Dr_Flash_Amazing

what ever Capt. Semantics. Actually, it's more of a history thing Double -

Who's Truffaut? Sounds like some kind of French intelligentsioid. Bugger, in any case, what he said about art critics. Likely something dismissive or derogatory, and full, no doubt, of crap, for are we not entitled to our precious opinions? Indeed we are. Beck is dreck. Send Moby to Nairobi.

Y'all gots nothin': stumbling mumbles bleary rises to greet post-dawn daylight incoming toothbrush, breakfast meat scramble eggs, down sidewalk amble on sleepy legs taste coffee dregs slowly sodden hopes vanish like sun winter rainwater's run seeks gutter and lower ground rushing down, sodden hopes now drown rise flourescent-lit vertigo latch-key impertinence business-casual fashion sense jump the fence for greener grass and oh, Lord, the price of gas ... suburbs sprawling complaint never free from Wal Martian invasion's blacktop taint stay within the paint painted lines define shopping cart rat race sportutilitytrafficjam try to keep pace flys in the face of reason night lite spend, consume recline and begin anew a new car wheels of fortune cookie false prophet prophesy real life TV ecstatic revalations bleed through and colors run down the unseen sun and out the lights again End?

When're you coming out with 'Mars and Venus In the Chalk Bag'?

Nah, two people answered it! And, ironically, DFA didn't read the article, just snagged the pic. Fine looking animal, though, isn't it?

Let's don't get DFA started on the 60s/70s pop rehasher known as Beck. "Gee, if I cop some Beatles vocals, some Rolling Stones guitar lixx, and throw in some oh-so-revolutionary hip-hop beats, I will make a bazillion dollars off brainless suckers." Beck and Moby suck off the same teat, and are thusly deserving of the same vitriol. It has nothing to do with how "hip" it is to hate Moby (puh-leeeez) and everything to do with calling out "musical" dreck.Beck:Better than MobyWorse than MobyGag me with a truckload of kitsch and a hipster haircutPaging Eminem ...

(Forget it.)

Aren't wire gates kind of jingus for racking, though? Seems like the hook would always be snagging on shit every time you needed a piece.

Why do you listen to that shit anyway? Grab a beer and some Bad Company Pay attention, dickyank, they're always fucking spinning it at the gym. It's unavoidable, unfortunately, as it is also unlistenable. As for Bad Company? Does it look like DFA is some kind of classic rock geezer? Exactly -- no.

Cryptic vicissitude! Totally macular!

There've been some hexes on ebay lately, ca. 25 sheckles for a set, give or take.

Clearly, a rational and well thought-out defense (Might we even call it cogent? Indeed we might.) of DFA's already impeccably-reasoned thesis w/r/t cacophonous, copro-dropping canines.

Fine, Mr. Wiseguy Scientificevidencecollector. Trad climbers and gumbies.

How 'bout Big Daddy Deepthrust Hardcockerton? That's got a nice ambiguous yet poetic ring to it.

He is? Well fuck it, he's a bitch anyhow.

Perhaps if this person just tweaked the content a little bit. Say, maybe have married or otherwise partnered-up individuals write up trip reports about how their spouse made them buy groceries and do the dishes instead of hitting up the crags. Call it 'The Pussy-whipping Post'. Word.

True fact, 99% of the time. But your argument misses the real issue, i.e. gym climbing vs. sport climbing vis a vis sport climbing's legitimacy as an element of climbing when compared to trad climbing. And can the broads and bucks in the 'Stone Nudes' calendars actually be considered to be climbing? Discuss.

A sampling of cracks and slabs, punctuated by cheese & crackers, and of course lounging. Posh.

Fuckin' double -

Fuckin' Hedgehog.

"should be quiet tonight but it's not alright 'cause they're plannin' something don't you know things have settled down, down, down but silence is a dangerous sound we must we must we must we must we must we must we must we must we must we must we must we must keep our eyes OPEN!" Name that tune, kids!

They won't?! BOYCOTT KINKO'S!

Let's get something straight, padna: The vast majority of people who bring their loud-barking shit-factories to the park are trad climbing hippies. Real sport climbers have better things to do than to overdevelop their leg muscles lugging puppy chow and gallons of extra water all over Smith.