Still hot in the midday, But noticeably cooler onna ends.   Z'up  t' Aspendale today [California's Highest Elevation Permanent, Year-round,  Residences], and it was nippy!  If you goan' go upina montains  these days, best wear a poly-top or better, one o' them nice fuzzy prana or paddygonuts light fleece shirts@.

I like those folks over in crypto; just a nice, big disfunctional family.  Go check out some profiles, and see if you don't get family reunion deja-vu!

They dared me, an' they got no clue what they're dealin' with.  I bought me a digital camera and drove out past Mono Lake and went on a run thru the stinging nettle and the quicksand.  After a couple of hours, I took some pictures of tufas and checked out a creepy freshwater spring that drained into Mono Lake.  Crestfallen, I srarted back, and within a mile of the truck, there it was -  the legendary dead bear.  Most of it was gone, including the head, but i got some photos to prove , once and for all, that dead bears just lay there and smell bad.  I'm gonna try to put a dead bear photo on my mysteries of the wyrm page.   [and in case your worried, I'm pretty sure i separated my lower left rib from my sternum.  it clicks when i hiccup.]  Off to work tommarrow at the h.s.

Would any of you like more pictures?  Bouldering season will be here soon. The folks over in cryptoville have dared me to produce a picture of a dead bear.    Will I actually bring a Camera with me anywhere?

Been trying to spread this address around a little in cyberspace, and I wonder if anyone ever stumbles over this crap[uhm,  useful misinformation, I mean}.  If I have an audience, please tell me, and I will try harder to make a spectacular fool of myself.   Go to the feedback page and fire off a note to let me know ya care.    There is some new stuff on the links page, and some new content on the routes page[the secret tungsten hills circuit, oooh!]     My chest still hurts-I probably seperated the lower left rib from my sternum, I think.  I think it sucks.  And how come my return key won't  work?  Computers are like dogs, the smart ones are the hardest to handle.  Keep in touch, world, and I may do likewise.                            

The worm finds you when it finds you.  I was in a forum at cryptozoology.com, talking 'bout native american legends of the stickmen.  I clicked a link and saw, in a totally unrelated site, an entry for "stickmen".  [www.indianchild.com/stick-man-animations.htm]   Read that email address again and tell me this thing ain't tring to say something.   Ewweeee-ewwwww!  Synchronicity!  I clicked on it and it was cute little stick figure animations.  Oh, well.  I got up to get something to eat, and I tripped over a folding chair.   I fell down upon it, and the aluminum tubing corner jabbed me in the solar plexus, right on that little cpr nubbin called the xyphoid process.  If I hadn't caught myself as I went down, I believe I may have impaled myself.   I lay on the floor gasping and my vision going all tunnel for about ten minutes or so.

I was deadly scared; I thought I was gonna die.  It may have been the closest call I've had for a while [read this blog, I get a lot!]  I held a 2lb bag of frozen peas on my chest all evening now, I've got a purple bruise right  over mi corazon, and it still hurts like all Jisum Crow.   Point is, you can die in yer bedroom,  impaled on a chair, and it's as likely to happen as being struck by lightning, or eaten by a lion, or falling off a mountain.  Any given scenerio is highly unlikely to get you, but it is absolutely certain that something will.  It speaks, and we will listen.