Dr_Flash_Amazing

Triple - with a and two

Cable rocks 'em when there's hardly anyone else on the net. Try using that shit on a Friday evening and it's a lot like dial-up, sans funny connecting noises.

Wha's the diffy 'twixt ADSL and plain vanilla DSL?

A door-to-door salesman climbs the steps to yet another suburban home, and knocks on the door. A minute later, a little boy of perhaps 10 opens the door, smoking a cigar, a glass of Scotch in one hand, an issue of Penthouse in the other. "Young man," says the salesman, " are your mommy and daddy home?" To which the lad responds "what the fuck do you think?"

Interesting bit of reading in this week's Willamette Week, excerpted from a book written by a Marine sniper about his experiences in Gulf War pt. 1. Some pretty gruesome shit, but worth a read. Apparently the book is getting all types of good spray. Sounds like Ivan's bro is doing the same thing this guy was doing with the scouting and being out front, etc. Hectic.

Wow, one would expect that Greg would rise 'n' shine with a big, rare, bacon cheeseburger. Anyway, DFA, too, is not a big morning eater, and has been known to roll out on a Clif Bar and a banana. A little bit of cereal or other small food item with soy milk (pick a flavor; vanilla's yummy) is good, too, since you can get a good shot of protein without bombing your stomach with a bunch of crap first thing.

God forbid you slacklining wanks should put down your bongs, quit dicking around with your pulleys and shit, and go climb something!

Mr. Dru, when graded against the Typical Dru Sprayasaurushaw Humor Curve, that falls significantly below the lowest previously recorded point. In fact, it's off the bottom of the damn graph. Please back up, get a running start, and take another crack at that one.

Once again, nobody noticed DFA. Buncha lousy jerkfaces. The Doctor is starting to wonder if it's worth it to keep attending these shindigs if no one is gonna pay any attention to him. *sigh*

Nah, the point of back tying is two-fold. One of the folds is not dropping the rope, the other is staying on belay. If you're just going to rappel, back tying is pointless, at least in the sense of actually using a bomber knot to connect your harness to the rope. A quick overhand on a bight connected to a draw on your harness will suffice. Ditto if you have no gear below you, like if you TR'd a pitch, cleaned the gear, and then cleaned the anchor (best in this case to leave the last draw or two so that you CAN back tie usefully and remain on belay). The best use of back tying is when you're getting lowered, so that you take advantage of not dropping the rope and you can stay on belay while you dick about with the anchor.

Sure, trekking pole grizzly skewering and au naturel icy river fording are fairly high-action pursuits, but most hikers don't get to swing with that kind of action. You're lucky to get hit in the head with a pinecone at worst. And without big numbers to enrich your story? Or cool words like the tres Francais "gaston" or "roto-pockets," you're pretty much sunk the moment you lace up your Sundowners.

Full Heinous using the original three (?) bolts and RPs!

Quois? Mais non, petit grimpeur! Climbers always get the year 'round parking permit, it's just that climbers' permits are rad and sexy and facilitative of big-number sending, whereas hiker permits only lead to more gay flatness and boring non-anchor-clipping blanditudinalitification.

Tell you what, hoss, you can't beat Arc'teryx for comfort, bomber construction, and a good carry. Well, maybe with an Osprey.

Ground-up onsight FAs on the Smith Rock Group. Helmets are aid.

That's dogging, which anyone will tell you is poor style.

Hiking is flat and gay and there's no numbers to chase. Climbing is steep burly mono-pockets and sick dynos and sexy onsighting and whatnot, all tied together with big numbers and bigger spray. True indeed.

Huh? Yellow-assed yer butt? Wha ..?

Nah. Feelin' a little sick, gotta get a tattoo on the face, feelin' a little outta shape ... you know how it goes.

Prone to hyperactivity is right! Those little fuckers get all wound up and run around like Carl Lewis on the tweak. Crazy, crazy.

You're runnin' dial-up? Damn, brotha, it's two thousand three, get some broadband shit fuhcryin'outloud! 56k, indeed!

They frown on public displays of sexuality down in Mormon country, but you're welcome to try it.

Return that junker. It sounds like a legitimately flawed design. REI sells Arc'teryx packs, don't they? Trade that ratty old duffel in on a new Bora.

Whatchoo want such a fat rope for?