Dr_Flash_Amazing

It's way down in the trees, and it's not on the actual PCT. It's only about a mile or less up from the PCT, tho'. Definitely not a chossy-looking crag, either. Gorgeous, uhhhhhh.

Nah, the message seems to be more fundamentally Traskian. Look again.

So, for those of you with a copy of the latest issue of Climbing Magazine at hand (the Epix Ish), please turn to page 102, and explain, if you will, what Bufo is trying to convey with the large graphic in the center of their advert.

Holy mother of crap! You s'pose he's burying dissenters or something? Or digging for his lost credibility? "Dang, I know I buried that shit out here somewhere! Ashcroft, you having any luck finding yours over there?"

Is that dude with the shovel the same buffoon who is living in the white house and babbling on the television?

Couldja break that one down into sections for us slowpokes?

Sorry, brah. Hate to see a diamond such as yourself losing its luster, though, and it seemed that a tough love intervention was the only way to go.

"I mean, right off the ground you got a rude awakening; It's like a ... giant belly of a whale, and you're just huggin' it, slappin' it; holds aren't much better either." Can't fuck with the Osman in neon-green skull-print weightlifter pants taking 60-footers and talking up the Slayer.

"C'mon, let's go do some climbs!"

Shut your lollipop-sucking mouth, before I ram your coned forehead up your gaping asshole and make you dance the Macarena for nickels outside the 88th St. Wal-Mart, you retarded, drugged out hippy. Trask, please take a five-minute break (minimum) from freebasing codeine tablets and pay attention. You're recycling your sewer-mouthed mini-rants. You used that one last week, you degenerate trouser stain! Snap out of it!

"Dammit, son, this isn't funny! How many times I gotta tell you not to dig up your mother?! And shit, the guests are showing up for the barbecue! We'll talk later."

Anybody read the ad from Voice in the Wilderness on the inside cover of this week's Willamette Week? Frightening stuff about the oil. Hopefully it's paranoid and unscientific, otherwise, better start horse shopping and working on that garden, 'cause when the gaz-o-lean runs out, YER ALL GUNNA FRIGGIN' DIE! Also, somewhere around page 78 or so there's a multi-page snafflehound infestation. Odd.

He really is easily confusible (perhaps interchangeable) with Nick Nolte. Fuck's up with that, anyhows?

Trask is to Johnny Carson as Boyz II Men is to Tower of Power. Discuss.

A multitude of mind-muddling mesmerisms!

Dru, it's cynical Canadians like yourself that are ruining pop-culturally interesting, feel-good astronomical happenings like this one. Criticism like this dampens the enthusiasm of junior astronomers, and is demonstrably damaging to the burgeoning binocular industry both in America and abroad. In summation, please refrain from further disparagement of this and other celestial goings on such as eclipses, meteor showers, near-collisions with other planets, etc. Thank you, and good day!

Sure. We don't talk much, but next time DFA sees him at Smith, the Doctor will pry the secrets out of Mr. Carr. BWA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!

Dr. Flash Amazing is, as could be expected, equipped with all the latest crag reference materials, and is encyclopaedically versed in each (naturally). A quick perusal of the PRC guide, however, revealed no mention of this crag or of Ramona Crick.

Naw, DFA doesn't, unfortunately, know where this crimson crag is at. He does, however, know Mr. Carr, who can probably be found at Smith, or more likely out bouldering (hard) around Bend.

Way to spot the Barney-purple backdrop, Iaxxzzin (or whatever the latest trend in Iainnic Bi-consonantal Letter-displacement Renomenclaturazation is).

Well, make up your mind, make up your mind! Is there nothing to get or do you just not want to get it? Decide, and then maybe the illustrious, industrious Dr. Flash Amazing may deign to discuss the issue with you further. Until such time occurs, you are condemned to wallow in your murky quandary. Good day.

Brrrrutal!

It's the Lowa Tempest Low. Knew it would come back eventually. For reals, checkit.

Ask Logan Carr; he seems to know.