rbw1966

quote: Originally posted by CascadeClimber: I seem to have particular problem with poles, which I go through like potato chips. Talk to Trask. Maybe you and he should have a sauna together.

As long as you aren't sportin' the daisy-dukes I'm a happy camper. "Cuff'm and stuff'm" Roscoe P. Coltrane.

quote: Originally posted by fern: quote:Originally posted by Muffy The Wanker Sprayer: 1) Biscettes and gravey with a side of french toast ha. this is so Oregon. I never heard of biscuit gravy until I went to the Big O. You never had a big "O" before? Biscuits and gravy are big in the south. And the military. Correllation between eating B&G and multiple casualty assaults?

Do a google search on rec.climbing re Protrero Chico. There was some driving related info there a year or two ago.

Yo TG, bro. Had some of the Terminal Gravity Ale at the Pro Row pub club. Very tasty beverage. Kudos my good man. I generally stick to Deschutes brews or Guinness but I'll be a frequent purveyor of that fine malted brew.

You gotta stop puffin'

Ok, thats it--time for a bolus of IV caffeine. Stat!

quote: Originally posted by texplorer: Real mountain routes are too hard to be luggin up a pair of heavy skis on your back. I hear they got lots of real mountain routes in Eugene. Skis cut the approach AND descent time. Err. . .I mean randonne is french for can't tele. [ 10-30-2002, 01:54 PM: Message edited by: rbw1966 ]

quote: Originally posted by Dr Flash Amazing: Third from top of page! Time to go to the blue column on the abacus for the accurate count Dr.

Yeah--they were buying them in seattle, trucking them to Portland and selling them out of the back of a van by Pioneer Square. Fuckin' squealers.

Smoked salmon eggs benedict OR the applesauce french toast at the Alpenglow Cafe in downtown Bend. Life just doesn't get much better than that.

quote: Originally posted by fern: delerium tremens is too much of a hike. i am fat and lazy and want to belay off the bumper. Like this guy?

quote: Originally posted by trask: That sucks to ditch your wife man. I would have stayed with her. I'm guessing you would have stayed with anyones wife assuming she was hairy enough. On a serious note, I hope everyone makes it out safe and sound.

Too much coffee. I feel like Beavis after drinking espresso.

quote: Originally posted by vegetablebelay: How 'bout that Canadian pig fucker? I haven't seen that movie. Trask, care to chime in with a plot summary?

Sex starved? Isn't he the one with gads of puppy-porn? Remember Jon, lipstick around your hand does NOT equal a girlfriend.

At the same time.

Wow--1812?? Yikes, I stand corrected. Canadians are emminently qualified to join the worlds powers on the stage of modern warfare. We'll make room in the stables for your horses.

A canadian giving adice on how to conduct war is akin to a priest giving a lecture on sex.

I'm not an attorney--I just play one on TV. I'll get back to you on the case law and restatements question. I personally worked on two cases, one involving biner failure and one involving a harness failure. The harness failure occurred in Arkansas or some place near there. p.s. you may want to do a post to rec.climbing for a more national response. [ 10-29-2002, 03:26 PM: Message edited by: rbw1966 ]

quote: Originally posted by Greg W: I never said it was inaccurate, just sensationalistic and devoid of meaning. There is no point or conclusion to that story, just an attempt to demonize the military. And I don't just don't like Necro; he's a pussy for not showing at the Rope Up. Ahhh--I missed the point in your original attack on necro where you said it was "sensationalistic and devoid of meaning." I thought they were trying to conclude a correlation between military service and sociopathic behavior. Whether a correllation exists or not I leave for someone else to decide but its thought provoking nonetheless. I agree it was sensationalistic. Do you ever find yourself wondering whether the activities of your government may be questionnable?

Did I miss something? What was factually inaccurate about that article?

