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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.

Ah ha! It must be trask. I'd recognize that vindictive, virulent diatribe anywhere. Come on out of the closet and step into the light, dude.

and... ^^ Read your own posts, "lady". And no "camouflage points" for phonetic spelling. Your potty-mouth drips with as much shite as anybody else's on this board. I'm merely replying in-kind. You're new here, or at least your avatar is. Do yourself a favor and clean up your act.

So did we. Same names, same games. And another one called, simply, "Dogpile" where you just piled up about 50 kids on top of some poor hapless foo'-o-the-day.

Clownpuncher. Have a nice day, unless you've already made other plans, ya fuckstick.

phukin' puzzy See this thread. phuk that shiz, no white man wants to read any drivel that dumbazz catturd the nerd posts Hey, flaps, I'm just having fun referring these two threads back and forth to each other all morning. The circular references are astounding.

phukin' puzzy See this thread.

Read the account related by Randall Green in his guidebook, "Idaho Rock", about how John Rosskelley and Chris Kopcinski approached Chimney Rock (in the Idaho panhandle) many years ago one winter. Veritably, a fahq'n hoot!

FAHQ! 100 kg loads? That's like, what, 220 pounds! The guy's a fuckin' stallion, I say. And he probably loves his job, with no complaints, too. Bottom line: we 'merkans are pussies.

E-rock should be able to help explain that one...