Dr_Flash_Amazing

See? See?!

Thank you, thank you all so very much. On behalf of AmazingCo, Inc. and all the groupies, Dr. Flash Amazing would like to extend his sincere gratitude. Honestly, you're all just too kind. No autographs, please; the Doctor is a busy man, thank you.

Anyway, they weren't "competing" for the awards, Climbing just decided to hand them out. It's not like Dean Potter was all "I'll solo some mean shit on Cerro Torre so I can win this swell award" or something. Plus it's totally arbitrary and pointless anyway. But they did showcase some underdog talent, and it's kinda crazy to see those people's achievements all stacked up. Fact is, if climbing did revolve around awards and whatnot, most of those folks deserve one.

You don't suppose they're anti-Adopt-a-Bunny, are you?! They'll have to pry the A-a-B logo from DFA's cold, dead e-persona!

freaklimb, if you were really on the ball, you'd create a hybrid mormon/islam religion (Muslormins? Morslims? Mormuslimons?) so you'd get your own planet and a stash of virgies to populate it with. Get with the program, holmes!

Keep diggin', Watson.

PAGETOP!

You're certainly welcome. And for your minor slandering of the Doctor, may you be given ten feet of penalty slack on your next pants-crappingly long runout.

That kicks more ass than you can shake a frame pump and a pile of waterproof Ortlieb bags at, which is to say a lot. Rock on, bicycle man!

Hey! Hey! All y'all are wrong, except for Iain, who correctly stated that Dr. Flash Amazing was at the PRG the other night. Who is the elusive Doctor? Trask's egotistical alter-ego? A 6th-grade girl with too much time on her hands? Some gumby from PDX who couldn't climb stairs without aiders and a fixed line? Todd Skinner on a Jack Daniels bender? If you or someone you know thinks you may have spotted Dr. Flash Amazing, please call our anonymous tip line at 1-888-I-LUV-DFA!

Well, here be the problem. To tack the loops onto the criminally comfortable Arc'Teryx waist belt, you'll need to sew through ca. 1/2" of foam, which will require an industrial sewing machine. But even if you do have access to such an animal, sewing through the waist belt is going to compress the hell out of the foam where you stitch it, which may do funny things to the fit of the belt. Perhaps if you tack them on up at the top edge of the hip belt near the seam it wouldn't be too bad, however. Or, if you don't have access to an industrial machine, you could rig some removable gear loops by either buying the 'teryx ones or making your own out of cord and tubing (use sprinkler tubing, as it's much stiffer than that fish tank stuff), then sewing each end of the cord to a short strap (whatever is long enough to go around the hip belt) with a ladderlock buckle on the end. Then you could just strap the loops on, and you'd be able to move them around a little bit if need be.

Like climbing-harness-type gear loops? Or like the sort found on backpacks? And is it a padded hip-belt, or just a webbing one?

Three pairs is dandy. It's nice to have some slippers for bouldering in the gym, warmups, or steep routes. Velcros come in for harder steep routes, most outdoor bouldering, and slabby warmups where you need a bit more edging capability. And then lace-ups for hard routes where you need the pinpoint edging precision and stability of the stiffer shoes.

Bwa ha ha ha ha! Friday is fucking boring, dude. Dr. Flash Amazing is now leaving the building.

You right-wing twats sure got your tits in a twist over that, didn't you? And you talk about liberal whiners ... please. Go piss up a flagpole, you dinx. Just don't get any on your precious rag, of course; wouldn't want to rinse any of the blood out of it and stain the precious lily white! "good bye America, fuck you America!"

Just trying to keep the Republiclones on their toes. Not that it takes much work, of course ...

You two queens want a date, you can wait your turn like everyone else. You keep it up with this aggro stalker routine and you're out of the running, kapish?

Easy there, hoss, you'll stain your knickers. Take a few deep breaths and try to relax. Sheesh!

They're called "nunchuks", numbnutz. And what are you, a fucking ninja turtle or some shit? Go eat some pizza and polish your shell, nitwit.

You're right. The Doctor couldn't remember how to spell "bourgeoisie" and had to look it up! Have the G-Men send over the unabridged OED.

The Doctor was talking to Greg, but if you want to keep combing the internet for photos of aging transvestites, knock yourself out, champ.

Nonsense, shitbrick. Anyway, obviously none of you clicked on Snoboy's link, or you'd know that that little turd of military bravado, like so much of the too-cute-to-be-true swill that drips from every crack in the interhole, is a hoax, a fake, a sham, a boondoggle. www.snopes.com !