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Doesn't appear he's going to match it, from the eBay spread. Just that the entire winning bid will be donated to the charity. Still, $851k is nothing to sneeze at!

I have to admit, that was at once both funny and wierd. And I know right where the husband was coming from. Things have improved since shaving my beard off earlier this spring, though...

My daughter Elaina turned 3 yesterday. October must be a great month!!

Stop with the "super fun"!!!!1

Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent.

that just plain sux ass I hope the guy(s) develops ulcers, ingrown toenails, and hemorrhoids, all in the same week. And they never get cured.

Well, there's two kinds of people in the world: Savers and Spenders. I guess you're a Saver. Whenever I manage to finagle a penis pass from the wife, I spend that sucker... fast!!!!1

They are Kozaks (Zaporozhci): linky You'll see the inspiration for my posting style... This is classic stuff! Goat-fuckers, even! From the wiki link: "...According to the legend, the reply was a stream of invective and vulgar rhymes, parodying the Sultan's titles: Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan! O sultan, turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can't slay a hedgehog with his naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a bitch, make subjects of Christian sons; we've no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck your mother. You Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw your own mother! So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding Christian pigs. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse! Koshovyi Otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host

I trust that you haven't given up your "pussy pass" already, have you? If you haven't figured out how to sit around, drink beer, and bullshit with a bum ankle yet, then there's no hope for you whatsoever!

Grumpy, eh? Back in court again, Blake? sorry man, couldn't resist it... But good catch on the punctuation! Kane, Seriously, Billy finley had some good general recs for you. I have an old set of Fisher Air Tours that meet those length and sidecut ratios, and they're reasonably light. IIRC, they are 180s. I don't thinik they make them anymore, tho, not that you would want that particular ski. I fitted them with Fritschi touring bindings, but that was before the advent of the Fritschi Diamir FreeRide binding, which looked pretty sweet to me at the time (but at over $400 shekels was outta my price range). And Kurt was right about being prepared to suck at first. You're going ot be doing alot of face-planting, even if you're an ExtremoMtnDude on the groomeds. Mountaineering boots, no matter how adapted to ski mountaineering they are advertised to be, are going to be "squishy" by nature in the ankle, so you can walk/climb in them without turning into a ER patient. So you're going to be going down a lot early on. Shit, I still crash and burn pretty regularly when I break out that gear.

Hey Mel, Someone usually does that. If I was less lazy than I am right now, I could do a search for "TR: Rope Up 200X" in subject and body, search in All Forums, and go back the requisite number of years, and you could catch up on old times, but I'm too lazy right now. The TRs have great potential for extortion later on in the year until the next gathering. When I went to RU in '05, I managed to stay out of the camera eye for the entire weekend while still being a bumbling idiot, so no one has anything on me.

Good move. Make sure you tape up the doors and windows real tight with Saran Wrap and duct tape. You don't want any of those 'mones sneaking out through the cracks. It'll bring Da Tool a-runnin' with citation pad & pencil in hand right into your fuckin' living room!.

Isn't it obvious to you by now??? The Man (and that includes the NPS) has detectors that pick up the pheromones of folks who could be classed as habitual law breakers. You are exuding huge amounts of this "flagrant law violation" pheromone, and it trips the shit out of their detectors. Then they just follow the indicator screen and home right in. So it's no wonder you keet getting busted.

Not Chinese, but funny story while we were in Vietnam a few years back... I asked our adoption agency laison guy how to order the local beer, a brand called "333" (perhaps the Vietnamese favor numbers for brands - the national cigarette was called "555" - go figure). So he says it's called "ba ba ba", the number "3" being spoken as "ba". Seemed simple enough, right? Well, I'm gonna be all local and so I walk into a bar and sidle up to the counter and proceed to order "ba bah baa", to which the astonished barkeep looks at me with some level of surprise and alarm. A national who was present, and who happened to speak very good English, busts out laughing at me. I turn to him with that international look of "What?? Did I just fuck something up and come off looking really stoopid?" He comes over, and through his fits of snickering, tells me that I just ordered "three old women." Seems if you don't get just the right inflection, tonality, and hold the vowel just right and long (or not long) enough, you end up with quite a different order. I laughed heartily, and bought myself, the national, and the barkeep a round of 333 - the beer, that is! What a trip...

Hey, now.....

POTD!!!1

OK, I'm really intrigued by this anecdote. I did a 4-year search back through the archives with "i-pod" in subject and body, and "ivan" as the username, and only came up with this thread that we're all reading right now. So spill, ivan. Enquiring minds wanna know what was on that 'pod. edit: nevermind. spell it without the "-" and it comes up. the highlight of my day

I nominate this pic for a CC.com caption contest. My entry: "Wow, Mommy! Are those both just for me?" How do you know he didn't just catch a glimpse of me getting out of the shower? Oh kaaaaaaaaaaaay... My amended caption: "Gadzooks, Dad! You made me with that li'l thang?" sorry eric, but you set yerself up like a bowling pin on that one...

I nominate this pic for a CC.com caption contest. My entry: "Wow, Mommy! Are those both just for me?"

D'oh!

Ulee?

How much will you guys pay me not to bring my trombone? You can bring it, as long as it's not rusty...

Wow! 20 years for the repeat.

We have an Eagle Creek (??) for Nicholas (although he's 5 now and never uses it any more) and a Kelty for Elaina (soon to be 3). Nicholas loved his EC when he was younger, but Elaina never sits still in either carrier. It makes it difficult to take them both anywhere, because our (family) range is limited by her personal range and unwillingness to stay in the carrier. I think it's more a kid thing than a carrier thing.

Read this. That's Dave Burdick. He posts here under the avatar AlpineDave. Click on his avatar ( <=== right there ) and send him a PM.