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how did Ashcroft get crossed up with the glassass-trask thread, jon?

AlpineK pointed out the obvious to me: That glassass is not of Scottish descent. If he is, he may be the scotsman with most attrocious spelling. How could you misspell 'Glasgow?" I think glassass needs an English lesson and an asswhipping.

This playground fight suggests 2 possibilities: 1) trask=glassass (invented to liven this place up) 2) if glassass is real, trask may bend, and concede his profane baton over to the scotchman. Let the battle continue...me money's on trask.

I'm just glad that Offwhite and Co. aren't using 'Mattp rules' for this thread, or it wouldn't exist.

You remember Shelley's poem: "...My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings, look on my works, ye mighty, and despair..." This week Saddam becomes Ozymandias. My concern is that we don't make the same mistake, by wasting such vast political and $ capital to achieve our goals around the world...no matter how this one turns out, we are gonna get a low score on the overall performance.

This is an initiation...it's best to just relax and go with it...

I think that "he's" a she, or a he-she, or a Frenchman who bathes fortnightly and changes his underwear every 6 months...

This just in: cc.com has received a barrage of recent reports about the irratic, strange, and sometimes just plain irresponsible behavior of the man that we’ve come to know as Iain. Our cameras caught up with Iain recently one evening at his private hunting camp: Next day, our telephoto lens captured the young man’s gleeful pride at yet another success in his newest sport. In the words of GregW, his munitions consultant, “Iain is a natural. He has an inner bloodlust that comes through again and again in the field.” We also found that the man who people know as “Mr. Telemark” has been carving different turns as of late "That young lager lout blew by me and my grandson on the slopes, and knocked us both down...he's just downright un-American!" groused Clara Thompson of Portland, OR. It appears Iain stays stoked on a diet rich in and Red Bull, as part of a secret training regimen that is turning this formerly quiet guy into a mountain madman Rumor has it that he has a certain volcano, and a certain speedclimbing record in his sites for this coming summer. We will keep you posted as news of Iain’s travails stream in to us…

This JayB/j_b thing is just too hard to follow...can you get some new avatars pleez?

Where is the Goat, anyway? I have said it before, and I repeat it here today: We should enslave the French men and satisfy their women.

I see you fools are wasting valuable worktime as usual. Trask is threatening to quit (the idle talk of an addict). I am on the road, at a conference in Boston, and actually brought some snow gear with me. Tho a gumby, I seek adventure whilst on the road. I am eyeing Mt Washington for Thurs...hmmm...current winds 75, gusting to 86. Should I blow off work and check it out (hoping it calms down a bit), or should I be a good boy and keep my nose on the grindstone? What would Jesus do?

So this guy is doing tricks with his alligator up on the bar for free drinks, and puts his pecker in its mouth, slaps the alligator on the snout, and shouts to the crowd "anybody here wanna try this?!"...and a guy in the back yells "yeah, if you promise not to smack my nose like that!"

I have received a pm from Marg Schott, who wants to register her outrage at the joke subject matter on cc.com. Also, officials representing the Lezbulldagga community want us to know that they are offended by the content and language of this website.

Look, Europeans either love or envy Americans. I was warmly greeted last week. Politics doesn't transfer over to what others think about our culture or people.

I'd think it would be interesting to pull into the Park and see something like this on a PS van

$80.37. An excuse to get a new pair of gaitors and some socks...

This one was in Fortune Mag...complete with radar for inflation before you nail the tree.

I came across this whacky invention while reading on the plane: It conjures up all sorts of other possibilities, like a huge ballon that inflates if one slides into a cravasse, etc., etc...

Erik, I read an article that said that 30% of fatalities in a year (I think it was the 2000-2001 season) were wearing helmets. That told me that these people were intending to ski aggressively. I totally agree with you that skiing in control is a basic part of skiing.

This is the funniest thing Caveman's said in awhile.

Well, I had hoped to get in a day of scrambling and snow-slogging up one of the tempting peaks in the Vorarlberg, but the opportunity just didn’t present itself. Plenty of good downhill runs and a steady haze of pilsners and rotwein made it an enjoyable week, but I just don’t think the Austrians think of winter as a good time to climb. It’s just ski, ski, ski, and any climbing (of the low-skill type I like) is done in order to make a good ski or snowboard descent. Maps and literature attest to the popularity of summer climbing throughout the area, but ask somebody about it in winter and they look at you funny. I did make an attempt to leave the pistes and ski routes. When I spotted a couple of backcountry snowboarders, I inquired about where I could rustle up possibly a guide and basic rental equipment. They sent me on a search for Pete’s telemark shop, which I eventually found. Once I had explained what I was looking for, a cellphone was dialed and I found myself talking to a mysterious character named Werner. When I told him what I was interested in, he said no, pulling the gear together for such a short deal would just end up costing me too much. “However,” he croaked, “if you would like to climb a peak early tomorrow with me, four Swedes, and a guy from Bavaria, and make a super ski descent, you are welcome to come.” Reflecting on a couple of harrowing skiing (and drinking) incidents I’d had with Swedes in the past, I politely declined. A couple of days later I worked my way up to a ridge which, if crossed, led to hinterlaenden and plenty of ski adventure. I watched as a lone man scrambled, with skiis on his back, along the rocky edge toward his obvious descent col into the backcountry. Tempting, but without guide or buddy, beacon and other gear, (not to mention wife and two kids expecting me to be back that night) it was not something I was going to do this time. Instead I turned my attention back to the breathtaking alpine view that lay before me, and skiied down toward the gemutlichheit of the town below.

just noticed that tonight. will change on my return.

So I read this little article on Shiprock, NM and it says it's sacred and can't be climbed...and I ask myself, "Self, why is this? Why should anyone claim that public land is sacred (and I say that reservation land is public at this point)?" I say BS. What say you?

trask, so you watched good old Alexander the Haig too. I agree with him tonight. Packin for Muenchen (& Aus) tonight...I'm gonna tell everybody on this trip that we're from Sud Kanada!