Raindawg

Forget Gore! Klimbers 4 Kerry will save the day! They were able to help Bush get re-elected, so they probably could do something about global warming! Yee-ha! Mr. John Kerry: always doing his part! And here's John Edwards, always checking his part:

Clint Howard dates your mom....discuss. Getting ready for that big night out! Lookin' good! Step aside, Jr., the Clint-Meister is here to whisk your mom off to Dream-City! googookaju!

Dude....sit down! This was the first time I've seen it and it was great! How about you spend a little less time on the computer and a little more time in some fresh air, eh? Thanks, Flush. Keep contributing great stuff like that despite the comments of Mr. "been there, seen that already".

The simple answer to your rather involved scenarios: SEND IN BIG LOU!!!

They ain't got a show nor a story without this guy: BIG LOU!

IT'S PUB CLUB, BABY-STYLE!

Bad dog...get rid of him. You might be next.

Gustav's...back in the day, way before it burned down...it was kind of a hippy joint, with a bunch of vegetarian stuff on the menu...pizzas, burritos and their like...but it was all quite good. The food items were named after Leavenworth climbing routes..., "Yellow Bird" pizza, etc., the walls were covered with climbing pictures contributed by Northwest regulars and it was a major post-climb dining spot for some time. The owner (or manager) was a climber and I recall trading some booty we had retrieved off of Snow Creek Wall for a nice dinner. Those days are LONG over! It was half the size it is now, but still I find the food there decent...if you can find a seat! Other old-time Leavenworth climber hangouts were the Tumwater Cafe ("Scumwater") and the Edelweiss ("Edelscheiss"), both of which served edible breakfasts. And then there was the Ski Tavern with its jukebox full of Pasty Cline and friends, and the legendary Icicle Tavern (with its infamous backroom known as "the Ghetto"). Wild things happened there...and the "Dumpster of Love", or one of its descendents, can still be seen in the alley behind. Most of these places have now been converted to trinket shops. The owner of the Icicle Tavern now operates the "Post Office Tavern", so I heard, which is a great mix of locals and visitors. Good times!

Which country has the best climbers? BIG LOU.....end of story. The rest of you poseurs may sit down.

You know why Bush got re-elected? Because "Climbers for Kerry" didn't mobilize the masses. It's their fault, you know...go ahead, ask John Kerry...he'll tell you.

Thanks for speaking for the rest of us, Mr. Blowboarder. What we're seeing here are some hardcore climbing groupies. Desperate, starstruck groupies mob the lecture stage at the annual meeting of the American Alpine Club. The sucka on the lower right corner is starting a chant of "Sharma! Sharma! Sharma!" By the way, which country has the best climbers? Without doubt it's the U.S. based on the achievements of Dwayner and pope alone.

Hey...I think I recognize that dude who's pictured as that maniac-ranter's "avatar". Seems I met him down in socal during my socal youth. Wild dude...lives in the northwest now. Awesome!

Maybe he can hang out with Nick Nolte now!

Did someone say, "Olson Twins"?

Is this O.K.? I hear that one of them has a cousin, whose sister's boyfriend's niece's neighbor's brother has been out to Big Rock (a.k.a. "Big Joke") down near Perris Lake!

Dude! Don't harsh the man's buzz...he wants to believe it was an earthquake so let him run with it.....just this time, o.k.? Once, I found some tattered webbing up on a peak and a friend of mine suspected it was one of them apple-eater creatures: you know the type: chipmunks, squirrels and their bushy-tailed relatives. I, however, think it was Bigfoot, and continue to think that, and I'd prefer not to hear otherwise. So, have you checked the bent hex for micro-faulting?

You write that yourself, Petey? What's that? ...I didn't think so. Seems to me that's a little "free borrowing" from a certain F. T. Marinetti's "Futurist Manifesto".

Yo, yo, yo, sup, crag-dawgs? Don't be dissin' on the mags! They're a great sourcebook for freaky haircuts, tats and hats, power-poses that attract the babes, vulgar turns of phrase, and who's HOT RIGHT NOW on the bouldering circuit. I've gots copies right here in my hoo-ride... Later suckas! I'm outta here to send a little sickness at Honemaster's Rock-Star Gym where I'm KING SHIZZLE! "...off to da gym ..to crimp for some trim" (if ya knows what I means) Kool Master Krank Dawg

oooooooooo! "I know you are but what am I!" Once again, you ask for a schvantz-measuring competition as if you think that will somehow resolve any question being discussed. Whatever...

Here's a real "leashless" tool for you : the only things it's lacking is a place to plug in an ipod along with an expresso spout in the handle. You want to go leashless? Grab one of these bad-boys, give the shaft a little grippage with some X-country ski wax, and start wacking:

BillA: Well howdy-hey, Bill! Thanks, but no thanks...you can keep that li'l phone number and save that scrap o' paper for the gals at Hooters. Dude...you were the guy makin' the assumptions about folk's experience because they disagreed with you. Whatever, gurlfren. I think it's been explained well by now. It's not an environmental issue we're discussing here, it's whether or not you're suspending yourself from something artificial. If you're mind is "boggling", I can't help you, although maybe you should try some of this: You got answered in kind. And then there's this Tobin guy: Yo! hip-hop homey street-cred beta solicitin', leash-jivin', spellin' the word "straight" with "str8", and "ass" like "azz", ice-hone-master-thinks-he-is, name-droppin' alpine G! Yo! Be talkin' like that make you sound like you str8 out of Eatonville, Washington!

Are you socially retarded making comments like that? Do you, Yet-Another-Anonymous-Guy-On-The-Internet, even know the climber you are disparaging? Obviously not. I happen to know "pope" quite well and he's a well-rounded alpinist and an excellent rock climber. Obviously you don't understand his allusions. I've done plenty of time on ice and I agree with him. So, disagreeing with you makes us retarded, eh? That's, like, so jr. high! Perhaps you are a little bit ronery? Click the above to find out.

Hey Lord of the Sofa....I agree with my buddy, pope...ice-climbing is all one big form of aid or another anyway, so keep it leashed when you're swinging those dang deals...even if it's just a "keeper sling", so you won't drop it on your buddy or (worse yet, someone else) and cause some sort of epic when it slips away and you resort to one of those pathetic Half-Pint-"Third-Tool"-Maybe-It-Might-Save-Your-Butt-Maybe-Not-Keepsakes. Unless, of course, you, yourself are "The Third Tool". Check out this contemporary and oh-so-hip leashless experience:

What do I think? I think you're a rather disturbed tool to be asking such a question...why don't you head off to REI and weigh the various merits of quick-draws. You'll sleep better with all the dreams of Exit 38 glory. whatever....

RE: the parking space crapper who produced the large mound: Some likely suspects: 1) A skinny supermodel who's been holding it in for many weeks. 2) A family of hippies...mom, dad, the kids, all contributing to the pile in order to make some sort of ecological statement about cars and the environment. 3) Or perhaps it was this young lady.... (click if you dare.....) Illustration: Hippies rejoice at the news of another successful parking space soiling.