I don't know how things work in WA with respect to product liability law and climbing. However, Oregon sounds a bit different. I used to work for a law firm that represented several climbing manufacturers locally. These product liability suits were no more or less often discharged via summary judgment than any other tort I have worked on. If lawsuits were routinely thrown out then why do you think gear manufacturers pay so much for insurance? Or even have insurance for that matter. A product has to perform to its advertised standard or its defective. I've never heard the argument that just because you climb your gear doesn't have to meet industry standards. As for contingent fee cases, there really is no fairer way that I have seen to litigate for the little guy who doesn't have pockets bulging with cash. The problem I see, and its just a philosophical one to me, is that often times plaintiffs' attorneys have to do a cost/benefit analysis in determining whether to accept a case or not--regardless of the specific merits of the case. Oftentimes it costs so much to pursue that the costs outweigh the recovery, or the recovery is so small that its just not worth it. But that doesn't remove the wrong.

quote: Originally posted by gregm: so, did anyone else's youthful indiscretion involve a police officer calling for backup? anyone? Backup you ask? Read on, for a real gem. I was stationed at Ft. Benning for two of the four years of my illustrious military career. For those who don't know, this is in Georgia, a.k.a. the armpit of the south. Coming back from leave before my transfer to Deutschland, I brought back party supplies. In a small paper bag I had some schwag and a tiny sneaker-pipe made outta pipe fittings. You know what I am talking about? Sure you do. Anyhow, my first night back my buddies and I head to Little Richards for the gentlemanly sport of billiards (and a little T&A viewing). At some point we head out in the parking lot to partake of the party supplies and a waitress spies us puffin' and starts yelling at us. We wrap things up and out of fear I stash the sacajaweeda behind a bush around the corner from the entrance. Well, when we decide to leave I stumble outside to recover my equipment and stuff it into my back pocket. When I come back around the corner one of GA's finest undercover police officers confronts me and asks me to empty my pockets on top of his trunk. Having just seen some stupid movie where the hero does the same, I drop my wallet on the ground thinking I'll just stuff the package under his car. Apparently he saw the same movie and watched me like a hawk. Scratch that idea. He takes my wallet and starts reading my ID as I pat my pockets to buy time. I decide "fuck it, if I am gonna get busted I'm gonna make him work for it" and hurl the bag over his car and into some dense ivy. He ducks and covers thinking I'm tossing a punch his way (yeah, like I'm THAT stupid). After he recovers he starts shouting "That was real stupid" as if I didn't already know it. So, whats he gonna do right? He makes me get into the back of his car ("I'm holding you for questionning") as he AND THE WAITRESS start combing the ivy looking for my party supplies. At this point I'm mulling over what size jumpsuit I will need for the county jail. Remember my friends? Well, they come around the corner looking for me. I knock on the car window to get their attention and they immediately think I am smoking out with The Man. I wish. Anyhow, one of my bolder, yet monstrously dumber compadres says real loudly "hey guys, there is 6 of us and only one of him." The Man immeidately calls for backup. Only took a few seconds it seemed for the biggest, baddest and absolutely fattest county sheriff to arrive and my "friends" scattered. The undercover cop finally gave up looking for my sacajaweeda and let me go, but not before he copied my military ID. He smiled as he told me that he would turn the info over to the MP's so I could plan on getting piss-tested on Monday. The next morning I went back to Little Richards and found my supplies within 5 minutes. I then studied diligently for my test. True enough, the MP's piss-tested me on Monday but the results came back negative. Only test I can remember being glad I had failed.

Three contributions and a joke: First, used to climb a drainpipe to the top of a building directly across the street from the North Precinct HQ of The Man then proceed to throw stones at the plexiglass windows until The Man would leave said premises and attempt to give chase. We quit before they discovered our secret descent spot reached by jumping short chasm between two buildings. Second, at about age 4 I discovered the magic of F-I-R-E. Lived in BFE, Oregon (it was BFE then anyhow) and was playing at neighbors house, in the garage, about a 1/4 of a mile from our house. Decided to get romantic with playmate (neighbors daughter app. 4 years old as well) and the garage ambiance wasn't cutting it. What better way to get your groove on then candles? Sadly we forgot to blow them out. I remembered shortly after watching fire trucks roll by as I was eating cookies and watching Captain Kangaroo back at my crib. Third: I used to think I was a pretty stupid kid till reading some of the posts on here. Probably one of the dumbest things I ever did (but I wasn't a kid at the time) was speed rappelling and having a contest seeing who could come closest to the ground before stopping. Did I mention that we were rappelling from a german overpass? We did this several times using a hemp rope I had commandeered for this purpose from our supply room. Everything was hunky-dory till my new shiny kernmantle rope arrived in the mail from REI. "Huh? What's 'dynamic'?" Guess who cratered first? Joke: Q: what are the last two things out of a redneck's mouth? A: "Hold my beer" and "Watch this!"