JGowans

Obviously that's a detraction but in one shape or another, we deal with assholes on a daily basis. If I could do it outside in an atmosphere that I love, then it might only be half as bad as in a stuffy office. I have heard this complaint before too though, and it'd be interesting to hear how some guides deal with that...

Are you talking about Rainier there Rob? I thought you only needed to be licensed for Rainier? I certainly haven't thought to the degree of being a licensed independent outfit, but would rather like to test the water so to speak by tagging along as an equipment mgr. or something with a more established firm part-time for example. More to the point though, do you and the others have an opinion as to how rewarding such a job might be?

I think I've been seeing a lot of weird sayings recently that are now being feverishly proliferated in the media. As American As Apple Pie is one that springs to mind. In the 9 years that I've been in the U.S. I've never heard such a statement until the last few weeks. It's normally used in the context of "A dissenting voice is as patriotic and American as apple pie..." Is this new? Also, what are some of the other sayings that are being bandied around just now?

I've been entertaining the idea recently (not too seriously) of changing out the corporate life for that of a mountain guide. I am by no means an accomplished climber, but am curious nonetheless. What would it take to be a guide? Anybody here work as a guide? Do they ever make any money (I know it's not much if any)? What is it like to do it day in day out? I know about the AMGA certification process and it seems like it'd take about 50 years to complete...

I fucking lap that shit up...pain that is. Ask CatBird. I just got done doing my best Rocky impersonation sprinting up the hills of downtown Seattle. I didn't raise my hands up at the end of each rep. though cos there was a lot of traffic and I didn't want the burds thinking I'm a spaz or nothing. Also, my cousin was Olympic silver medalist and world champion in the early '90s. She ran for 9 months with a broken knee cap. She's definitely the toughest person I ever met in my life. Probably weighed no more than 110lbs but just pure steel.

Not sure what the weather is like, but I'm off work for a couple of days and up for pretty much anything. Anyone? Catbird?

Just want to point out that I am anti-war and still don't think it's right to tell other how to live hence my not being in the anti-SUV camp. My thoughts are perfectly aligned my dear.

You know, I'm not the one making the gay jokes. I'm just saying that you drive an SUK, therefore your penis is small. It's a known fact. I think the one who makes all the gay jokes is the one who's insecure with his own sexuality. I have friends who are gay, and I have no problem with them so long as they don't hit on me. Gay bashing shows how little you really are (and I'm not talking about certain body parts.) We were having a nice discussion about SUKs, and you had to bring gays into this. You are not worth my time anymore, and your opinions have now all been debunked. Grow up. Grow up? We were having an intelligent conversation until you started babbling on about your 2" penis. Nobody cares about your penis. Also, you'll notice that at no point did I harsh on gays. I merely stated that I came to the realization that you're gay. That's all.

For all you SUV-haters. You're right and I'm wrong. I hate my SUV and feel silly for admitting I own one. I am in the process of trading it in for a nice new compact car. The dealership owes me the car & cash but no biggie. I apologize for my comments and posts. Please don't sue me since I'm a foreign bastard with no rights in this country. Thank you for your insightful wisdom which has led me to this decision with quiet optimism for a new world of hybrid vehicles and good old fashioned leg power. Here's to you my righteous comrades!

I rest my case. Also, it's kinda hard for a guy to be a man-hating dyke. Go back to pleasuring your 2 incher in your SUK. You see! You're so gay, I actually fell for it and thought you were a bitter chick! It's all so clear now...you're the dude who hates himself for being gay and being rejected by all the studly he-men. Get an SUV and make yourself feel better!

He was a climber that normally used his Suburban for climbing, but on this particular day, he dressed in a suit, and set off for Portland with the intention of wooing the feisty Ursa_Eagle into the back of his rig for a bit of nooky since it became quite clear earlier that week while posting on cascadeclimbers.com in the "Which 4WD SUV" thread, she hadn't been laid in quite a while and resented all things masculine. Our besuited, SUV-driving stud was about to change all that. Plausible enough?

Ok, and as I've stated previously, your vindictive and surly attitude as well as repeated references to 2" phalluses really does suggest that you're sexually frustrated. The SUV is merely a symbol of the source of your frustration, and I suggest that you dress up real nice one night, go to a nightclub, and find yourself a real man where you can both retire to the back of his Suburban and have at it like the frenzied wild piglet you want to be.

If you ever rear-end me, I'll sue you for all your worth and get you thrown in jail for life for attempted murder. Then you'll find out all about rear-ending... Aha, now we are seeing your true vindictive side come out. Btw, you'll be incapable of sueing me because in your previous hypothetical scenario, my rear-ending you resulted in you dying. Also, it seems that you only possess hatred for those that commute to work in their SUV. Does the fact that I walk to work make me a better citizen than you and also justify my SUV ownership? Either way, I really couldn't care less, because as I stated previously, it's a personal choice and it's none of your business.

