olyclimber

yeah. it appears that we just got goatse'd by the nature channel.

I hardly think that it is scintillating advice to give to a young man who isn't even of legal drinking age!!!!!!11

well i think the important thing here is not to panic. it was just one giant squid. It wasn't an huge army of giant squid riding laser equipped dolphins. We can handle this.

i use arcaterix goretex breadbags. these are available only to select sponsored climbers. it is interesting that there are a lot of people who have advice to give. and/or make fun of advice givers. or make a tangential observation.

above this, no slug backs, i'm rubber you're glue.

no, its the guys above this

Well I don't know about you Bug, but I'm inclined to spew advice, similar to the "Technicle" thread. I'm got a huge reservoir of sage advice that I can call on, and I mean that in the most modest and humble way possible. My suggestion is that the guy in the picture is clearly taking way too big of risks. 1. SAR will have to be called up if he slips. Alot of these SAR folks are volunteer. Do you think they have money coming out of their ears to pay for the gas money to come scrape his body off the rocks below? 2. What about possible climbers below? He is clearly endangering them. 3. What sort of example is being set here? Next thing you know, every 12-year old in the county is going to be going up there and trying to free solo this (without a rope!!!!) and getting themselves hurt or even worse.....killed. And all because this dufus had to go showing off. 4. That route could use a few more bolts, and it would be alot safer for the rest of the climbers who can't just fly up a 5.10.

My average crew went sport climbing on Gorilla My Dreams last night. Good stuff! Gorilla My Dreams

[video:youtube]RGkIfcyyNFQ Vermont is in my posse

were short-shorts more 80s or 70s? i can't remember.

Jake's Response: Thanks for the invite. But do you really climb, or do you just run your mouth on cc.com all day? I see you don't have any trip reports and come to think of it, I've never seen your name associated with one. Anyway, if you do wanna hook up....for climbing or maybe just to play some computer games, compare RAM and video cards and such.....that would be swell. But let's keep it private, OK? I'm pretty sure that if Pope catches us out at Index, he'll invite us to climb routes where we won't always have three bolts within reach at all times, and the stuff he climbs even today will probably make us cry. My average crew went sport climbing on Gorilla My Dreams last night. Good stuff!

well imagine yourselves, but then X that by at least 10 and you start to get an idea of how humble and low key me and my crew are. we like to have fun too, and we don't need bolts to do it. we don't even need a rope, except perhap to mix things up now and again. our accomplishments are even more meaningless and even less of a deal than yours. we also occupy dead center position on the bell curve, so you aren't going to out average us. we're definitely the most average guys, i assure you, way more average than your crew.

HAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA ur trying to hard

http://imgur.com/izjKG.jpg http://www.evangelcathedral.net/

TURD LICKERS NEVER CALLED ME

WHEN AN ANGRY GORILLA CRIES

I only wish UW Rock had a nice gully I could sully up with my gaitors on

I like driving the vehicles that allow me to pay the most at the pump. 60-70s muscle cars. 8 barrel carb.

Gary, the mosquitoes were fucking horrible at Index this evening. I would recommend climbing in the fall when they are dead.

OH HAI! I'M JUST BACK FROM YOSEMITE! WHAT A SHIT HOLE THAT PLACE IS. TOTAL PILE OF SHIT. I CAN'T WAIT TO GO ON MY NEXT TRIP! MAYBE I CAN HAVE A WORSE TIME AND BITCH ABOUT THINGS ON TEH INTERWEB? OH AND ENJOY A PICTURE OF MY FRIEND: I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT, BECAUSE I INTEND TO POST IT APPROXIMATELY 992,345 MORE TIMES , ESP. EVERY TIME I GET IN A COCK MEASURING FEST ON THE CLIMBING BOARDS.

I'm going to ship my cat to New York.

I'm reminded of this skit:

I believe he may be his mother via #2

W. D. Snodgrass offered a Freudian interpretation of the story in The Hudson Review in 1958. His interpretation hinged on the resemblance of "luck" to "lucre", and the vaguer resemblance of both to "love." Snodgrass argued that Paul's desire "to be lucky" represents an oedipal desire to replace his father in his mother's life.

