trying to hang with the big boys, SOCM. I notice that batch of chilis is heartshaped. A freudian slip? If I've got this spray thing all wrong, let me know. Just looks like dissin' and pissin', upscale verbal paintball in pursuit of a laugh and a finely honed wit, to me. I'm having fun, and if I wasn't (hint hint) I wouldn't be here. Onward and upward.

Worked pretty well for Andrew, Kurt, and Layne, didn't it? I get the feeling Cro Magnon Jr. - or in nordic cultures, perhaps that should be Homo Erectuson - still harbors resentment that Sparky's two-lane tool couldn't stimulate his four-lane oriface. That is an unenviable pre-dick-iment. And that, my good man Sparky, is spray. Cyber cumshots in all the biatch's pretty visages. As the greatest band in the land would say, "Lick It Up . . . Lick It Up . . . Yeah - eah - eah"

Living down south (Charbonneau) has it's advantages . . . until someone mentions "Horsebrass". My kind of HAFH (Home Away From Home), I love that place. Sorry to be a commute wuss (far too fragile for a Mult. Co. lockup), but if you're ever in the neighborhood . . . Have a good one. Thanks for the initiative, WS. [ 05-02-2002, 01:00 PM: Message edited by: Pepper Boy ]

That's it? Another anal-obsessive remark devoid of creativity and humor? And here I thought spray was just another recreational psychotropic to sooth the overwrought mind of 21st century schizoid gaper. Well, have at it. Better to have you flailing at me than shooting up a playground or molesting little boys. It's the least I can do for humanity. It's 5:00 somewhere, right? Or as you might say, "Bottoms up".

Good to know you're willing to try, though. Where would the race be without the valiant efforts of brave men exploring virgin territory. Assuming your ass is virgin. Bets, anyone?