Please Stay Home - The Statistics

[NOAL]

It's a long story

Well? I would never require a Readers Digest version from you. Others....

[briham89]

Haha that state back and forth was great

[Brad Young]

Quoting Brian from the Quest for Mud thread, but moving it here because it has to do with the pandemic and granite more than it does anything at Pinns:

Honestly I would love hiking up hill both ways with a huge pack to go climbing big cracks right now!!!! No joke, that sounds wonderful. The couch is consuming me.

It has been a little desperate.

I went hiking with the dogs Tuesday (again). On the Tuolumne railroad grade (it's lower elevation, more south facing and warmer/drier). This time I finally got around to checking out those big granite bluffs that I've been looking at in the distance for years.

They'd be perfect for anyone who wants to do FAs in the following conditions:

-  Low elevation and warm in the cold months;

-  Not a bad drive to parking;

-  A brutal cross country approach (I was afraid that my ten year old dog Charlotte was literally not going to make it on the hike out - definitely bit off more than we could chew);

-  Oceans of poison oak (mostly just leafing out, and I'm largely immune to it);

-  Really scruffy cliffs and slabs that might take a few routes (with lots and lots of cleaning).

I intend to leave this stuff to the next generation (or even the generation after that). On the other hand, anyone who's interested? Ask and I'll tell you how to get there  

[Brad Young]

^^^

My best J.C. imitation:

HARD PASS!

 

Especially on the P.O.

[briham89]

Hard pass

[clink]

 People are staying home with time to spare. The old saying is "Idle hands are a procreative workshop". What will the surge of little devils conceived during the months of March, April and May be called? Covid Boomers or maybe Social Distancing Babies? Any suggestions? Social Distancing Babies smells of an oxymoron.

[briham89]

Coronials

[JC w KC redux]

Coronials

Comaroons

[clink]

Nice briham89

[Brad Young]

This dreadful pandemic requires a little story telling:

A nun walks into Mother Superior's office and plunks down into a chair. She lets out a sigh heavy with frustration. "What troubles you, Sister?" asks the Mother Superior. "I thought this was the Day you spent with your family?"
"It was," sighed the Sister. "And I went to play golf with my brother. We try to play golf as often as we can. You know I was quite a talented golfer before I devoted my life to Christ."
"I seem to recall that," the Mother Superior agreed. "So I take it your day of recreation was not Relaxing?"
"Far from it, "snorted the Sister. "In fact, I even took the Lord's name in vain today."
"Goodness, Sister!" gasped the Mother Superior, astonished. "You must tell me all about it!"
"Well, we were on the fifth tee... and this hole is a monster mother, a 540 yard Par 5, with a nasty dogleg left and a hidden green and I hit the drive of my life. I creamed it. The sweetest swing I ever made. And it's flying straight and true, right along the line I wanted... and it hits a bird in mid-flight not 100 yards off the tee."
"Oh my!" commiserated the Mother. "How unfortunate, but surely that didn't make you blaspheme, Sister!"
"No, that wasn't it," admitted Sister. "While I was still trying to fathom what had happened, this squirrel runs out of the woods, grabs my ball
and runs off down the fairway!"
"Oh, that would have made me blaspheme!" sympathized the Mother.
"But I didn't, Mother Superior!" sobbed the Sister. "And I was so proud of myself! And while I was pondering whether this was a sign from God, this hawk swoops out of the sky and grabs the squirrel and flies off, with my ball still clutched in his talons !"
"So that's when you cursed," said the Mother with a knowing smile?
"Nope, that wasn't it either," cried the Sister, anguished, "because as the hawk started to fly out of sight, the squirrel started struggling, and the hawk dropped him right there on the green, and the ball popped out of his paws and rolled to about 18 inches from the cup!"
Mother Superior sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest, fixed the Sister with a baleful stare and said: “Don’t tell me you missed the fucking putt!”

[Brad Young]

A fifteen year old Amish boy and his father took an outing to a shopping mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again. The boy asked, 'What is this Father?'
The father responded, 'Son,I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is.'
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a motorized cart moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened, and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. The doors opened and a young blonde stepped out. The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son: "Go get your Mother."

