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What am I doing? I could be at home knitting. Rock waits for no one.

Are we almost there? Thousands of feet to go yet. Step, rest, step, rest, step.

Whoa, did I miscount? I majored in History. There was a reason.

Where's the magic hold That gets me past the crux move? Seek and ye shall find.

You ask why I climb? No, not because it is there. To see what is there. Harness doubled back, Figure eight with overhand. I am free to climb. Shit, I'm chicken shit Will my feet hold here, I say? One way to find out. Falling, I yell out. How well did I set that cam? It holds, a scraped knee. The laundry piles up, My family wants me at home. The mountains await.

He said, smilingly.

And the more bored I am? The dumber my jokes. Man, I hate that.

I'm bored again, too! Jeez, work. It sucks.

But I just grow it to feed it to my bird. The one on the left--that's what makes it fly. Honest.

OK, it was me. --Potzen

Me, too. I've heard it's really good, but couldn't get into it. Can't remember why...it's been a while.

"Fatal Mountaineer," by Robert Roper, about Willi Unsoeld. A free climbing book I got when working at Amazon.com. Not the best, but it's a climbing book.

I come home in the morning light, My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?" Oh,mother,dear, We're not the fortunate ones, And girlies, They wanna have fu-un. Oh,girlies, Just wanna go climbing. The phone rings in the middle of the night, My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?" Oh,daddy,dear, You know you're still number one, But girlies, They wanna have fu-un, Oh,girlies,just wanna have That's all they really want..... To climb.... When the working day is done, Oh,girlies, They wanna go climbing, Oh,girlies, Just wanna have fun.... Girlies, They want, Wanna have fun. Girlies, Wanna have fun.

I don't think men are allowed to talk about these things. I'm afraid I'll have to ask a moderator to step in.

That's because all of the drivers with SAD stayed home in bed.

Bottles of beer on the wall.

It all began in the room with the purple wall.

It was a dark and stormy night... And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my louse.

So, I'm home, and no longer bored (well, sorta not bored), so we can tie up this thread.

That's about the best segue into sexual innuendo I've ever seen.

Hey, I saw that.

Now, my pretties, I have successfully used you to entertain me for the last hour of work. You are like putty in my hands, like bubble gum in my mouth. Now, I spit you out (pttooi!), and take my leave. Ta ta!

Funny how?