Indeed.

However, in this case, the car is mine, so...

Whut I wunts to noes... who are ewe blowing CI, two gets teh special treatment?

I mean, cumon... awl ov my troll accts get banned within minutes ov posting, yet ewe have half a dozen... that we noes ov and awl ov them seem to be active withowt ever getting teh chorp.

Hmm, gonna be crowded. Seriously, we should all contribute $5-10 apiece to give to Jung, to go toward utliities for the house. I have a feeling Banz is going to wind up there, too.

So, right now, biggest possible numbers:
Me, dribble, Lena, Jeff, Tim, Lisa, Jansen, Wollsty.

Add Naom ( Tim's friend) to it, too.

And yes, I am pretty sure Banz will show his face, but he would sleep in the car.

You and dribble are claiming a futon in one of the bedrooms? I don't know about that, we will probably get there before you you can fight for it. You got the guest room last time at Joe's! (seriously though, I don't care about the futon, but J. and I are claiming one of the bedrooms)

Add Naom ( Tim's friend) to it, too.

And yes, I am pretty sure Banz will show his face, but he would sleep in the car.

You and dribble are claiming a futon in one of the bedrooms? I don't know about that, we will probably get there before you you can fight for it. You got the guest room last time at Joe's! (seriously though, I don't care about the futon, but J. and I are claiming one of the bedrooms)

Futon is in the main living room. We still claim it.

Oh, and you may want to mention to Tim and Naom that they may want to bring a tent, just to pitch on the covered deck out back. Space is going to be tight. Imagine a house with the floor space of Jung's but with 9 people.

Futon is in the main living room. We still claim it.

Ah, the sotries that futon could tell....

Ah, the sotries that futon could tell....

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weakend report: hands are destroyed. two dime-sized flappers, a couple of smaller punctures.

[for this weekend] project 5: dribble: 0. (blood: 5/5).
[3 on zaturday, 2 on zunday]

4 one-hang burns with no rest time, 1 time lowering off the crux in disgust when I fell. what are the stages of projecting again? effort, hope, dispair, resignation, sending? I think I'm in "dispair." I may have laid on the ground and cried the real tears Sunday. I don't think i'll be able to go into the gym this weekend, given the state my hands are in.

while I laid on the rock, staring up at the proj, leaking the real tearz, I threatened to break up with it. "I wish I knew how to quit you" style.

Some of the nearby collesium crue were commiserating with me, going "there there," and they laughed. "Nobody can break up with that one. You'll keep coming back."

Sending, like relationships, takes a lot of work and effort. You can't break up the first time you fight. Well, you can, but... you want to send, right?

We mostly had fun at Butcher's Branch. Tim sent Lost Souls 2nd go, then he and Norm left. I have no idea when they got to the crag, they are the be-there-at-6a.m. folks. Jeff and I were still doing the warm-ups when they left.

Jeff was super-nice, controlled his ground-exit-o-phobia, and hung the draws on Control. I struggled up it bolt-to-bolt, cursing my elbow and feeling weak and miserable, but decided that it was worth another go later.

Then we took a long break and spent a lot of time figuring out how serious was the head wound on some dude who flipped and smashed his head into the rock on the 5.10d(b?), the crappy one to the left of Greenpiece. Classic foot behind the rope thing, except he took an INTENTIONAL fall. Apparently belayer was yelling to him about the rope, and he thought he cleared his foot, but...

The entire back of his head was drenched in blood, but he was walking and talking and seemed fine. Eventually we washed off the blood, and found a gash over an inch long, and his buddies decided to take him to the hospital. None of them were feeling up to cleaning the draws off that 5.10 after seeing him flip, and for some reason the first thing they did was pull the rope, so Jeff led it and cleaned their gear. Then he decided that he was tired and done with climbing for the day.

I didn't use "for God's sake, it's only 5.10" line.

Instead I went back to Control, and sent it. Not quite sure how it happened, because the entire time I was zoned out, and not thinking of anything past one move at a time. It didn't feel like 5.12 at all, maybe 5.11a. Then I came back down and listened to a chorus of admiring gumbies who were really impressed with my impeccable technique and apparent ease and lack of grunting sounds. Ha! If only they were there earlier in the morning for my crybaby flailfest!

