olyclimber

You pass. I'll climb with you. PM me if you've got something in mind.

I'd like to take a small bit of your time to advertise my patented partner selection process. It only takes minutes, and you'll be please with the results. I can't really reveal any of the details, but I do take PayPal.

Here are some more questions to ask: 1. What is the hardest climb you done? Why? Why? Why? 2. Demonstrate a munster hitch. (trick question) 3. Who is Fred Beckey? What mountain did he have a FA for (another trick question!) 4. What is "spooning"? Who is your favorite partner to perform this with? Why? Why? 5. Have you ever failed a personality test? 6. Do you like gladiator movies? 7. Half empty or half full? 8. Do you know who I am? Tell me about myself. 9. How many posts do you have at cc.com? 10. Have you ever Z-clipped in the gym?

I don't see how you can beat just going to local crag with someone and climbing something. There are general skills and then there is climbing ability, you can make an assessment just by observing in some semi-controlled conditions...and also just by their attitude. But determining whether you're going to climb with someone just by interrogating them doesn't seem to be great way to start off a friendship of the most funnest. I would think someone with allergies would know it and be concerned for thier own life and let you know?

I always give my partners a belay test before I'll climb with them. But if they have a belay card from somewhere else, I usually accept it.

Up in B'ham I worked with a guy who was given to violent fits of rage at no notice what so ever. He worked in the recieving department at the Homebase that used to be up there, and I remember him having one fit at a pallet of lightbulbs...which he proceed to wrap up and put up in top stock...I doubt there was a bulb intact in the whole pallet. You just stayed the hell out of his way until it was over.

so....swaterfall, was it one of these to guys that you're talking about?

Thats because he is popular with ladies.

Heading over to FF to get liners fit by the "Sultan of Skiing" tomorrow.

That would be Dolly and Kenny, you ski ballet punter.

You're preaching to the choir. But you swallow.

Its my theory that it's all just theory. Shadows in the cave, that is what we are, sail away with me, to another world.

I actually had a plans to weave a Jacob's Ladder through the quickdraws, but The Man @ The Gym ain't haven't it with my fancy showboating. Especially since it was a test, and whatnot.

I culled through many thousands of cake images on google to pluck this one especially for you E, on your special day: Enjoy!

Jen, other than whats mentioned and what you could easily find out yourself by tying in "climbing in Java" in google, I don't have anything to add. But if you're in that region and you have any interest I have a small handbook titled "Climb Singapore, a climbing guide of Singapore and West Malaysia" you can have if you stop by that area. PM me with an address if you interested and I'll mail it to you. I don't think I'll be in that area anytime soon, so you might be able to make better use of it.

Is this a caption contest? "Hello! Come here me pretty! Hello! No....me beak ain't sharp! Hello! Give us a peck! Hello! Give us a peck! Ohhh....time for a shotgun wedding! Hello!" EDIT: Oh, and BTW MisterE, that is one good looking bird!

Mmmmmm.....what's Tim Horton been cooking up for me?

Well, I forgot to mention that I had drank a bunch of castor oil before the test. Then I puked everywhere, and it caused a chain reaction and I had my revenge! But...I still z-clipped the beyotch.

When Gary was here for his latest book reading and signing, I waited from nearly the end of the line, and when it was my turn to get my books signed I threw the books at him and then bum rushed him and gave him a giant nugey. OK, not really. Just got a couple books signed. That was it. And told him to stop hitting on my wife. He is a nice wizened old man.

The rules of engagement were written on the wall when you walk in the door. After nearly a year of training for this moment, I felt strong and driven, even after a recent illness. For months, I had punished myself, pushing myself to the limits,and it seemed there was no bottom to my lack self confidence. I tried hide from it, and ignore the searing, all-seeing eye. It sought me out everyday, and let me know I was inadequate. Still, my self hatred drove me onward to the goal in front of me. I had no choice but to face my fear...the unthinkable? Could I do it? Doubts blackened my mind as I tied on the ropes. I focused the rage, spurned on by the dark venomous snakes crawling and spitting thier poison in my belly. There was no turning back, and so I started up the route, as the snakes rose up in my stomach, writhing in my throat and choking my breath with fear. I fought it back, and struggled upward. Click. I could breath easier. The snakes retreated, and I moved upward. The next goal was in site, I reached up....click, and made ready to move on. Oh wait...somethings gone wrong. OH FUCK! OH SHIT! GAA-OOOOOOGAH! GAA-OOOOOOOGAH! WAH! WAH! WAH! .......Z-CLIP ALERT! Z-CLIP ALERT! Z-CLIP ALERT! LEAD TEST FAILURE! FAILURE! FAILURE! Everyone in the gym stopped in their tracks and stared. I hung from the top rope in shame, the test lead rope zig-zaggin on the wall down to the ground. Beta-monkeys and Prana tops alike attempted to stifle thier laughter, but the crescendo rose louder and louder, and soon the whole gym rang with shrieks of laughter as they pointed at me and rolled on the floor, kicking up cloud of chalk. As I was lowered to the ground, I could feel a brand burning into my forehead....a large, scarlet "L". Oh, and thanks JayB for the belay. I'll get'er done next week, now that I actually have figured out how to "properly Z-clip a bolt ladder". This pie tastes pretty good, but I don't plan on eating it again....but then, I'm always outdoing myself. I'm hoping everyone else it enjoying this as much as I am.

Alpental

Sad news indeed. Be careful out there!

BRING THE STOKE!!!

Did you know that ancient mammals survived by eating the fossils of tiny dinosaurs? Mmmmm....crunchy! details