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mvs, None of the Bods have a belay loop. None of them ever did. Use the locking biner to hold the crotch loop to the waistbelt as you currently must do, but stop right there. Insert your belay device/rappel device into the solo locking biner and... voila'! Good to go. I'm curious. Why would you add the second biner to your set-up? Are you trying to achieve a 90* rotation to your device(s) for some reason?

A buddy of mine told me that he was getting a blow-job by this Asian hottie at college years ago. He had chowed down on a bunch of onion rings earlier in the day, and he was "straining the mighty strain" to keep the farts in. She was going down on with so much gusto and doing such a great job, that he finally couldn't stand it any longer, and a huge gas cloud exploded out of his ass while she was polishing his knob. "Knocked her clear across the room!" he said. She yelled a bunch of shit at him in Thai, Korean, Japanese, or sump'in, and got dressed and stormed out, with him 9/10's finished. He never got her to come back again.

Ya know, I just don't know where people come up with this crap. I have three climbing harnesses (I had four, but I gave the "size Small" to the wife - I'm getting old and fat). All are BD Bods of one variation or another, to wit: 1. Medium BD Bod with padded waistbelt for sport and summer trad climbing (when you aren't wearing a shirt or jacket - keeps the belt from chafing). 2. Large (unpadded) Alpine Bod (so it fits over extra clothing layers) for alpine climbing and glacier slogs. Stripped down to just the harness itself and the gear loops. 3. Large (unpadded) Alpine Bod for ice climbing (so you can put it on over jackets, shells, bibs, etc.). I added ice tool holsters and Trango spring-clippy-thingies for racking screws. I leave this one "as-is" because it just became too much of a PITA to remove and put back on the holsters and screw racks between climbing seasons. So I bought #2, above. ANYWAY, I have never had the problem that so many folks infer by their stated fears about the Bod. That's just all BS. Mebbe if you hang-dog on sport routes all day it could become, shall we say, unpleasant. But if you climb decently, and when you fall you get back on the rock instead of resting on the rope, there is no problem with these harnesses. It won't squash your balls unless you're seriously weighting it, so just don't weight it heavily, at least not for long periods of time. Oh, and BTW, SOMEBODY must be doing something right with these harnesses because Yvon seems to keep on making them! Now, if you wanna talk about a real ball-crusher, try out a Whillans Sit Harness (if you can still find one). That was my first harness years ago, and I used it for all of about 2 climbs before switching to the Bods. Never looked back.

And then there was this one from a thread back around last Thanksgiving...

Years ago. I had been climbing about 2 months at the time. Partner and I were climbing the granite slabs at Stone Mountain, NC over Thanksgiving break. It was getting dark, and we needed to get out of the park before the rangers locked the gates. My partner asked if I was ok to descend from the Big Ledge (about a pitch off the deck) on my own, and he was gonna hoof it on over to the car to put it on the other side of the gate. What did I know? I had easily soloed up to the big ledge earlier that day (it's about 5.4). How hard could it be to solo down? I told him I would be just fine, and asked him to take the rope with him so it wouldn't be dangling all over me on the downclimb. Well, I found out about how hard it was. After several false starts, slipping on pine needles on the descent slab, grasping desparately at meager slab holds, panting heavily, fear welling up in my guts, darkness falling rapidly and getting colder, and clutching my asshole up into my colon several times, I decided to just wait it out until Frank came back for me and led a rope back up... Frank didn't come back, but the rangers did. I ended up getting bull-horned to death by the ranger, until he shut up long enough to understand that I couldn't climb down. They finally let Frank back into the park, and he soloed up to me and we rapped off. Then I got the Lecture from the rangers. Thus ended my first solo. Never soloed again until I'd been climbing about another 10 years after that.

I witnessed a friend of mine do this in the field before. I tried it. I need to be more flexible than I am. If you have a bad back, don't try it. 1. Stick tip of ski into ground with bottom of ski facing out and away behind you. 2. Twist around in order to clip rear of skin to heel of ski. 3. Slide hand down ski with skin in palm, sticking skin to ski as you progress toward center of ski. 4. Bring ski up and around to front, with bottom facing out and away, and stick heel of ski into ground. 5. Starting at center of ski where you left off, lean forward and continue pressing skin to ski until you reach the top keeper. This is where it gets difficult. 6. Figure out how to get the top keeper over the tip of the ski without falling down or wrenching your back out of joint. 7. Repeat with other ski. 8. Huff it uphill to earn your turns.

Why do tornadoes always touch down in trailer parks? Why do school buses always stall out on railroad tracks?

Bummer about your car, allison. Did you all know that you can go down to your local PD and ask to go for a "ride-along" with an officer on duty? I did that a few times. The best one was when I selected southeast Yakima (local drugs/gangland sector) as the target cruise area for the Saturday night/Sunday morning shift. Lots of COPS action that night, lemme tell ya'!! Bad boys, bad boys. Watcha gonna do?

Then click here. PS: The Bud Light ones are the best, especially "Barbeque".

