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I could talk a lot of sh*t about Michael Moore, but I don't recall him asking US to bail HIM out? So even if he did make 50 million, he's not asking congress for help is he? Did I miss something? From the trailer, it looks like he had very little and still turned it into an interesting watch.

Wishing you a ride for sure!!! To anyone reading this who's heading this way and on the fence, Bryans a great guy and good company. I'll both vouch for him and give you the "Waynes World" No Honk Guarantee if you need it.

Bet they worked their asses off to find music that sucked so bad.

Whats it called on the menu? "Cream of sum yung Bull?

I got yer free willy right here.... The moral of the story: remember to wrap yer willy.

Clearly there is an important role for scientists doing public work and for public servants Joesph. I wish I had an example on hand, I'm sure there are some and won't argue otherwise. What you are seeing above is my knee jerk reaction due to an underlying belief I have that Government (capitol G) seems to have as it's main job expansion and propagation (at CITIZEN expense) of their powers, roles, importance and remuneration. As it's been happening piecemeal since the start of the country with little let up, often with little forethought or planning: I get pissed and it can come out at odd and incorrectly timed moments. I have been getting more crotchety on this subject as I age. I have plenty of examples of the latter part of that explanation if you need them. Regards

Nice call! Show them this post and it's yours:-)

I don't know sh* t about it, I just wanted to wish you well. Good luck Mikester. Bill

I like running it out on moderate terrain... I have found it helps me remain calm on ice and/or alpine routes where gear isn't readily available for whatever reason. This TR is a thing of true beauty. I've looked at it 4 or 5 times now. Great pictures!

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Who's Henry Rollins and why should we care again? I missed that part I think. I only showed up for the Eddy Van Halen/Vallery Bertanelli update....

Best wishes and a reminder that fall and winter rains are on the way. But not this weekend:-) ...if you get my drift.

http://www.cracked.com/article/100_the-5-ballsiest-lies-ever-passed-off-as-journalism_p2 Ahhh, the days of William Randolf Hearst and lies to boost readership. " The 5 Ballsiest Lies Ever Passed off as Journalism By Erica Cantin Aug 27, 2009 Stephen Glass's Favorite Movie was Apparently Jerry Maguire Before May 18, 1998, Stephen Glass was a 24-year-old reporter for The New Republic. His articles were funny and informative, and always pretty sensational. And, sure, there were plenty of subjects that screamed "Fraud!" after Glass had written about them, but no one likes the way they get represented in the paper. Especially when you lie about them, which Glass did, unabashedly. Despite all the complaints, what really brought Glass's downfall was a short article titled "Hack Heaven," which described both a hackers' convention and a business meeting between a teenage hacker and a "large California software firm" Jukt Micronics: Another Hack Heaven. Ian Restil, a 15-year-old computer hacker who looks like an even more adolescent version of Bill Gates, is throwing a tantrum. "I want more money. I want a Miata. I want a trip to Disney World. I want X-Men comic [book] #1. I want a lifetime subscription to Playboy--and throw in Penthouse. Show me the money! Show me the money!" Across the table, executives from a California software firm called Jukt Micronics are listening and trying ever so delicately to oblige. "Excuse me, sir," one of the suits says tentatively to the pimply teenager. "Excuse me. Pardon me for interrupting you, sir. We can arrange more money for you..." According to the story, Jukt Micronics was so eager to hire and please Restil because Restil hacked into their database, posted the salaries of every employee in the company on the company's homepage and garnished the entire hack with several pictures of naked ladies (also displayed prominently on the company's homepage). This was all, of course, total bullshit and, even though the story went through several fact checkers, no one noticed just exactly how bullshitty it was (so bullshitty, you guys). To be fair to The New Republic this was 1998, a time when many people actually did believe back-end mouth breathers were capable of taking down large corporations with just a few key strokes, presumably while listening to techno and posting pictures of boobs on the front page of the CIA website. We guess the technology of '98 was so new and scary to the staff of The New Republic that they couldn't be bothered to club "Jukt Micronics" into a search engine. The article did, however catch the attention of Forbes Digital, and when word got around to Glass that those nerds at Forbes smelled a rat, he whipped up fake business cards, phony voicemail accounts in California, a dummy AOL members website for the software company and actually got his brother to pose as the voice of the CEO of Jukt Micronics. And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for those meddling Forbes fact-checkers, and also logic. Glass was fired within a day, and went on to write an unsuccessful novel based on his experiences. #1. Pulitzer and Hearst's Pissing Contest Started a Goddamn War Stephen Glass and Dateline are opportunists. Ben Franklin's a Grand Imperial Dick Wizard and Mark Twain just likes screwing with people. But Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst, ladies and gentlemen, are the fathers of yellow journalism. Hearst and Pulitzer: total fuckbaskets. In the late 1800s, Joseph Pulitzer (owner of The New York World) and William Randolph Hearst (owner of The New York Journal) were engaged in a vicious battle over who had the larger circulation. In an ethically questionable display of one-upmanship, the two media giants dick slapped moral reporting several times a day to out-circulate the other, each paper coming out with a story more sensational than the other paper published the day before. When a rebellion in Cuba against the Spanish started brewing, Hearst and Pulitzer saw a golden opportunity; they'd report on the situation in Cuba to sell papers, and if the situation wasn't interesting, they'd make shit up because journalism is easy when you don't have a soul. Hearst and Pulitzer would take sensationalized, unverified stories of made-up atrocities, make those stories even more sensationalized and then feed the twice-baked-sensationalizations to the American people as the truth. And the people, thanks to the papers, believed that America had an ethical obligation to step in and save those Cubans. Every John Q. Public with a paper assumed that the Spanish warlords were raping and murdering the poor, defenseless Cubans and leaving them in rotting piles on the side of the road, because that's the kind of story you write when you own a newspaper and are bored. When a Journal news photographer attempted to leave Cuba, reporting to Hearst that the situation wasn't as bad as Hearst had reported, Hearst sent a cable boasting, "Please remain. You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war." Then the USS Maine, an American warship, blew the fuck up under questionable circumstances. Post-explosion, President McKinley demanded an immediate investigation, but Hearst and Pulitzer demanded even more immediate "THE SPANISH DID IT" headlines. Their reporting was so immediate, in fact, that word had reached the American people about Spain's involvement in the sinking before the investigation even started. To this day, we don't know why exactly the Maine exploded, we just know why it didn't: the Spanish. But that didn't get in the way of headlines! What a scoop! The catchy rallying cry that resulted--"Remember the Maine! To hell with Spain!"--was just the propaganda tool a young and soon to be outstandingly mustachioed Teddy Roosevelt was looking for to satisfy his itch for a new war. Proving that no mere mortal can withstand Teddy Roosevelt, the war was over in a matter of weeks and Pulitzer and Hearst basked in the afterglow, all while continuing their reporting charades which included failing to mention that the iconic battle in the Spanish American War was actually thanks to an African American cavalry. Shine on you crazy diamonds!" ________________________________________________________________ The good old days of responsible journalism....

