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HRoark said: <cough> homo <cough> that's kinda harsh.......unless you're winking to get his attention....

how about putting a tape measure or yardstick next to the snow shoes and letting us know how long they are? even the equivalent number of 12 oz beer cans end to end would do.....

what did the US Postal Service quote? edit: answered my own question, assuming 5 pounds, $23 to $67 web page

I pulled out a little Rev Horton Heat for this morning. will follow that up with some Screaming Blue Messiahs and then some Robbie Robertson.

If it pulls out it's drill kit again, I'll bet the Martians will disable this one, too. Mars is a strictly TRAD zone.

Hey! Stop tickling Elmo.....the rope is caught on his...ahem...and when you tickle him I can't rap.

Bait

I couldn't believe they fit me! After you snuck out in your bare feet that morning I noticed them in the corner of the room and tried them on...and Voila!...they fit. I've been wearing them ever since. If they're still in the car when it's recovered I promise to get them back to you.

Muffy said: ANY ANY TIME Promises, promises......

Another perspective: depending on the nature of the climb, I sometimes like to hear about my partner's physical condition. That headache could be the onslaught of altitude related problems, and it's good to monitor their status periodically. Same for diahrrea, fatigue, cramps, and anthing else. Of course, if it's just a day toproping at X38 I wholeheartedly agree with you.

Minx, you of all people should know I meant this: But seriously, it's just a royal pain in the ass. I've been planning to get a newer car, but wanted to drive this one another 5,000 miles so I could watch it turn over to 200,000 miles.

86 Saab 2dr hatchback, red. missing left front wheel cover, a little peeling paint on the very front of the hood. WA plates start with 968-XXX. I just finished up with the police report. The officer said mine was the 4th old Saab in the 'north seattle' area stolen recently, and that old Saabs have become frequent targets. Numerous Saabs stolen from Cap Hill area, too. My hunch is that's because the ignition switch is on the console between the seats and does not lock the steering column...one less thing to hassle with when hot wiring it.

from right out in front of my house in Greenlake. No broken glass on the street where it was parked, just gone. About a week ago someone got into it and pulled everything out of the glove box, but all they took was an old junk cell phone and a old pair of dancing shoes. I wonder if the two incidents are related. edit for photo: This isn't my beast, but it's is very close. knock off the left front wheel cover, peel a little paint off the hood where the emblem is, throw on a little dirt, and you've got mine.

...and who would have dug the Ship Canal? In 1883, Chinese laborers were recruited to dig the canal. They were driven from the City of Seattle by mobs a couple of years later.

for ever and ever, amen....

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Al, it sounded to me like there were dozens of CRTs up there, though it may have just been my take on the article. It is expensive. Common options include: covering the contaminated soil with soil, rock, impermeable liners, and/or a clay layer; excavating the contaminated soils and trucking them to a haz waste landfill. I've seen modified sand and gravel sorting/washing machines used to separate the lead from the soil, though the fragmented particles are difficult to remove. In some cases, I've seen the soil put in 'temporary' storage cells on site. I've also seen lead contaminated soils used as roadbase (underneath paving), though this is a less than desireable solution (and maybe not legal.) In any case, it IS expensive....and fraught with legal rammifications.

question this:

Alasdair's right. While rounds can fragment into small particles and be transported to streams when it rains and during snowmelt, the main risk is to humans eating or breathing the dirt/dust in the area. I've done some background studies and sampling at several old military firing ranges and rarely find much off-site migration of lead. PAH's are common contaminants related to some clay pigeons, and they will migrate more easily than lead. The mercury in the CRTs (computer monitors and televisions) would concern me a bit, too.

for what it's worth, I use a zero degree bag on Rainier, but I've climbed in Aug and Sept and spent a few nights at the summit. I sleep a little cold and really appreciate the extra luxury; I got really tired of being cold in my 20 degree bag.

feeding frenzy

I'll take the WC Friend and tricams! edit: damn! just seconds too late.

Ode to Trask (adapted from the original by Patriot Aitch) I had a vision of a far off world Where avatars of snaffles ran among the dusty streets And plagued the gentle townsfolk With their cruel pillage. It seemed this dark eternal scourge Had thrust upon the race of men, From bushd and tufted fleet of foot, Deceiving in their guile. The deep despair befallen all mankind Was meted out by buccaneering rats, With bushy tails, that swarmed across A once benign and fertile land. Nightmare gorgons feared of nought, The canopy of trees would echo With their hideous calls, and scratchings Would announce their awesome spectre. Until a shaft of light sprang from The dust of human desolation, A call of such enchanting clarity Rise up and shed the yoke of tyranny! A silver paladin named Trask, halod, and with glowing lance Points to the grey demonic horde That shackled all through larceny and peril, Deliverance is our gift to future souls The cry to arms rang out above the battlefield. The sciurine chatter from a thousand furry mouths fell silent then became a wild demonic roar, A tide of raucous rodents forward surged. The champion was torn from steed, His limbs rent from his trunk and cast away, Among his hopeless calls for rescue and his sobs of agony, A prayer for quick and sudden death. The once enheartened throng that rose In answer to his words of freedom, Threw down their swords and fled back to their havens, In terror hid and wept, held children close. My reverie disconsolate as understanding comes. This was no far off world but here! Utopia destroyed! The evil vanquished not and twice as bad, And now some idolise the rodent canker. The sun sets on this saddened world where, Held to ransom by the bushy hordes, In dismal, sombre, melancholy rule, Mankind in hiding still awaits salvation.