A quick learner, Thumper wades(?) in. The water was over his top tube shortly after this.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Stream-Crossing 101
It is necessary to pause for a minute when there might be something valuable to learn on offer...
Friday, August 19, 2005
SANTORUM!
One of the mandates of this blog calls for us to despoil it.......
A few months ago, while reading Westword magazine's alternative sexual practices column"Savage Love", I came across the term "Santorum". The author, had decided to adopt the name of Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum(R), an uptight right winger type, as the word to describe the mixture of lubricant and feces that can be found after practicing anal sex.
I had pretty much forgotten about the term until the inital cleaning out of the compost toilet at the Wombat Room. With the mixture of peat moss and human waste spilled all over the bathroom floor, the term just popped back into my head.
Over the next few days, I shared my story with several members of bIKE cLUB but couldn't give the experience justice.
Fortunately, the departure from the Wombat Room provided an opportunity to get pictures that I can share with fellow readers.
Hopefully, nobody is going to lunch after reading this.
It might be best if Sydney, the new tenant of the Wombat Room, never views these pictures.
I'm glad I won't have to repeat this experience.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
$5 on that green hopper there! 35 years old today and not one jot of wisdom gained...but adventures (and scars) galore! Chainsaw tried futily to catch up last night on a hot grovel lap 'round Betasso, dinging her shin-bone but good on the 1st steep bit up the connector, but it's gonna take a bit more than that minor flesh-wound girly! Cheese-O, Allison and Loni were in the house as well for a beautiful spin and some tasty grub. Friday, cocktails, somewhere, be there!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Ach mein minkeys!
OR is finally drawing to a close and Raccoon City will soon be but a shadow of it's former self, as the hordes of khaki wearing, light-hiker shod, breathable moisture transport skivvies clad outdoor industry drones retreat from SLC, drained of a crippling, but acceptable, amount of life energy, thereby powering the LDS ( eons old rivals and bitter blood feud enemies of the Uber Ancestors who Lurk on High) drip fed the stolen life's ichor in their fancy downtown Mausoleum, for yet another anum. Chainsaw and I will soon be amongst you again my brethren, and Mon Mothma like, we will clamp our slimy tenatacled forepaws around you in the the most heartfelt, and clammy, of welcomes! -Highroller
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Tickler 2!
| Fiends! Much too much to cover here Cyclonauts but after one whole day back at work I am off to SLC to rub elbows with some Mormons so we will have to catch up later on lies about the wedding/honeymoon/Monarch Crest/etc. Before I jet away though I want to remind you that your filial duties approach and August 21st will be the day! We will return to Peaceful Valley and Camp Dick, head west for a couple hours, then turn south and pour on the miles towards Eldora and hopefully Ned. Start thinking now about carpooling up there for an early 7am departure, pack for bear again, learn the route from W. Mag-Rollinsville-Pete's Beaver Park-S. Beaver Creek Rd-72-97-Magnolia in case you still have some juice after reaching Eldora...and prepare your chi! Tickler Dos hath come! |
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
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