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Oh, I wasn't talking about taking sides or anything like that. I was just noting that I agreed with your logic for the debatable point of the underpinnings of Catholicism, as a "recovering Catholic" who doesn't go to his "CA" meetings.

Discuss, please. Do you say this because of Christianity's early spread under the (pagan) Roman Empire? Or do you have another basis? The debate, as I see it, primarily involves pagan elements in many mainstream "Christian" religions, many of which can be traced to the Roman Empire's practice of melding pagan religions with 'Christianity' to make it more palatable to the subjugated peoples... As I suspected. We agree, then. Could explain why I quit going to Mass almost 30 years ago, and renounced all major religions as "support mechanisms". Am I an atheist? No. Am I an agnostic? Yes.

Discuss, please. Do you say this because of Christianity's early spread under the (pagan) Roman Empire? Or do you have another basis?

Beware the Ides of March (3/15). Speaking of winter, anybody know what happened today with ol' Punxsutawney Phil? Never mind. I found the answer here.

Simply put: No, minx, you're not. for the trilogy

Classic!

I get numerous requests/suggestions from the folks I work with (and have worked with) that I should write a book of my "experiences" as a child and young adult. I'm sure that a lot of us on this board could do the same, and they would all be highly entertaining reads. We just don't want every dumb-ass thing we ever did recorded for posterity.

Not trying to be a butthead, but mebbe you should correct the date for posterity. I've never known February to contain more than 29 days. Never mind the fact that, unless you're travelling between space-time continuums, your stated date hasn't even arrived yet (in this space-time continuum, at least).

Where, exactly, at WP were you skiing when you encountered the avalance? Just curious...

Yeah, sounds great. That's what a cordellette is made from is perlon in that same range (same for prussiks, btw). That's what I use for personal anchors at belays, instead of the single point attachment that you seem to be using/want to use. And the cordelette can be attached to 2 or 3 anchors simultaneously, which your method cannot, giving it more redundancy. And, yes, what Billygoat said as well. I often start my top anchor with a clove hitch to get my second off belay quicker so he/she can get ready to follow sooner. Then I build my anchor and insert the cordelette into the system. It's easy to dump the clove hitch if you need/want to after everything's up and tested. Another benefit of the clove hitch to anchor is that you can put the knot exactly where you want it to give yourself the right distance to comfortably set up your belay, just like a daisy chain does, whereas the single-length runner/cord does not have this advantage.

Ahhhhh, to be a kid again. My BB gun episode revolved around a winter “Battle of the Bulge” scene. We were stalking each other in the deep snow around the high school grounds near our house. Best out of five “kills” wins the round. My brother and I were tied with 2 kills each. I had him pinned down at the base of the goalpost on the football field. I was hiding behind an upturned chair/desk combo near the mid-field point. I kept plinking away at him, periodically hitting the goal post above him, sending out high-pitched “brrrings” with each contact. He later told me he had no earthly idea where I was hiding and shooting at him from. I was getting tired of this, but I could have kept him pinned down all night until he ran out of ammo. Anyway, I decided to move in on him in the dark in the deep drifts and effect the first “capture of a POW” ever in our little game. It would have been such a coup! As I belly-crawled toward him in the dark, periodically pinging the goalpost to keep him pinned down, I noticed little hissing noises in the snow to either side of me… At about 25 feet away and just about ready to spring on him and capture the little Nazi, he slammed one right into the end of my nose. GEEZUS that hurt! Blood everywhere! Screaming and yelling! “I give! I give!” Well, he won that one, and the folks took away the guns for good. The real embarrassment came the next day, when I went to school and had to explain to the nuns what the deep, semi-circular, purple divot was in the end of my nose. Fires? Well, that'll have to be another installment... I ended up burning down a furniture storage warehouse with about $100,000 (1967 dollars) worth of inventory in it. I really up on that one! Not really a fire, but I also threw a big propane cylinder (what was referrred to as a "bombola" in Italy, where we were living at the time) into a garbage fire at the edge of town. We ducked into one of the "garbage craters" that they dig in order to bury the burned garbage, and waited. A short while later, we lost our hearing for several days when we blew out every window for about five blocks around. Houses and cars both! We ran like hell into the woods for miles! PS: Note my autosig. It speaks volumes...

yeah, whatever...

Thinker, I have been accused of being in several places at the same time, and for a long time I thought I had a twin out there somewhere. Reading through your list of nefarious deeds as a youngster sounds rather familiar. The twin must have been you! My brother and friends used to play "War" with each other with BB guns and the dreaded "potato gun" as our field artillery. Got shot right square in the tip of the nose at 25 feet once with the BB gun. Put an end to that game version. Managed to burn down several buildings (some on purpose, some not, although after the first few, no-one would believe me anymore when it really was an accident. Burned up a few cars while the owners were making it with their SO off in the woods somewheres Stole a few boats and went joy-riding for awhile (always returned them to the dock, tho) Brought the local constable out on a few wild goose chases after reporting dead bodies washed up on the beach. list goes on and on, ad nauseum... And yet I turned out OK, didn't I? PS: I think my dad must have whipped my bare ass with his belt every day when I was a kid, but he swears to this day it was only about once a week or so.