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A panic of "emergency shoppers" cleaned my local grocery of produce, breads, etc. Checkout person asked me if i was "stocking up" "No. Just some shopping..." "Haven't you seen the news? There's a BIG storm coming" Reactive, disconnected TV culture plays out it's drama yet again.

So does Tofino, but the surfing's better

Next week, for me. Thirty-eight....again.

Evil Clown is very quick with a joke, but his jests always have a barb. He has little patience for in-depth discussions and will often disrupt exchanges between serious forum participants by introducing irrelevant topics, fatuous quips, and offhand comments. His greatest thrill is to taunt and humiliate weaker or more plodding Warriors with his snappy ripostes. When a strong Warrior finally corners him Evil Clown will attempt to escape by accusing his attacker of having no sense of humor.

Who's got my stapler?

Mike?

Happy Birthday, Snoboy!

I'm liking the way you think!

10 commandments? Bah! Sanctimonious drivel.

" To hear people say that it was a publicity stunt, that I'm just like Michael Jackson, well, it just tears me up. It makes me sick to my stomach to be compared in that way."

Met up with some folks at the Mile 0 on Friday in preparation for my first outing ice climbing. Arriving 6 hours after leaving Bellingham to bitter cold, and Room 103: Michael playing dangerously with ice tools shortly before jumping on the bed and busting out some "Night At The Roxbury" dance moves...I stayed on the other side of the room, as he had a wild, dangerous look about him. Like a man too long in a small space with an angst-addled Pole. After applying sedatives to all parties, things finally settled down. Woke up at 6:30 to -25 temperatures, went out to the parking lot, and noticed 5 or 6 "back-window drawings" by a visiting artist. Here's one of the master strokes: Got breakfast and headed out, realizing I had not nearly enough layers for this weather. On the windy drive up saw a coyote cross the road in front of us, and knew the Trickster was around for the n00b . It had warmed up to a balmy -20 or so by the time we set out for a 25 minute hike over powder-covered scree towards a small falls. 15 minutes into it, I turned a bad knee on a hidden dinnerplate,a little "rrrr" escaping as I went down. I soon forgot about my knee, however, as we came upon a steam vent under a rock. Steam was pouring out from under it into the cold air, and had created these delicate ice feathers that hung off the belly of the boulder like a boa. We walked by and felt a gush of warm air, and saw a series of stalagmites along the base, as layered as a cave deposit, slowly building, as the steam warmed the stalagtites above. We heard the rush of the water soon after, and I suspected a "not-ideal" exchange of looks as we approached. Water was pouring off the formation, and, as the leader donned the goretex,I couldn't help but wonder, with a naive mind, how it could be this cold and the ice be that wet. After a short pitch that soaked and cabled both ropes, our fearsome leader took off on lead, almost detached a monsterous pillar and set up a double v-thread to bail off. I was wet and freezing by the time all this transpired, and got the screaming barfies on the way down. I was barely able to stumble back to my pack and put on my down jacket (which I forgot to bring, thinking: Short climb!) before the real pain set in. Miserable and wet, I stashed my stuff, one of the cables that was a rope, and stumbled off, my toes, fingers and knee throbbing. Got back to the van hungry and found a frozen lunch. Water too. Cranking the heater to warm frozen potato salad, partners smoothly pulled food out of their inner pockets. Went to do Hell Creek, and was bodily dragged out of the van kicking and screaming by said partners (not really) "We INSIST you do another climb with us!" "" It was actually fun this time! Started getting the hang of it, and since we were soloing, was able to keep moving - a real plus.And it was drier ice, although still a bit brittle from the cold. Got back to the van just at Dusk and headed back to the Motel. Saturday night was great fun, had a few visitors after the Canucks game ( and a few "sheepish" looks at our artiste) : Next morning it was bitter cold again. Someone had thoughtfully inscribed a human-sheep exchange onto my van during the night, so I felt truly accepted. I took much abuse about my insistence that I "try ice climbing again when it is not quite so cold" (read: noway I am going today ) "You must learn to enjoy suffering!" "You just shut your brain off!" I was taking it a bit personally, I must say. Then I saw it, our artists helmet: Amid derisive comments about my sponsorship? with jabs at the stickers on my helmet, I had to laugh at the whole affair. Thanks Coyote, you Old Trickster. And partners for putting up!

Learn to surf. Try Ice Climbing. [check!] Climb more than last year. Do some climbs on the Early Winters Spires next summer/fall. Climb a Big Wall this year. Board at Baker on Bluebird powder days AT ANY COST!

In The 'Ham it's $50/month for DSL and I have basic cable included. It sux cuz CONCast is the only provider. DSL

New Issue of Adbuster arrived, I see.

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"Them's That's Not Busy Livin' is Busy Dyin'" At least you're noticing!

I GOT TIERD OF MAH HOMA COMPUT3R CRASHNG LOKNG UP FOR NO RAASON SO I DID IT DOWNLOAEDD!!111!1 WTF MANDRAEK (I KNOW ITS A N0B VERSION) FDISK AND NOW IMM LIVIN IN TEH FRE WORLD AND I MUST SAY IT HAS COME A LONG WAY GOD STUF CSPRAY1!!1 OMG LOKS GOD IN MOZILA LOL, GarbageMan!

The love must have left with 2 3, cuz I'm just not feelin' it today.

smarter than

The Orgasmatron Discovered by Dr. Meloy during a surgery procedure, this device is a permanent implant in the base of the woman's spine, triggered by remote control. [That thing better have a safety! ] Dr. Meloy is now offering the procedure for a reported $17,000. And transportation to his facility in, ahem, North Carolina. Apparently, there's a shortage of volunteers, much less paying clients?

I was thinking the same thing. Here's some guys waiting for tickets:

Sweet Railin' - didn't know you could do that with XC

Torque

Good friend of mine was a mechanic who had the following torque ranges: finger tight (loosest) hand tight Wrist tight elbow tight (spark plugs) shoulder tight upper body tight full body tight (tightest) very scientific.