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STFU; party's already full.

STFU, Little Sister. I said 'young' because Layton just turned 30.

Gotta go preview that movie about Christina Ricci getting chained to a radiator in her panties. That should cheer me up. Bye.

Your brain doesn't work normally.

I have a feeling no one misses her very much. You can't use that avatar in Boston, you know.

Circle jerk geh.

I shouldn't be after having my really funny, incredibly original, a extremely poignant super fat chick posting pulled. I was just about to edit and make it even funnier, too.

Man, I don't know where you live, but it sounds like you should move. I run into interesting, attractive young women all the time who constantly complain that they can't find a guy they want to date. Then there's the web. It's normal to assume every woman you'd like to talk to is taken, but a surprising number are single (or want to be). If you can go for it in the mountains, why not apply the same hutzpah to dating? Shitcan the 'she's gotta climb' criterion, though. If she does, fine. But who's going to turn down someone they really like being with because she can't tie a figure 8? Pretty damn arbitrary, if you ask me.

I hear that when you die, all of your jealousy issues evaporate. Your SO would probably be cheering you on right now, or maybe he is, depending on your beliefs. In any case, the last thing anyone would want for someone they love is for them to be alone. A year is, well, a year. Are you over your loss yet? Probably not. Does that mean someone else can't be part of that healing? Probably not. It's normal to have old feelings percolate to the surface during new relationships, particularly when you didn't choose to end the previous one. If your suitor is worth his salt, he'll figure out how to deal with it positively. This guy isn't a replacement for your SO; he's brand new territory. Enjoy the expedition.

My only non-negotiable requirement for partner, previous to getting married, that is, was that a woman a) not be a man, and b) not be a mental health care professional.

She certainly didn't pull herself. Don't worry about it. None of those routes looked like they were ever in shape, anyway. Perhaps I'm just a weighcist.

Hot climbing girls are OK, but Fat Bottom Girls make the rockin' world go 'round.

Go shove a Redbull up your ass, you tool. The New Horizon's probe is the fastest object humanity has ever launched, and probably remain so for the next decade at least. Right now it's doing about 60,000 miles an hour, and that with only a minor gravity assist from Jupiter. It passed the moon 9 hours after launch. Hubble just confirmed the existence of the two new moons it discovered orbiting Pluto last year, for a total of three. That should make for some sweet pix. I hope they've got some really fast film in that camera.

If your S.O. climbs, how the hell are you going to take a break from each other? - The Curmudgeon Viewpoint

They way to make cyclist more visible is to learn how look out for them. How you accomplish this mentally is up to you. If you always need to assume a cyclist is nearby and that works, fine. If you need to avoid cycle commuting routes, fine. Cyclists can control their own visibility up to a point, but most accidents involving them are caused by careless, inattentive drivers. For the most part, American cities do not have the imagination or willingness to create bicycle only pathways, so cyclists are forced to share the road and put themselves at considerable risk. The 'solution' to this is to separate the two, but politically this has not flown in Car Culture Land. And frankly, many American drivers are fucking assholes to cyclists as compared to their European counterparts. It's an attitude thing, made worse by our steroid pumped vehicle sizes. If you want to mitigate the problem; learn how to watch out for cyclists, and next time, buy a smaller car. Or take the bus. Or ride a bike. The onus is on the drivers, who cause most of the accidents, not the cyclists, who are limited in their choice of routes, their ability to 'get out of the way', and how loud a clothing ensemble they can sport.

No one needs to drive at all in NYC.

Hotter than a habanero enema.

Old ladies are even harder to spot. If you don't see someone, that's definitely YOUR problem. A cyclist has no legal responsibility whatsoever to make themselves more visible, even if it's a good idea. If you hit them, that will definitely be your problem in court. Learning to look more carefully, anticipate, and be more attentive is the responsibility of every driver. If you can't sign up for that, take the bus.

"CC.comer in the news" a few posts down. Sorry, dude. Still, any PR is good PR.

Last week someone slammed into my door in a parking lot and didn't leave a note. I'm still shaken up about it.

So geh.

SuperFly x 10.

You guys are slow when probes are involved. WeekendClimberz already posted this one. Yours, The Kind of Jovian Spray

I current wave of sustainable poverty reform in the third world focuses more and more on providing job opportunities through programs that include access to capital, such as micro loans, the use of appropriate, maintainable technologies, such as manual well pumps, birth control (of course), and public education about sources of disease, etc. Often, these can work in concert. In malarial areas, for example, micro loans are provided to local folks to start mosquito net distribution businesses. The sellers provide the public education about malaria prevention. This avoids the inevitable skimming that occurs when you just ship a bunch of food over there (which is necessary in emergency situations). Rx For Survival is an award winning documentary series that describes many of these programs from a public health standpoint. I highly recommend renting it. Way more to the point and educational the arguing about how many toasters Germans have as compared to Americans (completely fucking irrelavent, considering the cultural differences).

I look great in a suit, and as a result I've lost count of how many Brazilian volleyball players I've dated. They're not freaks, they're just people like us, with hopes, dreams, former creases around their eyes from laughing that have been botoxed out; only with way, way better tans. The problem with them, other than always wanting to make love in the surf in full view of their aging parents who are sitting on the beach drinking Pisco sours, is that when you ask them something, they just look at you like they haven't understood a single word you've said. And they can have a temper. Whenever I would turn the heat down to 95, they'd jump up and spike my head. I actually have a bald spot there now. Personally, I think anorexic Spanish Supermodels are much less trouble. And Minx, you're way too humble.