We are introduced to a woman who is beautiful and began life with wonderful advantages and then married for love. This, apparently, was her mistake for things did not go the way they were supposed to. She resented her children although she pretended that this tiny spot in her heart did not harden when they came into the room. Although neighbors and friends lauded her motherhood, the mother and her children knew she was a sham. The mother, the father, the two girls and the boy lived together in a very nice neighborhood with a kind of style that floated somewhat above their actual means. The father had a job, but it depended on sales and his sales never materialized. Therefore, their social position like their assets floated above their ability to pay for them and there was a constant agony about money. The house itself felt the strains of this agony and constantly whispered, "There must be more money!" The whisper rippled throughout the house and the children heard it, especially during Christmas where their wonderful presents, a tribute to the expensive tastes and style of their parents sunk gently under the weight of their cost and added to the tributary of whispering throughout the house. One day, Paul, the little boy asked his mother why his parents don't have their own car? He is told that, unfortunately, they are the poorer members of the family. Why? - The boy asks. His beautiful mother then tells him it is because his father has no luck. Luck is what causes money to happen, the boy thinks. Moreover, nobody knows what causes luck except maybe God, but He isn't telling anyone lately. That's what the boy heard, but that isn't what the boy believed. He believed that God ought to tell. So, suddenly the boy declared to his mother. He was lucky. Yes, he was- because God told him he was. However, he could see that she did not think it was so and he became angry. Therefore, Paul went on a quest for luck. He had to hunt it so he hunted it on the majestic rocking-horse in his nursery. He charged onto space on his magical steed and looked all over the universe for luck. Sometimes he would climb off of it, pause, and look into its big glass eye and demand, yes, demand- that it takes him to the place where luck could be found. He rode his horse vigorously, persistently, madly and did not stop even when his sister Joan and his nurse complained. One day, his Uncle Oscar and his mother came into the room when he was riding. His uncle cried out to him- you, young jockey- are you riding a winner? When he was finished riding, he told them he got to the place all right. Moreover, what was his horse's name? Therefore, Paul told his uncle he had many names and one of them was "Sansovino." Well, his Uncle recognized that name because that horse had won in the Ascot. His mother told him that he knew that name because he was always talking to young Bassett, the gardener, about the races. Uncle Oscar then asked him if Paul ever wagered on the races. Bassett told him to ask Paul himself. Later, Paul tells his Uncle that Daffodil, not a favorite of his Uncle, will win at the Lincoln, another horse race. Paul swears his uncle to secrecy and tells him that Bassett is his partner. When Bassett lent him his first money, he lost. However, when his uncle gave him ten shillings, he won. Therefore, he thought that his uncle might be lucky and could be included in the agreement. The boy told him he was betting three hundred and that Bassett was keeping it for him. Of course, he was keeping at least twenty pounds in reserve. Therefore, his uncle took him to the race. He bet on another horse but put five on Daffodil for his nephew. Daffodil, indeed, wins and it looks as though he now has fifteen hundred and another twenty from his uncle. When he's sure, it's as if he "gets it from heaven." The uncle takes both of them into the park so they could talk. Most of the time, if Paul is certain, they win. Bassett thinks the uncle should go in as partners. He isn't sure, yet, because first he must see the money. Bassett then brings him the fifteen hundred pounds from the garden house where he keeps it. The reserve is left with the Turf commission. There isn't much left to say so Uncle Oscar becomes a full partner. When the Leger races came, Paul chose Lively Spark and, at ten-to-one, they all made a killing. This makes his uncle a bit nervous. He tells his uncle how he started this for his mother- and to keep the house from whispering. He wants to tell his mother, but he doesn't want her to know how lucky he is or she will stop him. Therefore, the uncle figures out a way for them to give money to the mother in secret- a thousand dollars a year for five years. Meanwhile, his mother had been trying her hand at commercial art. By helping her friend she could make some money but not nearly as much as her friend to whom she was contracted. She was competitive with her friend and this took a lot of the joy out of it. Finally, during breakfast, she reads the letter from the lawyer announcing the money. However, instead of being happy, she puts on a hard, cold look. It turns out she went to the lawyer and tried to bargain for all of the money. Paul concedes secretly to his mother's wishes. After all, there is some left to get a lot more. Nevertheless, when the money was transferred, a funny thing happened. The house expanded its cries for money- as new furnishings appeared, a guaranteed attendance at Eton, flowers in the winter. It wanted more and more money and the cries frightened the small boy and he began to lose his certainty. He loses at the Grand National. He loses at the Lincoln. He has become stressed and anxious and is crying out to win at the Derby. His mother begs him to go to the Seaside to rest. There has been a lot of gambling in their family and she is concerned about it. However, he doesn't want to leave the house until after the Derby. She relents, thinking that he just loves the house. However, it is not the house he wants to stay for- it's his rocking-horse in his bedroom. His mother doesn't like it. She thinks he is too big for it. He insists he must have it until he can have a real horse. As the Derby approaches, his mother grows nervous about him as she watches his mounting anxiety. She is scared for him. Once, she leaves a party to telephone home, to check on her children, particularly Paul. When she and her husband go home, she goes upstairs. She hears a strange noise from the bedroom, one she cannot completely recognize. She then enters and sees Paul. He has been riding his rocking-horse in the dark. He screams out, "Malabar!"- In a strange voice, chilling her, scaring her, he falls off the horse, crashing to the ground. He is fevered, in a delirium, crying out the name of "Malabar," one of the horses running in the Derby. His mother was frantic for him. His eyes became blue stones as he tossed back and forth in his bed. Bassett says he could come up. The mother, eager for someone to help, agrees. He leans besides the bed and tells Paul that he's made over seventy thousand pounds and he now has over eighty thousands. Paul, delirious, awakens. Am I not lucky mother? - He says. He never told her, but if he rides his horse, he gets to the lucky place. No, she was never told. Then the boy dies in the night. The uncle says a curious thing. He says to the mother that she's eighty thousand ahead and one son behind. Perhaps it is better, because the poor boy had to ride "a rocking-horse to find a winner."