Also, I'm considering getting this image made into a flag to hang at the campground. Think that would go over well in WV?

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I feel gross right now. Cookies may not have been the right choice.

Do they like franchises in WV?

DCT. When you are francising, sometimes cheesetits happen....

Red-blue-and-white....is he in Russia now?

So I checked out my race results. 29th out of 63, so while there are still things I want to d to improve my performance, I didn't suck quite as much as I thought I did. yay?

Weakend report! Saturdays and Sundays are not weakends for me, really. They're fricking busy. Saturdays and Sundays usually mean get up at 6am, do office paperwork while I drink mah kawfeez, around 7am make the camp nazi rounds, get out to the carg by 11am, climb til 4, then go clock into the cheesecake mines until 11pm.

Anyway, got some good climbs in. Saturday went to Sunshine Buttress. Lena might remember it; it's that crag right off the gorge road that has a 30 second approach, and a sandbagged 12a arete, Unbroken Chain, that is really cool.

Anyway, Mikey was psyched on this bouldery 13c there, and we planned on chopping Unbroken Chain and putting glue-ins in as well. I did the final ascent on the rusty old bolts, sent it easily, which was weird because I remember it being way hard from last year. Tried Mikey's prodge, which had some horrendous holds that I couldn't move off of. Sometime in there, a couple comes up, wanting to climb Unbroken Chain, right after we'd taken its bolts out. Oops. They weren't too butthurt. Capped off the day by getting this softie one three second go.

Yesterday, found out that Endless was open again after the fire. Grabbed a belayer, ran out there. It's pretty eery, the whole loop trail is torched. Got to the Argh prodge, turns out that some firefighters had taken the webbing I'd left on a tree last week, not surprisingly. Decided to TR the prodge one more time before embarking on the R/X ballnuttage, and I could NOT get the crux dyno up above 50% success rate. Then it got hot, so I scroted out. Probably will go lead it later this week, I hope. I'm still scared.

that is awl.

Soooo, funny story that should maybe be in grupe, but I don't give a fuque...

I guess that every spring, Dubbya Veeians get really obsessed with "ramps," this bulbous root that is like a garlic/onion-cross taste. Pretty good. We got a bunch for a turkey burger seasonal special at the restaurant I work at, and they sold out quickly. Looks like we gotta "raaaaamp" it up, amirite??11

Anyway, we've got a prep cook there who is a bit slow, fucks a lot of stuff up. Nice guy, I like him a lot but he is hell to work with. We ran out of ramps, and he chimes in, "I know where there are a bunch! I've been gathering them for years, nobody else knows where it is!"

Next day, he brings in a garbage bag full of them, leaves and all. Bragging all about how he is the shit for getting the ramps, puffing his chest a bit because he's on the boss's good side for once, so he starts prepping them for the special saute.

Then, our head waitress looks at them, and is like, "You sure these are ramps?"

"yeah! definitely!"

"Because they look like daffodils."

"No! NO! They're ramps! I've been gathering them for years!"

Head waitress does 20 seconds of googling, and confirms that, yes, these "ramps" are daffodils. Bumbling prep cook is butthurt and defensive. Then, head waitress reads a bit more and finds that daffodils are mildly poisonous!

"Hey, you know these things are poison, right?"

Prep cook says, "No, no, no! They're not at all! I should know, I've been eating them for years!"

Like four of us look at each other with this unspoken "weeeeell, this explains a LOT" eyebrow raise.

That is awl.

Dubious-Wee indeed!

Also, I'm considering getting this image made into a flag to hang at the campground. Think that would go over well in WV?

I'm curious, is there any meaning to using the confederate flag as a basis for the design (a special flag for gay racists?), or is it just to piss off the racist homophobes?

Weakend report ... the last two weekends I've gotten out to Echo on Saturday. First weekend I climbed like shit; this past weekend it was a whole day of falling off at the end of routes. First, got on Split Decision (a Jak rowt), which I'd failzed all over the weke before. Fell off on the last move while hanging drawz, but was able to get in next try.

