catbirdseat

What a relief. For a minute there, I thought Dwayner had gotten a hold of trask's password.

I'd rather think of you as a center- leaning reactionary, but to each his own.

Badgers again.

Knots in the ends would be such a problem if you could just remember to untie them. I suppose it only has to happen once...

Necro, I guess that means you really don't care for the guy.

There is a book, Northwest disaster; avalanche and fire, that was published in 1960 about the firestorms that occurred in Wyoming and Montana in 1910. Part of the book was about the avalanche at Wellington. The author's name was Ruby El Hult and the book is still available in the King County Library System. It is a good read.

The task is so huge that if they don't concentrate on the Forest-Urban interface no improvement in number of homes lost to fire will result. Even then, it will take 10-15 years.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the snowless October, And each separate dying pixel wrought its ghost upon my face. Eagerly I wished for new Spray; — vainly I had tried to pray From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for Miss Normandy — Or the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Anna — Nameless here for evermore.

"Hey, this rock is loose..."

Did you see the story about the two old dames who when confronted with an intruder carrying a shotgun plied him with sandwiches and rum. When he finally passed out, they called the cops who came and arrested him.

When the snow is of just the right consistency, igloos can go up in a hurry - if you know what you are doing (like Nanook). The last time I built one, it took me two hours.

Hey, trask, where'd you get that black eye?

Trask, show me where you got that 95% figure. I think that should be "loathed by 95% of NRA life members".

"Quick open the F----- door, I'm gonna hurl!"

Yes, and your belayer was never the wiser.

"Seldom we find," says catbirdseat in Spray, "Half an idea in the profoundest posting. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a E-Rock's boxers — Trask of all trash! — how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your bawdiest stuff— Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Dru is right enough. The general rude obscenities are arrant Bubbles — ephemeral and so transparent — But this is, now, — you may depend upon it — Stable, opaque, immortal — all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.

Yes, but he got no fewer than four avatars into his verse. Gotta give him credit (or blame) for that.

When the Leading Index takes a sharp downturn, the Federal Reserve Board doesn't rush to lower interest rates. They don't call a recession a recession until there have been three or four quarters of poor numbers. By the same token, we should not call this a recovery until we have seen three quarters of positive growth.

I dropped a biner on lead once. Looked down to see my belayer catch it with one hand. "Keep it, it's yours", I said.

Trask, you are so full of shit it is gushing from every one of your bodily orifices.

Nanda Devi, by Shipton and Tilman.

Snow caves are a lot of work and you get wet digging them, but they may be worth it if you are going into an area for several days where you can use it as a base camp. If you need somewhere to escape the wind for say an hour so break, you can dig a snow pit in about ten minutes and get a tarp over it. It can be a pretty good place to take an extended break.

Show me the jobs.