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You didn't specify what mode of transportation you intend to employ. Might I suggest you take a peek in here...

Wellllllll, you've got a ME degree and a Masters... appears that you're just the geek to do it.

Thanks Alex! All of your and Jason's efforts are/will be appreciated, even if we don't explicitly say so.

Fonspa = Divot/Crampon??? I've wasted enough of my time with you. Now off, ya wank.

All right, that took a bit, fighting the kid for the keyboard and all, but here goes... Clintoris made a reference that he was becoming adept at killing off . This reminded me of a scene in Apocalypse Now, where the lieutenant goes around dealing out "death cards" over the dead bodies of the fallen enemy after a skirmish. My post attempted (apparently a poor attempt for some, in retrospect) to make a humorous analogy between Clintoris’s marksmanship skills and those of our armed forces in combat, and between snaffles and the PAVN and VC. Clintoris represents the lieutenant in the movie, and the snaffles represent the enemy. I did a quick search online and find the "death card dealing" scene described above, and posted the image therefrom. You all must know the scene... Lieutenant: “I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like… victory!” Anybody who has ever seen the movie gets a little chuckle, and I thought that would be the end of it... Anyway, now enter you, Fonspa. You interpreted the image as a Tarot card, when in fact, it was a "death card" from the 7th Cavalry Regiment, and posted your incorrect interpretation. I responded to your post and asked you to look again at the card more closely. If you did, you would have seen the "horsehead" design of the 7th Cavalry; it was not a Tarot card. I did another search and posted a larger image of the 7th Cavalry’s shoulder patch so you could clearly see the similarity between the two images. Upon further reflection, I was subsequently led to conclude that there may be several others viewing this thread that do not know the significance of the "death card" practice from the Vietnam War era, or, , have not seen Apocalypse Now. I then proceeded to provide that backdrop for the uninitiated. Since I used the 7th Cavalry as the starting point for my "death card" post to Clintoris, I continued to use that particular regiment in light of the current discussion, and then made note of the fact that the 7th Cavalry Regiment was under Custer’s command when it was annihilated at the Battle of the Little Big Horn. This fact then further reminded me of the book, We Were Soldiers Once... and Young , because it features the true events of the Battle of Ia Drang, where the besieged 1st Battalion of the 7th Cavalry Regiment was under the command of (then) Lt. Col. Hal Moore (other battalions of the 7th under the command of others were soon involved, as were other regiments of the 1st Cavalry Division, but that is not the point in this discussion here). I concluded that post by cautioning readers of this thread to be wary of the events depicted in the movie of the same name, as some if it (the final scene/conclusion, in particular) is entirely Hollywood bullshit. In retrospect, it seems that the need for an explanation caused the thread to drift too far for the intended humor to be recognized and appreciated. For that, I apologize. However, it was never my intention to infer anything disingenuous nor dishonorable about the 7th Cavalry Regiment in particular, nor our armed forces in general. I was only noting a similarity between Clintoris’s situation and that of our armed forces in Vietnam, and the consternation that both of those parties are feeling/did feel towards their respective foes. That is, a desperate conflict with a diminutive, determined enemy who went largely unseen. That clear it up any for you? ...and as Off_White will undoubtedly posit, the humor is lost upon explanation...

OK, bear with me cuz this may take a while because my 3-year-old is sitting in my lap... (switching to MS Word for the benefits that a word processing software will provide)

You're kidding, right?

Please see my response to your OP about "Tarot and skwerls" Yes, you did. Do I really need to do that? Please go back and read your OP, followed by my reply to that post. I think that'll clear things up rather quickly. If not, lemme know and I'll spell it out for you.

Piece of cake... Uncle Y, who else?

Look again, closely, Fonspa. That's not a Tarot card. It's a Vietnam War era "death card" reminiscent of those that were "dealt" over the dead bodies of PAVN and VC fighters killed by our troops. It was a sign, and a warning, to the survivors of who killed their comrades. The image you're seeing above is the Army's 1st Cavalry Division, 7th Cavalry Regiment death card (from a scene from the movie Apocalypse Now), whose logo is the "horsehead" patch (see below). The 7th Cavalry was commanded by Lt. Colonel George A. Custer at the Little Big Horn (1876) and almost 100 years later by Colonel Hal Moore in the Ia Drang Valley of Vietnam (although at the time of the Battle of Ia Drang, Americans were not yet in the habit of dealing out death cards, as this battle was their first major engagement with the People's Army of Viet Nam). More about the Battle of Ia Drang can be found here and in Hal Moore's book We Were Soldiers Once... and Young. PS: Read the book and skip the movie if you want historical accuracy.

Hey foraker, did you mean to post that in this thread, or in Clintoris's "I am the snaffle assassin!" thread?

Postulating... with a regular job, you will tend to have more responsibilities that will take more of your money (permanent lodging, utility bills, clothing for the job, etc.). Dirtbagging entails only needing to find/make/steal enough money to eat, put fuel in the vehicle, and any maintenance the vehicle may require to get you from climbing mecca to climbing mecca. So you only work enough to feed the climbing habit, whereas with having a regular job, you’re still required to pay for the habit, and all the other shit that goes along with having the job. After I quit college the first time in 1979, I jumped on my 750cc and toured the US from Washington DC to Daytona Beach, to Bourbon Street, to Houston, to the Grand Canyon, to LA, to Crater Lake, and back to Texas. After I finished college (the second time), I dirtbagged it from Virginia Tech to Looking Glass (NC), to Red River Gorge, to St. Louis, to RMNP, to Eldo Canyon, to Yellowstone/Grand Tetons, to Little Cottonwood Canyon, to the Cascades. I left home with no money on both trips, working as needed along the way. Climbed more shit than I can ever hope to remember, and learned how to take a shower in a gallon of water. Now, with a regular job (and a family), it’s a rare day that I can get out and have that kind of fun. Case in point: Here I am, on a beautiful late summer Saturday afternoon, sitting at home spraying while everyone else (yourself excluded, apparently) is out climbing.

Shit, clintoris, you need to get yer'sef a deck of these and start passin' them out...

An old Robin Williams joke: Q. What does a toilet seat think about all day? A. Whoooops! Here comes another asshole!

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There is no soul

Oh, the irony.

hmmmmm, if'n I knows my Roman nummers right, that's 1913, but you shoulda written it MCMXIII.

Prove: Climbers come from geek professions Proof: geek professions = higher incomes higher incomes = more disposable cash more disposable cash = greater gear purchasing power greater gear purchasing power = potential climber potential climber = climber (eventually) Therefore, thru the liberal use of the principle of substitution: geek professions = climber QED. Thank you. Class dismissed. Now, I'm off to solve some more triple integrals...

"Don't forget your hat!"

Could one of the mods move this to the appropriate forum? Index is definitely not in Central/Eastern Washington.

So he PM'ed you a too, did he, MisterE?

Yah, ditto on both counts!

Nope. The pro was in the crack formed by the column/pedestal and the main wall. The way I figgerd it, my jump must have allowed me (and the rope) to "beat" the pedestal to the first piece up from the belay.