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Are more moderators really the answer, or should we just flame them away?

I would be a little concerned that all of the "links" are .dll files. Probably not such a great idea to be clicking on links to .dll files, you know.

Bobby! You suck!

Do you ever just sit back and gaze in wonder at what you have created?

Willstrickland kicks the ass that the rest of us were too lazy to kick. You

Dammit... Didn't attach....

How about this one?

Fuck not, lest ye be fucked...

You know that you're hardcore when you prefer the icy touch of snow on your bung...

Ebay listings suck. You suck.

You can sell it so long as it's not in an E-Bay listing. Then I will have to bitch. (not than anyone cares)

Fejas - I will be sure to grope my junk before I shake your hand. BTW - you might like to touch it, but noone wants to touch yours.

You could have handled it like a math teacher - Work it out with a pencil.

That's just bad luck. (and funny if your are the one ripping)

mmmm.... fecal coli form

Let's get a few things straight about using the men's room: 1. After pissing, wash, with soap. So you turned on the tap and ran your hands under the water, Congratulations, you know have wet dick germs all over your hands. For effect, jam your hand in your pants right before your shake your boss's hand. I bet he will be impressed. 2. It doesn't matter if I'm tall, I'm not gonna look. I don't want to see your toolkit more than you don't want to show it to me. Really. 3. After visiting a stall, wash, with soap. It amazes me that people don't have some sort of instinctive programming about this stuff. Generally speaking, if you have had your hand in your ass, you should wash it. 4. No eye contact. I really can't stress this one enough. There you are, standing at a urinal doing your thing, and someone makes eye contact. Suddenly, you are no longer taking a leak, instead you are in public, touching yourself. 5. My space is my space. Don't lean on urinal dividers. If I am trying to piss and someone leans in on my space, they may end up with a wet shoe. -discuss-

I just picked up Verve Remixed 2 last night. It's a bunch of classic jazz remixed by some of the today's electronic musicians. Very good shite. It's got Nina Simone, Dizzy Gillespie, Ella Fitgerald and others. Check it out.

So the new forum could be called "mist"?

Dru is going to start throwing poo?

You could also think of it as a .1 Camalot.

1/15840 or about 0.000063131 furlongs

The bolts are about .5" diameter.

The engine for the 737 is held on by 3 bolts, all designed to break. The engine for a 757 is held on by 5 bolts, also designed to break. Think about that next time you are flying cross country.

So if you did something stupid yesterday, would that make you a shathead?

This was in the latest Boealps Newsletter. I thought you might like to read it. A Remembrance of John Miner, Jim Andrues, and Russ Howard by Rick Wire For the past 20 years, John Miner had been coming to the spectacular Canadian Rockies to ice climb. He had climbed all around the world but loved this area best. For those of us who chose to go with John on this annual trek north, great climbing and even greater camaraderie were the rewards. Jim Andrues was a regular on the trips for the last 7 years. It seemed that as soon as 1 trip was over, the planning would start for the next year. It was a special feeling to be invited. This year, five of our teammates (John, Jim, Rick, Kenny and Mike) went and two other climber friends (Micah and Russ) joined them. On Thursday, February 12, our teammates left from the David Thompson Resort in different directions to spend the day on two different waterfall climbs. A cold, sunny, beautiful day for climbing. Rick’s team finished the day early and were back at the DTR by late afternoon. As darkness came, Rick, Kenny, Micah and Mike became concerned that Jim, John and Russ were not back. They knew where they were climbing and Rick and Kenny headed out around 7pm to look for them. They found John’s car and their tracks leading to the climb named Midnight Rambler. They quickly moved up the trail noting the tracks were only pointed uphill. As they got closer to the climb, Rick said the tracks suddenly were covered up by a strangely textured snow. Within a few more steps, their headlights illuminated the debris zone. Perhaps only fellow climbers can relate to the terrible feelings Rick and Kenny felt then. They quickly called out and searched the area. They wouldn’t know till the next day how huge the debris field really was. They found a helmet - then a rope. They followed the rope into the packed ice. They knew their friends were under it. The chopped at the ice with ski poles in vain – it had set hard. The realized they needed help and got to the Saskatchewan ranger station as fast as they could. Sometime during that beautiful day, an unanticipated inversion had settled on the valley warming the upper slopes. Down below where our friends were climbing, it was clear and cold and I’m sure they were having a good climb. A snow field high above and around a blind corner loosened and avalanched down the gully they were climbing. They would have never seen it coming and would have had only seconds to react as it came their way. A search effort by the great rangers from Parks Canada began soon after. Later that night, a dog team found our friend John who had been buried a little more than a meter deep. After searching and digging, the ranger teams were exhausted. They halted the search around 3am. At first light, they were back at the scene. Within a few hours, they had found Russ and finally Jim. Around 9pm, that night of the 12th, I received a call at home from Rick’s wife, Lisa. Her strength and composure was amazing and I truly thank her for this. Within minutes of hearing the news, through tears and hugs we—I and Jeff, my partner and TMRU member of 23 years—knew we had to notify our good friend and fellow teammate Tom of his brother John’s fate. As Jeff made that call, I called those on our team who were closest to John and Jim. After the initial shock and more tears, Jeff and I looked at each other and said, “Let’s go.” I called the folks I had just told the crushing news to and within minutes we had seven of us ready to head North. Twelve hours later, we met Tom and his son Jason at Lake Louise. The RCMP there were kind and professional and welcomed us into their offices. We finished paperwork and arrangements and headed north to meet our grieving teammates. I had been in cell contact with our teammates at the ranger station and fellow MRA members. I just didn’t want our MRA teammates to hear this on the news. Our members at home started a callout, letting our friends and teammates know the tragic news. Much work and support was done by the members back in Washington. In the early evening, we finally met up with Rick, Kenny, Micah and Mike. I cannot say enough or thank the folks from Rocky Mountain House Mtn Rescue Team. When we were in great need, they truly rescued us. We arrived to a warm meal and accommodations in their homes. They surrounded us with protecting, warm compassion as we sat in Yvette and Scott’s living room and cried, laughed, talked and told stories. They let us share our grief in a comfortable, loving place and we are ever indebted to them. The next morning we went as a group to the accident site. Overwhelming grief and tears; a memorial placed—including an MRA cap. The healing would begin; it was time to go home. Our team divided up drivers, we had Russ, John and Jim’s cars to get home, and started the long drive west. Jeff and I accompanied Tom and his son Jason, to Banff to meet with the head ranger of the recovery effort and then to Calgary to pick up personal effects and finish arrangements. We are headed back home for a week of memorials and life celebrations for our friends. In closing, I’d like to say a bit about our friends Russ, John and Jim. I’m sorry I did not get to know Russ; he worked with John. Everyone talked highly of his easygoing, great personality. John had been climbing it seemed his entire life. A career police officer in Redmond, John was devoted to the Boy Scouts of America and Tacoma Mountain Rescue. He was an operations leader and lead instructor for many of our trainings. At first meeting, John seemed stern and professional. That was merely a cover for his excellent sense of dry humor. His stories of “speeding ticket excuses” were looked forward to at our meetings and no one could tell them like John. He also had a deeply compassionate side and was in all ways a true friend. If we took a poll on our team of “most liked” member, Jim would win hands down every year. A kinder person I could not imagine. An experienced and rock-solid rescuer, it always felt good to know that Jim was on a rescue. Jim never said cross words and never complained. Truly a happy soul. Both John and Jim were the type of friends you could call in the middle of the night for help. I know this because I have made those calls to both of them and they came with no questions asked. They were two of our most respected and loved members. They are missed already.