If I were to do something so illegal as to download it from some site, I wouldn’t have to watch five minutes of unskippable commercials and FBI warnings in order to watch this movie.
I want to watch this movie; I want to pay for it. Why are the movie companies punishing me for trying to give them money, instead of getting it for free? I think of incentives when I train my dogs — what incentives are the movie companies trying to reinforce?
and they want us to know where to go first.
I doubt that these guys are looking for coupons for Wheat Chex, so maybe unindicted criminals are a better place to start than with mere whingers.
Tagged OWSThe hated “Adventure” Pass has been largely overruled. I don’t have my stack of tickets anymore, though at one point I got one with the number 100 circled in red on it, my 100th citation, I suppose. And I can’t count the number of times I argued with a ranger about these, and had them tell me about all the good the money was doing. Yet Williamson is still closed. And I know of someone who got tooled and cuffed because of the “Adventure” pass, even though he was on private land at the time. Just another excuse for LEO to tool you.
The last few times I checked the USFS budget, the fees just about paid the additional costs of paying people to hand out tickets.
So, fuck you, lying, duplicitous USFS. About damn time.
Thank you, 9th Circuit, best of all federal courts.
Statement of the obvious, or command. Either way, here you go.
“The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.”
–Miller, Repo Man, 1984
I spent the last two weeks increasingly out of sorts, stressed, not enough sleep, or exercise, overworked and a bit cranky, or so I am told.
Biking into work Friday, I realized I had not climbed in two weeks. Two weeks! Weather, circumstances, and travel had conspired to keep my hands off stone. In once sense, I had been happy for the break, and the rest. But once I made the connection, I understood my mood. So I stopped vacillating about the decision to drive solo up to the sekrit NoCal crag for the long weekend [1] and spent it getting my butt kicked on Hillbilly Limestone, 12b. Long nights in the parking lot, just me and the dogs, coyotes, owls, dew, and frogs. I slept nine hours both nights, got through a couple of NYers, and drank a bunch of french-press coffee with no one around in the mornings, and the dogs playing with each other.
I worked out all the moves and had two respectable lead runs on the last day where I went for it and took the falls. The hard moves are easy, and I’m falling on the pumpy redpoint cruxes, so I just need to keep it together when I’m pumped stupid.
That’s a good feeling, even though I didn’t send. It’s there.
I had a good road warrior run home, five hours, with the shuffle hitting the right tunes, the cops lighting up the radar detector well in advance, the other cars just slow-moving obstacles, and the mind cogitating on life, the universe, and everything. Flow was achieved, climbing, and driving.
I think I will feel much more relaxed and happy this week.
Hi. My name is Brent, and I’m a climbaholic.
I’ll write down the beta in the morning and start planning the next trip.
[1] More importantly, driving solo back. I don’t mind the drive (though it’d be nice to split the gas), I just don’t particularly want to die falling asleep on a long drive home after a hard day’s climbing. Buying it on El Cap A5, or in my sleep, or in the backcountry, fine. Not on the I-5 because I couldn’t stay awake.
Iceland does it right, gives the banks a haircut, and sends the banksters to jail. Economy recovers.
Compare to Greece, Portugal, Ireland. Draw your own conclusions about whether Keynes was right, or whether the Hayek was right.
Tagged OWSJust in case you thought your nation ever had your best interests at heart — US injects random people with plutonium and pulls 15 of their teeth to study effects.
Today I swallowed the first bug of the year.
A modest proposal
Let’s start with the descendants of Swift.