Dr_Flash_Amazing

Let's see, here ... There's the scar on the knee from when DFA was peeling logs with a draw-knife, sitting on the logs, scooting backwards, and pulling the knife in, when ... *thunk!* ... got that knee a little too close to the log and straight into the path of the draw-knife! Didn't help that the Doctor was wearing shorts, either. Or the one on the arm from when DFA was moving the ironing board after doing some ironing in his cramped studio apartment, and the unplugged but still-hot iron tipped over and the side of the iron came to rest against the Doctor's forearm. Lesson: don't move a wobbly ironing board with a hot iron on top of it, especially if you're clumsy as hell. And then the scar/perpetual patch of dead skin on the index finger where a young and still-new-to-the-commercial-kitchen DFA was slicing carrots and neatly lopped off the corner of his finger tip. Of course, it didn't help that the Doctor pulled off the remaining flapper, which was hanging by a thread. With nothing to cover the wound up, it was still bleeding after 20 minutes of direct pressure and ice. So, off to the hospital! Of course, there was nothing to stitch closed, so the ER doc figures he'll just put some silver nitrate on there to close the wound up. It comes on a dainty little cotton swab, and sounds innocuous enough. Of course, it's just a chemical burn that cauterizes the wound - feels great on all those freshly-exposed nerves. "It might sting a little bit ..." Right, a little bit. Try "it might sting a little bit more than grinding away at the wound with a salt block." Fucking doctors. And of course the usual assortment of knee and elbow scars from various bicycle and skateboard shenanigans, and a good selection of scars on the hands from woodworking.

quote: Originally posted by Greg W: I thought that was the androgynous Dr. Flash Amazing You would impart your sick fantasies on your interpretation of this poignant and meaningful work of art. Be gone, philistine!

OK, out of R-E-S-P-E-C-T, DFA has deleted the offending material. Happy(?) Veteran's Day.

The Fighting 69th Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came And they have a leader to the fold, And Cocoran was his name It was in the month of April, When the boys they sailed away And they made a sight so glorious, As they marched along Broadway They marched right down Broadway, me boys, Until they reached the shore And from there they went to Washington, And straight unto the war Chorus: So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth And when the war is said and done, May heaven spare our lives For its only then we can return, To our loved ones and our wives We'll take them in our arms, me boys, For a long night and a day And we'll hope that war will come no more, To sweet America Chorus: So farewell unto you dear New York, Will I e'er see you once more For it fills my heart with sorrow, To leave your sylvan shore But the country now it is calling us, And we must hasten fore So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys, And to Ireland's lovely shore And here's to Murphy and Devine, Of honour and renown Who did escort our heroes, Unto the battle ground And said unto our colonel, We must fight hand to hand Until we plant the stars and stripes, Way down in Dixieland Chorus: [ 11-11-2002, 11:51 AM: Message edited by: Dr Flash Amazing ]

Alright, fine, that was lame. [ 11-11-2002, 11:43 AM: Message edited by: Dr Flash Amazing ]

This is a swell discussion. Have a nice Friday, everyone! [ 11-08-2002, 12:58 PM: Message edited by: Dr Flash Amazing ]

quote: Originally posted by iain: there's a lot of stuff at smith I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to climb. That's one. Here's another: Huh? You could do Chain if you wanted to, given that you put in some work. It's not even an endurance issue; it's like sending a boulder problem. Close Shave, however, would require you not to be bothered by five bolts in 60 feet. Looks like a swell route, though!

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Who would like the beta for the Smith Rock classic Chain Reaction?

You can do pizza, but you need an Outback Oven for that. There's a more natural freeze-dried meal that REI has (?) that's a bit tastier than Mtn. House, but bring extra salt.

Trask is a glue-sniffing compulsive masturbator with the IQ of a stale loaf of Wonderbread. Poor bastard couldn't spell his way out of a wet paper bag, and he is thus highly unqualified to be critiquing anyone else's written works. In case you're interested, though, here's the grammatical Valhalla. Try the FAQs for answers to all your spelling and usage questions.

Look who's talking Mr. KFC Customer of the Month. "Could I get that 'Extra Tasty Sloppy' with a double-order of gravy?"

quote: Originally posted by Greg W: quote:Originally posted by Dr Flash Amazing: It's sour grapes, fucktard. Either way, he's whining, ass-hound. Right, jizzbucket, but let's not lose sight of the fact that Trask is about as smart as DFA's left shoe (giving Trask the benefit of the doubt, as the left is the smarter of the pair).

It's sour grapes, fucktard.

Nuff said.

Why not save money and just shoot tuff? Or slacklining hippies, for that matter?

Obsession with ... renegade muralists?

http://www.edtrask.com/

So, it seems like they must have taken this into account in their choice/design of polymers, but wouldn't the shit just shear right out of the placement? Sketch-o concept. The Doctor certainly wouldn't be jumping at the chance to take whips on plastic bolts, anyway.

Blasphemous heathen. Careful you don't get a smiting!

Nope. The Doctor has ventured 'round to The Face of the Monkey and various other crags on the back side o' Smith, and out to the Upper Gorge, but ne'er to the many satellites of Smith. Not many bolts out there, you see. The Doctor had his eye on The Product for a while, which is out that way, but some friends recently tried it, and reported that it was wicked hard for the grade, and that it passed through a couple bands of highly suspect rock known as "choss." Thus, the Doctor will now probably not venture out there any time soon.

Wearing GOOGLES?

Your best bet, Mr. Rick, would be the Portland Rock Gym, unless you live closer to Beaverton.

Public Service Announcement from the friendly folks at AmazingCo, Inc. ATTENTION: For the last time, the rock at Smith is welded tuff or simply "tuff," and not, as so many of you seem intent on calling it "tuft," which would be a small clump of hair, fur, or feathers, as one might find on Trask's bedpost. Thank you, and have a pleasant day!