Maybe I need to have a second date with Apollo... Maybe my problem is that i wasn't giving him a second chance? Do you think he would double-date us, dribble? And really, that crimp on Apollo is way bigger than the crimps on Control...

You really have to wonder what these guys are thinking when they do a dangerous intentional fall. Are they really just hoping for the best? How about you use your brain, determine if the fall is safe, and then go? I mean really!! If you can't fall safe when you can dictate the fall, WTF is going to happen to you when you just fall?

You really have to wonder what these guys are thinking when they do a dangerous intentional fall. Are they really just hoping for the best? How about you use your brain, determine if the fall is safe, and then go? I mean really!! If you can't fall safe when you can dictate the fall, WTF is going to happen to you when you just fall?

Sending, like relationships, takes a lot of work and effort. You can't break up the first time you fight. Well, you can, but... you want to send, right?

We mostly had fun at Butcher's Branch. Tim sent Lost Souls 2nd go, then he and Norm left. I have no idea when they got to the crag, they are the be-there-at-6a.m. folks. Jeff and I were still doing the warm-ups when they left.

Jeff was super-nice, controlled his ground-exit-o-phobia, and hung the draws on Control. I struggled up it bolt-to-bolt, cursing my elbow and feeling weak and miserable, but decided that it was worth another go later.

Then we took a long break and spent a lot of time figuring out how serious was the head wound on some dude who flipped and smashed his head into the rock on the 5.10d(b?), the crappy one to the left of Greenpiece. Classic foot behind the rope thing, except he took an INTENTIONAL fall. Apparently belayer was yelling to him about the rope, and he thought he cleared his foot, but...

The entire back of his head was drenched in blood, but he was walking and talking and seemed fine. Eventually we washed off the blood, and found a gash over an inch long, and his buddies decided to take him to the hospital. None of them were feeling up to cleaning the draws off that 5.10 after seeing him flip, and for some reason the first thing they did was pull the rope, so Jeff led it and cleaned their gear. Then he decided that he was tired and done with climbing for the day.

I didn't use "for God's sake, it's only 5.10" line.

Instead I went back to Control, and sent it. Not quite sure how it happened, because the entire time I was zoned out, and not thinking of anything past one move at a time. It didn't feel like 5.12 at all, maybe 5.11a. Then I came back down and listened to a chorus of admiring gumbies who were really impressed with my impeccable technique and apparent ease and lack of grunting sounds. Ha! If only they were there earlier in the morning for my crybaby flailfest!

Maybe I need to have a second date with Apollo... Maybe my problem is that i wasn't giving him a second chance? Do you think he would double-date us, dribble? And really, that crimp on Apollo is way bigger than the crimps on Control...

Jesus fucking Christ, I don't understand the popularity of "practice falls." They make sense on, say, overhung rock, but like tick marks, projecting, and outspoken opinions, they just filter down to the lower ranks of gumbies until someone gets hurt.

Apollo is bi and super poly; he's always stringing a bunch of boy and girls along. So while I can't promise it's just be a double date with me and you and him.... I'm sure he'd love to have you as his nth girlfriend if you'd just give him another chance.

I don't think it was a "practice "fall, from what I understood it was more of a

-dude, shit, I'm going to fall, you got me?
-dude, watch you foot, the rope!
-O.K, I'm falling, you got me?
-dude, the ROPE!!!!

SMASH!!!!!



The guys kept talking about how he ALWAYS wears helmet, but today he decided that he didn't need it. Like, shit, what a co-incidence! You really should wear helmet at all times!

And i kept thinking, no, really, you should just freaking not fall intentionally with the rope behind your leg.

I know I am going to be one of those people who compulsively wears the helmet at all times . . . stories like this just feed the impulse. It seems like it would be that one time that you're not wearing the helmet that you would take this kind of fall or some large-sized rock would fall from the crag onto your head or something. I'm sure he didn't MEAN to fall with the rope behind his leg!