Dr_Flash_Amazing

Crag:

Sounds just like any other heartless conservative. Blah, blah, blah.

If that's what you wanna call it ...

You sound like Trask, old man. You bought a sports car and some flashy lesbian porn on DVD for that midlife crisis yet?

Holy harcore jesus christ Knocking our religious life Live by Crass, die by the sword We're punk rock servants of the Lord You say that all you want is peace The Bible preaches anarchy You say that God does not exist You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in It's holy harcore!!! Moshing to the hardcore hymns The altar boys are in the pit The deacon's skankin in the pews I got a Bible and I don't need you Our hair is spiked we're on our knees Combat boots upon our feet Open bible, turn the page The Reverend Spike is diving off the stage - Screeching Weasel, 'Holy Hardcore'

Friday: beer and homemade pizza Saturday: domestic projects, incl. picklemaking and sangria making also. 'Die Another Day' was a pretty awful film. Sunday: church, Frenches Dome (outta shape), beer

Trask? How'd you get ahold of this bloke's password?

"Fuck you, queer!"

Yer gonna be in the dogbirdhouse, catbirdseat!

It was the Sportiva Mantra, silly Canoodler. Some Climbing reviewer (Dwayne Raleigh comes to mind) penned a rather humorous review of them involving being at the sticky rubber factory on a hot day, removing his clothes, then sticking his feet in one of the rubber vats, the resulting sticky-foots being akin to the Mantra; i.e. the Mantra was pure minimalist (not to be confused with the Scarpa Minima). Weird, huh?

Hey, sprayers, sprayerettes, and happ'nin cats of all stripes! It's time for The Dr. Flash Amazing 3 pm Friday Beverage Special Show! Today, we'll be exploring caffeine and alcohol -- at the same time! [applause] Now, you're clearly all very excited, so let's get right to it, shall we? First off, you'll need to secure some coffee, some Kahlua, and some Whiskey (DFA is using some Maker's Mark; feel free to improvise, though). Next, put on your favorite jazz record. If your name's Dr. Flash Amazing, you're spinning Miles' classic 'Kind of Blue', but anything will work, as long as it's not Kenny G or something (unless you're Trask, naturally). Brew up a cuppa via your fave method; drippin' or pressin' or gettin' Turkish on them grounds. Hell, if yer desperate, just pop in a mouthful of beans and chew 'em up -- just don't swallow yet! Next, pour a 1.5 oz shot or a couple glugs of Kahlua into your mug or mouth, and about .5 oz or a couple smaller glugs of Whiskey into same. Add the coffee (unless you're using the oral preparation method, in which case, just swish it around and swallow), stir, sit back, and enjoy. Ahhh, that's better! World looks mighty good right about now, don't it? Mmm-hmmm! Well, kids; be sure to tune in next week or somethin' for another installment of the DFA Makeum Drinkies Show! Ta-ta!

You've presumably worked in one ..?

some wacky shit you been smoking. you straight tripping fool. Oh, sure, you're absolutely right, lummox. We should allow this waste of human life to sponge off of "society" for the rest of their lives. I so much love working so that some crackhead motherfucker can live for nothing and go to the methadone clinic for free. FUCK THAT!!! When did it become okay to be a useless, wasted burden on taxpayers? Somewhere 'round the time it became OK to be a careless, intolerant bigot?

Fuckin' A right, might make it to the gym for a few hours! WOOOOOO!!!

Hope you never leave your draws hangin' on anything, you filthy Maple Leafer.

Or better yet, tie it to your Bumpernuts!

You can buy that gym rope on like thousand metre spools. Why not just set up your spool on a little rack at the base so it feeds out real smooth, and send the leader right to the top, no settin' up belays or nothin'. Then you could rappel all the way back to the car in record time.

This from an unrepentant firearm fellator. Fuckin' eye-rolls to infinity, eh.

Shit, man, if you weren't getting hurt, there was really no point to riding one of those things. Except for getting the chicks and earning the brotherhood of the football team, of course.

Perhaps you ain't been paying attention, but it has been revealed that iain is DFA is iain is DFA is iain is DFA, etc. etc. A speedy Mac and two monitors will take you far into the land of spray, matey! Lieutenant Morris! Hoist the Jolly Roger and prepare the long guns for a broadside spray assault! YARRRR!

If we're thinking of the same boulder (one of the first decent ones you come to from the parking lot), it's actually a traverse up/along what could be described as a mostly horizontal arete, using a lot of slopey shit and weird Vulcan death-grip pinches. The same boulder does have a big dyno up a prow on the trail side. Snail Trail is on the down-river side of the boulder, moving from downhill to uphill. It's a rad problem.

Well, clearly.

How d'you fall off that? One would have to get a running start down the slab and hurl themselves down with great force to effect a falling type of situation. Strange.

We're all !!!

Like what? The uncontrollable ability to ollie fire hydrants, trash cans, and the like?