Went over to teh Mangler's proj, Chop Top, and came off on the last move to the anchor jugs. Was sort of expecting it that time, it's a pretty hard semi-dyno while you're pumped. Second try I felt better up at that point, hit the hold for about half a second but was never quite on it completely, and fell off. failurez.

then nate had put up Pretty in Pink (another jak rowt), and his gf was not very psyched on climbing it at that point, so I TRd it with not all that much rest. Luckily it has jiant rest jugs all over, but the crux comes at the top (again), and I fell several times trying to figure it out.

Now it's hot as balls, and Echo season is about over. Hopefully nothing breaks on Chop Top before I get on it again, that whole carg is falling apart.

cept, ewe didn't tell teh hole story....

Seeing Banz's facebook status show he's lost what, 10 lbs in 2 months, makes me feel guilty. I know that I have way less extra weight to lose than he does, but I'm dreading trying to cut down 5-10lbs and I know it's going to take way longer.

Oh! OH! DESSERT TAWK!

The other night at werk, I finished up a batch of peach jam, it had been stewing for a few hours, and a few unblended peach slices floated to the top. I scooped them out with a strainer, and put them in a bowl for some soupy peachy goodness. Then, I looked over at the cheesecake batter that I was working on, and had a great idea– scooped out a few spoonfuls of the batter, and drizzled it over the peaches. It was like peaches and cream, but better.

Then, I offered some to a certain hispanic (RACIST) chef who used to own a restaurant that everyone at the Gnu knows about. He took a bite, looked at me, and goes, "tastes better than virgin p____."

Tuphar!

Hovering around 160 right now, which means I've lost 8 lbs since winter's low(high)point, but haven't hit my high(low)point of low weight that I hit last summer, which was 152. I was climbing pretty well then, but I think the weight was too low, and mostly because of 1) lost muscle mass in the LisPaul thigh, and 2) neurotic bullshit resulting from the Big D.

Australia report!

Well, the start of the Australia report; I'll probably just occasionally add days as I have time.

Flew out on a Friday night (myself, teh gf, 2xAgent, and LLL), got into Sydney on Sunday morning. Got our bags, did the customs/immigration bit. Discovered the Sydney->Hobart flight was not actually Qantas, but Jetstar instead, and had to pay $5.50/person to take the bus from the international terminal to the domestic terminal. Jetstar is somewhere between Spirit and Southwest for Australia. They noted that we could use the bathrooms free of charge.

Got into Hobart, picked up the klown kar, and drove back to teh Brit's place (with some of our baggage in the Brit's car) on the RONG side of the road. Many accidental windshield wipings ensued.

Six of us staying at teh brit's place for the weke (brit + wife, myself + gf, 2x, LLL). Wandered around Hobart, ate some seafood.

Next day we did some climbing at Mt. Wellington. Went to the Flange Buttress (not named after jak's bro The Flange, so far as I know). Warmed up on Neon God, pretty cool sport route. Crux was very thin move early on, after that it was all pretty reasonable mid-10 climbing, with the bolts getting more spaced towards the top. Then did Digitalis, a mostly carck-ish route with a thin traverse at the top out of the corner. Had to wait around on the P1 belay ledge for a bit because teh brit took forever to commit to the traverse (he and LLL had started up while we did Neon God). Followed that, then tried After Midnight. Onsighted the first half, but ran into some trouble at teh crux, with hard moves I couldn't figure out while potentially looking at a ledge fall. It was about time to get going anyway, so I tension traversed over to the anchors atop P1 of Pleasant Screams (described in the guide as "Tasmania's To Bolt or Not to Be"). Didn't have time to TR Pleasant Screams, but teh 2x cleaned up After Midnight. Headed back down, ate and drank. Teh GF was hanging out with teh Brit's wife during this time, checking out the Huon Valley, going to various sheep cheeseries and honey stores and what have you (apparently Tasmanian Leatherwood Honey is well known -- it turned out to be pretty tasty).

gotta pad those edges brah. rope bag or a grain tamer. or one of those spiroll things. worth investing in for the tr solo kit

Meth could be yore solushun?

So they were talking about Toronto's Mayor Rob Ford on the radio again this morning about another video of him smoking crack. So I think to myself....how can that fucker still be so fat?