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Last night a group was given the advice to wear vapor barrier socks but spray their feet with anti-perspirant first.

Hey, I'm a little touchy about the A-Team, OK? Back off, bitch! They flubbed a rescue of my kidnapped one-legged midget sister from a gang of Toronto water flouridators! Back off!

Fuckin' A, dood! You are SO 21st century! Ole might need dat talcum powder (ehyeww, I just noticed a disgusting joke) while Lena needs dat Miracle-Gro---dry, wet---some days how can you predict? We can gape at the heavens or we can take action: we need chalk research. Kerosene is both a lubricant (=has persistance) and a penetrant (=volatile.) What I'm seeing here---work with me---is something we can market. I'm telling ya, in the Pac NW, there's money to be made with hydrophobic chalk. "Chalkosene" or "Kerochalk," is that floating your boat? Soak chalk in kerosene, then dry it---there you go. Load it into your chalk bag, lined now with Hypalon. (Yer neoprenes & nylons don't do so well against long-chain hydrocarbons) The organic hydrocarbons coated on the chalk pass right through the fatty cells in yer skinflesh & bond the Kerochalk to your fingermeat. Rain is TOAST against Kerochalk! It can be raining frogs but while you're up there screaming for tension on 5.5, that chalk is even soaking into your fingernails. It's that good. Yet, scrape the glop off the five-fingered sisters onto the weeping rock---perv, I'm talking about the chalk---and !presto! them big rock crystals are soakin' up the kerosene and making a serious durable bond chalk-to-rock. It's yer capillary transport goin on there. For your hopheads, it's like when you slam that cold longneck's bottom flat down onto the table and the whole bottle empties before you can say "dollar twenty five wasted!" Oh baby. Pretty soon I'm having my picture taken with Lynn Hill and Tami Knight, oh yehhh...

How could you not want to be on the A-Team. Not that A-Team, foo. I mean the one that turned the world upside down. Ever heard that phrase before, Royalist running dog? BTW, as for the French, the American insurgents wouldn't have lasted 10 months without their money, their Navy, and Lavoisier's gunpowder. An historical haze has come over us lately: Britain and Canada have twice been America's mortal enemy, the Empire a 3rd time if you add in its support for the Confederacy from 1861-1865. France propped America's early Republic until it could stand on its own, and less than a generation later gave our system its first, not last but perhaps greatest, compliment by trying to fashion its revolution on ours. 150 years later, even Ho Chi Minh pretty much copied the American Constitution as his model for Vietnamese nationalism. Canada, its system and mores, have been copied by exactly no one and for good reason. For one thing, the American Confederacy's "states rights" argument is played out now in the 21st century by Canada's system in which the provinces have wide---too wide---latitude over internal affairs, trade, international relations, and environmental protection. Do you like the outdoors, AlpineK? As someone who believes the natural world has its own intrinsic values, I'm appalled at Canada's institutionalized desecration of every natural resource it contains. Canada---its individual citizens abetted by its government---has slaughtered 100's of thousands of seals for mere wages, wrecked the Atlantic fisheries into near-extinction, now rapes the Alaskan fisheries which do not even belong to them, wrecks every forest it can get a road into, uses legal intimidation to silence biologists who suggest their forest practices are killing species, makes a death-land of its oilsand deposits, and gives carte blanche to any mining company's whim. Your lame attempt at oblique sarcasm, "Yeah stupid Canadians..." is appropriate. They're not stupid. Canada is definitely something other than stupid.

I shit you not, once I was admiring a museum photo of one of those clouds and there was a guy telling his g/f that the cloud meant good weather. Mde me think of the Darwin Awards.

Except for canadians. That country was started by Royalist Americans who didn't have the foresight to sign on to the A Team. BTW, as for the French, there wouldn't be a USA without them. Their money, Navy, and Lavoisier's gunpowder saved the rebels.

That's if the meat is cooked. So how DID he cut through the bone? Did he cut the ligaments at the elbow and separate the humerus from the radius & ulna? Anybody read exactly what part of the arm was caught? That someone would think of self-amputation is not so surprising to me, that someone would begin it is hard to believe, and that someone could do it all the way to completion---astounding. When I was an EMT, a surgeon once joked to a drunk 16 year old girl we were sewing up, "pain never hurt anybody." Just read an essay by a U-Wyoming biologist who says pain is an emotional response to a physiologic condition. I bet everyone here has had the experience of being hurt and not feeling it or being unaware of pain until becoming aware of the injury. Most of the challenges in climbing are mental but man, this warps mental right into the ultraviolet.

Ouch! Right to the bone!

From the look of those boots and the flash hider, "tomorrow" looks like 1970. Has-beens live forever in yesterday.

I'd rather be shooting instead of reloading.

Cool use of this board, helping a foreign visitor.

There ya go again, TT, standing up for the Mounties on cc.com. U R a glutton for punishment. Going to turn out tomorrow?

What Ballroom where?

God, pleeze, not the 8th. I have afternoon meetings that Thursday. I want to get to at least one of these things. There's 3 of you I want to hug intimately and 3 of you I want to bust in the schnozzle. I couldn't get all 6 of you to hold still in a bar.

Many suggestions, no decisions. What's it take to get consensus?

Ditto on Thursday vs. Wednesday

Friends of Fred B---that's good.

At the start of the course you were told no one can miss any class without 1st making arrangements to do a makeup at another branch. You were told this. You were told this. You were told this. Is this your 1st encounter with rules being enforced? Everyone sees going in what a rules-based organization the Mtnrs are. If you think you got burned, you went into the deal with eyes wide shut. From the way you write, I bet your personality didn't help you any. Probably none of them really wanted to go climbing with your sniveling, petulant attitude.

I work with a guy who prints every friggin email he gets. We work as a team so I get the same emails. But he's disorganized so he can't find the hard copies 3 or 4 days later. He then asks me to print him ANOTHER copy of a given email so he can act on it. Drives me up the wall.

King George the whatever came over to the U.S. during Babe Ruth's day. Somehow His Royalness was queued for lunch with The Babe at Yankee Stadium. (I kid you not, you can look it up) So Ruth buns up a wiener, turns to King George and in all earnestness, asks, "Want a hot dog, King?" That's as American as apple pie.

Oh shit, look at this!...and who's running my Snow I? I'll be packing my shorts with that teflon chalk if I know what's good for me.

Rule .308, baby. Rule three-oh-eight. Why would the donut eaters be any quicker to take that report? Just drive away.

"thanx and crammit"---oh, that's a chick alright

OK so I wore rock shoes for the 1st time last Wednesday. My hands sweated. Then it poured rain. I'm shopping for chalk and all I can find is water-absorbing chalk. Hydrophillic, y'know? That's BS. What do I do when it rains? What good does the chalk do then? I need water-RESISTANT chalk. Also, how do I get it on the holds? I've been loading 12 gauge shotgun shells with chalk all afternoon. That's the only thing I can think of, shoot the damn stuff up there, but how come they don't mark the holds so I know where to aim? And I forgot to mention about Wednesday---so there I am, hanging like a hound on 5.5, my belayer's some young Scots punk, he's yelling at me, "aye that's it ya friggin yankee wanker, lather it on!" as I glop out handfuls of liquid chalk, handfuls of it dripping down the choss like pterodactyl droppings... This sport climbing stuff is way harder than anyone told me.

Why do they call it an escalator even when it's going down?