Formaldehead

Ready? In early earth history, there was extreme vulcanism, which helped to create atomspheric conditions that included high levels of CO2. It is known that CO2 is an atmospheric gas that can contribute to global warming. Early flora and mega-flora fixed the CO2 into cellulose. This reduced the concentration of CO2 in the atmosphere. It also increased the concentration of O2 (Lucky you. The atmosphere went from anaerobic to aerobic.). The cellulose from the mega-flora eventually made it's way to becoming part of sedimentary rocks. Heat and pressure has turned the cellulose into crude oil , coal, and natural gas. These "fossil fuels" (which are mostly dead plants, not dead dinosaurs) are extracted from the sedimentary rocks and combusted, releasing CO2. So, by continuing to burn fossil fuels, we are, in effect, re-establishing the atmospheric conditions that existed during the earlier period of high vulcanism. The earth was once a much warmer place, but the plants took the CO2 out of the air, and it cooled off. Now, we are putting the CO2 back into the atmosphere, and it's warming up again. Questions?

I heard that he's a really likable guy. He's intelligent, articulate, and motivated to improve as a climber. He's not about BS and spraying about how cool he is, but experiencing the good life with good people. I also heard that he's got a great sense of humor, which makes for some hilarity during those long sufferfests. As far as the dead gay guys in his crawlspace, I thank that that is a bunch of bullshit and that without a FUCKING WARRANT, you aren't gonna get SHIT.

"Would you make a sound, when you hit the ground? And I know you'd rather not fall out the window."

The best thing about the "Eastern Medicines" is that they obey none of the known laws of physics, which makes them impossible to understand through a Western lens. Until we develop the "New Physics" required to understand them, they will make sense only to the initiate who "believes" in them. It's all a bunch of bullshit. It's dogma parading as science. Take the sugar pill instead.

Dude...String Cheese is so rad.

Rowdy Roddy knows how to kick some serious ass.

From a quick glance at these statistics , I figure we're losing about 1 US soldier a day. That'll make for about 400 before the next presidential election, if this keeps up, which I feel it will. To the Shrub: Make sure you clean the beer and pretzels out of the carpet when you get the boot so that Howard Dean can just move his stuff in. See ya later, WANKSTAIN!!!

How did he get the bottle past the amniotic sac, to develop his case of "fetal alcoholism"? I'm trying to picture a hard drinking fetus...

"Hey guys! Where's the O'Doul's keg? Me and the Missus are ready to party!"

WI3 X variation on Murchison Falls. Route was decomposing under my crampons and tools as I climbed above a bad pin. ZOIKS!!

Poor you! Enjoy feeding the time clock like the rest of us cunts.

NEVER enter grizzly country without your Ursus Mark VI.

We should totally start a llama farm. Totally.

Want my car? I'll give it to you if you need it. I can get another one.

Dude...let's go to Antarctica to boulder. You can't afford $60,000 for the airfare? DUDE! Bummer!

THANK you Formaldehead. I knew at least one of you fucks had to know that reference.. Sheeesh. Yeah-ba, I'm here for you, tying together the arcane references for the little people, like only I can.

Dude...it's cool...were going to drive down to Patagonia this winter...should be cool...

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel bitter towards the "Trustafarians", a caste of silver-spoon fed somewhat dirty nomads who live off of their parents wealth, and do all the cool things I want to do while I'm at work? And why do they all have dreadlocks?

Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, Bona fide, Electrified, Six-car Monorail! What'd I say? Ned Flanders: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: What's it called? Patty+Selma: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: That's right! Monorail! [crowd chants `Monorail' softly and rhythmically] Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud... Lyle Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud. Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend? Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend. Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs? Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs. Abe: Were you sent here by the devil? Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level. Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can. Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear it's Springfield's only choice... Throw up your hands and raise your voice! All: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: What's it called? All: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: Once again... All: Monorail! Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken... Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken! All: Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! [big finish] Monorail! Homer: Mono... D'oh!

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I'm drinking right now