There is more, sigh, make me out to be a hypocrite, turns out I have a price and it's $94 bucks. A 70 meter 9.4 rope though! I ordered one...sigh....Damn thats a deal there.

HECK YEAH SOL!!! We all sure do. However, the last crack I did named Kiddy Litter was like 30 feet long and 5.5....hrmphhhh.... jus sayin.... For long hard granite cracks, being able to toss your hands in fast and get a good locks, and not have to slowly reposition each hand each time to get the softest/bestest and avoid painful little nasty rugosites in the crack is invaluable for good time. Or if you are just old and heavy like me......

Yup! Thank God for call identification, few are dumb enough to answer a call titled: "GRIM REAPER CALLING". Side note: If I screw up and answer that call Saturday: I want my buddies to sort through and grab a single piece each as a memory during my wake. Wake involves beer and tales. Then the gear gets ebayed.

To anyone not living in a cave. John Bachar passed away, and there is a series of benefits for his son. One is Phil Bards beautiful prints with 100% of the funds going to Ty Bachar. The thing is starting to sell out and they've raised over $8000 for the kid. Now's the time before this wraps up and goes away to get one if you had been thinking of it but spaced it out. http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.html?topic_id=905509 Order them here: http://cirrus-digital.com/bachar.html This one has sold out already:

LOL -nice find.

Yes, LOL you see I have pull with important people:-) Nah, you know that Jim's always up for a civic project to make your life better. There were 6 nearby tree/vines treated in a similar manner. No other hornets. Actually, I did see the one at the Ozone. In fact, the next year after you guys had sawed it off, pulled it down and hauled it off with a log truck or however: it regrew into a nice little bush with about 30 stalks and I went out and sprayed it. If you go out there and re-look at it though, you will be disappointed at it's a significantly smaller size than you believe it to be. No honey, I swear it's 6 inches...huh?! NO, I ain't getting no damn tape measure.

Bring your monster Poison Oak here: here is one from last night. The smaller of the 2 you see here is a Poison Oak vine heading up a Douglas Fir tree. Scott Peterson, Jim Opdycke the poison oak master and I (with nitrile gloves which didn't prevent getting it) last night doing some civic service at Rocky Butte as it rained during the day and the normal spots were wet. Jim is ripping some young vines out with his bare hands while I hold the big mamma. He has never gotten it, and I've seen him pull it out barehanded an amazingly high amount of times. This trick, however, was truncated by the hornets nest we disturbed as one of the vines growing perpendicular eventually started to pull the vegetation by the underground hornets nest. Score was Hornets 1 (got Jim on the chin and drew blood), us 0. I will fix the bastards up soon though. The interesting part about this one, is that it is a short hop away from a set of chains at the most popular part of a climbing crag located within the city limits (Rocky Butte). This was unseen by many thousands of climbers for many many years as the leaves were so high up it was not visible. I topped out the other day soloing and noticed a leaf by my foot. Then I started seeing a bunch of them. Red and on the ground. The Oak and only the oak is turning red and falling off the vines now. Further investigation revealed that this was like the mother alien, propagating lots of little bushes that people had been spraying for years. But it kept coming back.

pfft: and your knowledge of literature is clearly minimal. Wigan Pier was a coal terminal.

Just kidding on the arete there. Nah, there is a great crack for gear in the back of the corner right there. The pins are classic and toss in a small yellow alien for strength, plus there is a bolt early on the next pitch. Better to get the arete first.

That entire arete to the left of Blownout is bereft of bolts.

Looks like it goes right near the Road to Wigans pier then? Maybe a couple of billion more can push it all the way there where it can terminate?

I was thinking another bodily function. Seymour, 83, visits his doctor's office for a checkup and takes his wife along as he's hard of hearing. The doctor says, "I'll need a stool sample, a urine sample and a blood sample." "Hah? Wuzat?" Seymour asks And his wife says, "Give him your underpants." Badda bing (insert rimshot emoticon here)