[Brad Young]

The Catholic Church uses a council of cardinals to elect its Popes. The cardinals meet at the Vatican and deliberate privately until they’ve made an election.
During the last election, while the cardinals were deliberating, a church page boy threw the conference room door open and ran in, out of breath.
The senior cardinal turned to the page boy in surprise. “My son,” he said, “you’ve interrupted a very solemn meeting. Why?”
The page boy, still out of breath, said: “Your holiness, your holiness, I come with good news and bad news.”
“Well, the cardinal says, you’ve already interrupted us, so you might as well tell us the good news.”
“Your holiness, your holiness, the good news is that Jesus Christ has returned to earth!”
“Oh my, that is fantastic,” said the cardinal. “With news like that what could possibly be bad?”
Your holiness, your holiness… he’s in Salt Lake City.”

[F4?]

Well, jokes aside, I have been slowly brainwashing my 2x boys...taking them out hiking.

Lucas says yesterday, "how about a new trail?"

So, I knew just the trail to explore. As one dirves up Stevens Canyon road, on the left is a trail some ways up the canyon. We set off, hiking up it, but after 100ft its a dirt road, not bad, not bad. We get to the top of the ridge. From here I know the trail HAS to meet up with Mt Eden Road. So downhill we go. All the way I tell the boys, save bit as we will have to re-hike the downhills.

Not far down we get to a rock, WTF?? I thought I knew of every bit of rock in the area, but nope here is this limestone painted rock there on the ridge. And the rock is bullet hard, I mean hard! I down climb a bit to see, how long the face is. 40ft (?) maybe. I can't get all the way down due to the threat of PO, but enough to see the bottom is under-cut, damn! So we might go back with some gear.
-WHO can lend me their drill? I got some work to do!

Now the devious part of me steers the boys farther down the hill, well because we will hit MT Eden road really soon. But I made us take a left (lefts are always better than rights), so now we are parallel with Mt. Eden road.

After a bit we hit the bottom, and the parking area @ Stevens Canyon.

I tell the boys WOW, just think the car is only 1/2 mile up THAT road, but we have to hike 1.5 to get back to the car.

The promise of a Slurpee is enough to cajole Lucas to start back up the trail to the top of the ridge.

Not to long we get back to the car. Not bad, 4miles and 1,500ft of elevation each way.

2x Medium Slurpees later and all is well. I got a work out in, boys HAD to exercise.

1 more step to getting them to backpacking in the Sierra(s) this summer.

Here is the kicker, Lucas likes to complain, I mean he never stops. I got a response from my step mom, per my dad..." dad says you used to ALWAYS complain".

DAMN, payback hurts!!!

[JC w KC redux]

The latest virus transmission slogan from the FDA...Groceries don't kill people - People kill people

Some dude made a good observation while I was riding past on my unicycle a few days ago.
He said that the uni is the ultimate social distancing tool.

Looks like another overcast, cool day.

[F4?]

Ha!

[clink]

 Curiosity

What's the meaning of the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat'?
Inquisitiveness can lead one into dangerous situations.

What's the origin of the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat'?
Everyone knows that, despite its supposed nine lives, curiosity killed the cat. Well, not quite. The 'killed the cat' proverb originated as 'care killed the cat'. By 'care' the coiner of the expression meant 'worry/sorrow' rather than our more usual contemporary 'look after/provide for' meaning.

That form of the expression is first recorded in the English playwright Ben Jonson's play Every Man in His Humour, 1598:

"Helter skelter, hang sorrow, care'll kill a Cat, up-tails all, and a Louse for the Hangman."

 

[F4?]

WTF Klink are you some kind of philosopher?

I am still laughing at John's latest heckle on his Uni.....them SC folk are creative.

[clink]

WTF Klink are you some kind of philosopher?

 Yep, Socratease.

 

[JC w KC redux]

Yep, Socratease.

Sockratease - picture clink in only his socks on his way to the tub

This disturbing image brought to you by clinkin Quarantino

[clink]

 Close, just without the socks on, picture a clean pair in my hand so I can walk back to the bed after my bath and have perfectly clean feet as I slide into the fresh sheets. Makes me tingle all over thinking about it.