You know, I have been contemplating buying a smaller car for many of the reasons that most of you anti-SUV folk cite for quite a while (better mileage, more environmentally responsible, etc...). However, with all of the smarmy finger pointing, head shaking, and acts of vandalism, I am seriously tempted to go out and buy a Ford Excursion just so I can avoid being in the same camp as you. It's almost the same as when one's mother tells one not to do something and one sees that as a catalyst to do that very thing.

It becomes my business when I get killed because you rear-ended me and your bumper completely misses mine. SUKs are a hazard not only to themselves (rollovers, bad emergency handling, etc.), but also to every other smaller car on the road. By buying an SUK, you're telling everyone else to fuck off because you're forcing everyone else to get larger cars in order to be "safe". It *IS* our business. Actually, I'm only telling you to fuck off. I am not forcing you to do anything because coersion is illegal. You are free to drive whatever you want as am I. Respect my right as a rich bastard with too much time and money on his hands.

Can you cite anywhere where I advocate illegal acts? If not, I'd ask that you reconsider your assertion that I'm a hypocrite for condemning people breaking the law.

saint jgowans? You got it Minx!

I don't normally agree with you MtnGoat (pertaining to war matters) but I absolutely agree with you here. It's the judgmental nature of many posters that vexes me, and of course illegal acts.

Define need. I'd consider appeasing my vanity to be an act of humanistic, egocentric, utmost necessity.

I agree flaming people online is fine. Vandalising private property is not. You are perfectly legitimate in asserting your views online. Just don't assert your views by vandalising my property or any other deviant (illegal) act.

The only argument I need is that it's none of your business. Period. I don't need to be right or wrong. It's just simply none of your business.

I awoke as though from a deeply disturbing dream, and realized I was in fact in a hospital of some fashion. The sterility and sheer whiteness of it all indicated such. Still groggy and not fully functional, I noticed the bed spread and wondered if it was made of natural fibers or some artificial nonsense in a sweatshop in Bangladesh. It was difficult to remember what had brought me to this point, but the bandages around my face, the swollen eye, and arms and legs in a cast served as a reminder of the horror of it all. It was frighteningly vivid, and I had trouble drinking my Tazo Peace Lilly tea, but I forced it down nonetheless knowing that I’d have to deal with the trauma sooner than later, and it'd be better to have some inner sanctity achieved prior to then. Earlier that day, I had taken a stroll around town crying my eyes out at the sheer folly of man. How far we had regressed since the days of mud huts and peace pipes. All around were bulbous bellies of steel clad buildings filled chock a block with devilish corporate worker bees. I tried to take my mind off of it by going to REI. I often found solace scaling their artificial wall of death. On this day however, I knew it was a day for “Changing The Climate!” Yes, that merry band of happy go lucky brothers and sisters that yearn for a better day. I’m proud to say I’m one of those. I moved stealthily around the parking lot in my hemp sandals careful not to be spotted. I purposefully avoided small cars and the lovely line of Subaru Limited’s, and used my mobile emissions alert device to identify suspect vehicles. I was in the middle of Operation If You Drive An SUV You Support Terrorism having just tastefully decorated a rather obnoxious looking GMC Yukon replete with chrome fender and brush guard with a fully bio-degradable sticker using organic paints, when as if from nowhere, a rather athletic looking gentleman sprang forth and proceeded to pummel me with a bag full of vacuum packed food and a Nalgene bottle. With each furious flurry, I desperately tried to sticker his rims too, but he was just too quick and overpowering. As I cowered against his considerably attractive chrome rims, I thought to myself, “You’ve really outdone yourself this time Jimbo.” As the Nalgene bottle blows rained down from above, I allowed myself a snigger knowing that although he’d seen the rear sticker, he had no idea about the ones I placed on both headlights. “That’s one for the annals of changingtheclimate.com for sure Jimbo." I pensively considered just before I blacked out.

Last word - then I gotta get ready for field work, put the chainsaw in the truck (for cutting fallen logs across the road) and use a truck that was made for going where you'll never take that shiny yup-mobile. What I was agreeing to is "If you buy one for how it makes you look, then you're stupid". You said you wanted " to poject the right image to you employees". And at the grocery store I bet. I love to sticker those shiny new ones. It's obvious when rigs are used for work or serious play - and when they'er driven to pick up the kids and lattes. Posers deserve the riducule they get. http://www.changingtheclimate.com Jim, that's just not cool man. It really isn't. If you get collared and some dude kicks your head in then I have to say you had it coming. You have absolutely no right whatsoever to manifest your beliefs in the guise of posting gay fucking stickers on someone's property. That's vandalism done in a most sneaky and underhanded sort of way. If you care about the environment, take the shit you need for work, strap it to a fucking yak and walk to work. I drive an SUV and I fucking ridicule you sad pathetic shiteheads that think you are in a position to ridicule me. You are the object of ridicule on this thread Jim with your poofy antics and smug comments. Go shag a hole in the ground you insolent wankstain.

...for breakfast no less.

Sounds like a child molestor..."bairnies cuddle doon"? Barins shouldnae be cuddlin' doon wi naeb'dy 'cept their wee dollies and teddy bears.