Bianca_Piaggio

I forgot, it you want to get into the whole "how much do you climb" argument, well, I was out yesterday, so don't even bother. Go wash diapers. While you're at it, you seem to have a lot free time, why not learn to spell? It's easy and fun, and with this valuable skill, you might even be employable someday. [ 08-02-2002, 11:27 PM: Message edited by: Bianca Piaggio ]

Oh, I'm terrified. Go wax the minivan, and get back to me when you actually have something useful to say instead of merely taking up bandwith.

That's not a very nice thing to say! At least I'm not one of those pathetic vegetarian types.

That stuff that TigerBoy was talking about is fine meat. There's one they have at the Central Market, not sure if I could call it horsecock, maybe more like average man-cock, that matches that description, and is mighty, mighty tasty. It's on the spendy side, around $4 for a man-sized, wrapped in white stuff, er, unit, but man, oh Manitoba, it's no Hillshire farms nonsense! Tasty, dry, and firm! Not too greasy, and probably from Europe. Hm, I might have dated someone meeting that description, come to think of it....but I digress.... Does that sound like some sort of Minivan Horsecock, or do I just have good taste? [ 08-02-2002, 11:07 PM: Message edited by: Bianca Piaggio ]

I find it odd that this guy would want to remind women to be aware of their surroundings when they're in the parking lot somewhere, considering we're all, uh, climbers, and the objective danger of doing that is just a teeny bit higher than walking to the car somewhere. Hell, I'm already in the risk, and hardly ever lock my house even. Whatever, pal! WTF, and who the hell are you to try to remind me how to behave with this irrelevant drivel?

I think mine speaks for itself. Minor 80s Seattle icon, probably looked like this sneering babe.

Revenge, well, it's easy. Instead of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the offending individual, more often than not an ex- not schooled enough in women to know when to leave it alone, simply start a whispering campaign. Doesn't matter whether you are in the right or the wrong, except that if you are in the wrong you'll have to work a lot harder to build consensus. If you're in the right, it's a piece of cake, and they never know what hit them. At that point socially they don't have a pot to piss in....oh, wait, this was about climbing, well failure in that isn't really about revenge, it's about going back and setting things straight with the rock. That takes hard work, but maybe not so much of the other stuff!

I think the Good Dockter would be doing the world a great service by opening a climber's ranch in the neighborhood of Smith Rock. Seems that particularly the European types and long-range road trippers would enjoy such a place. Now, how exactly was it going to pay for itself....hm, that was the part that seemed a little, er flaky to me. Obviously referring to oneself in the third person will get DFA part of the way, and it's a smashingly stylish thing to do, but at $10-$15 per head per night and probably not really year-round at that, well, hmmmmmm....? But I do think it's a super-cool idea!

quote: Originally posted by terrible ted: Sometimes experience keeps you from doing things that would be fun, but ass-bustingly difficult and risky. Where does that fit in? -t Hi, long time lurker, first time poster. In my neighborhood we call this "maturity." Are you willing to assume the risk? Are you willing to do the work? Do you have a good team? Is it worth it? [ 07-30-2002, 11:55 PM: Message edited by: Bianca Piaggio ]