Let's try and keep la rawj out of this...Quote:
Originally Posted by wolfelot
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Let's try and keep la rawj out of this...Quote:
Originally Posted by wolfelot
When did rawj and dawggah break up?
They were supposed to be best butt buddies forevah :(
Clearly it's only intended for skinning and butchering the level 3 wolves.Quote:
Originally Posted by telebobski
Or he's just compensating for having a very, very small penis?
Small? 10 inch knife = 10 inch penorQuote:
Originally Posted by PNWbrit
Just wanted to post in this thread that I skied that area before many of you were born. Because that is relevant somehow.
On another note, I feel that hiking in King's Ravine in the summer months is both rewarding AND enlightening. The sky is also blue. I also lost my virginity floating in the man-made "lake" across Route 2 from the trail head (well, to be honest it is diagonal).
OP, you are a fucking idiot.
it's a mobius shit strip of parody
'Fraid so...Quote:
Originally Posted by Hugh Conway
..on par with bringing a rice cooker in a backpack to the April 17th Memorial gathering in Copley Square. Only one sure cure for stupid.
Which brings to mind everyone's favorite french philosopher.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hugh Conway
http://www.egs.edu/faculty/jean-baud...-of-simulacra/Quote:
Jean Baudrillard - Simulacra and Simulations - I. The Precession of Simulacra
Translated by Sheila Faria Glaser
The simulacrum is never what hides the truth - it is truth that hides the fact that there is none.
The simulacrum is true.
-Ecclesiastes
If once we were able to view the Borges fable in which the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it ends up covering the territory exactly (the decline of the Empire witnesses the fraying of this map, little by little, and its fall into ruins, though some shreds are still discernible in the deserts - the metaphysical beauty of this ruined abstraction testifying to a pride equal to the Empire and rotting like a carcass, returning to the substance of the soil, a bit as the double ends by being confused with the real through aging) - as the most beautiful allegory of simulation, this fable has now come full circle for us, and possesses nothing but the discrete charm of second-order simulacra.*1 Today abstraction is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror, or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being, or a substance. It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor does it survive it. It is nevertheless the map that precedes the territory - precession of simulacra - that engenders the territory, and if one must return to the fable, today it is the territory whose shreds slowly rot across the extent of the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges persist here and there in the deserts that are no longer those of the Empire, but ours. The desert of the real itself. In fact, even inverted, Borges's fable is unusable. Only the allegory of the Empire, perhaps, remains. Because it is with this same imperialism that present-day simulators attempt to make the real, all of the real, coincide with their models of simulation. But it is no longer a question of either maps or territories. Something has disappeared: the sovereign difference, between one and the other, that constituted the charm of abstraction. Because it is difference that constitutes the poetry of the map and the charm of the territory, the magic of the concept and the charm of the real. This imaginary of representation, which simultaneously culminates in and is engulfed by the cartographers mad project of the ideal coextensivity of map and territory, disappears in the simulation whose operation is nuclear and genetic, no longer at all specular or discursive. It is all of metaphysics that is lost. No more mirror of being and appearances, of the real and its concept. No more imaginary coextensivity: it is genetic miniaturization that is the dimension of simulation. The real is produced from miniaturized cells, matrices, and memory banks, models of control - and it can be reproduced an indefinite number of times from these. It no longer needs to be rational, because it no longer measures itself against either an ideal or negative instance. It is no longer anything but operational. In fact, it is no longer really the real, because no imaginary envelops it anymore. It is a hyperreal, produced from a radiating synthesis of combinatory models in a hyperspace without atmosphere.
By crossing into a space whose curvature is no longer that of the real, nor that of truth, the era of simulation is inaugurated by a liquidation of all referentials - worse: with their artificial resurrection in the systems of signs, a material more malleable than meaning, in that it lends itself to all systems of equivalences, to all binary oppositions, to all combinatory algebra. It is no longer a question of imitation, nor duplication, nor even parody. It is a question of substituting the signs of the real for the real, that is to say of an operation of deterring every real process via its operational double, a programmatic, metastable, perfectly descriptive machine that offers all the signs of the real and shortcircuits all its vicissitudes. Never again will the real have the chance to produce itself - such is the vital function of the model in a system of death, or rather of anticipated resurrection, that no longer even gives the event of death a chance. A hyperreal henceforth sheltered from the imaginary, and from any distinction between the real and the imaginary, leaving room only for the orbital recurrence of models and for the simulated generation of differences.
[...]
9. Paradox: all bombs are clean: their only pollution is the system of security and of control they radiate as long as they don't explode.
I figured that's what the side arm was for...Quote:
Originally Posted by PNWbrit
business end = 4"; handle = 6"; Total length 10"Quote:
Originally Posted by Beetman
Draw your own conclusions
Speaking of penises, sure is nice to have a rog-free zone, even if ephemeral. Even on ignore, he makes the time I waste here much less efficient.
Must be an almost unimaginably small penis to require both a pointless sidearm and a uselessly big knife?Quote:
Originally Posted by telebobski
^^^A jacked-up Ram diesel pickup would complete the trifecta..
At 17 pages this thread's almost legal. Gotta jump in before it's open to the general pub(l)ic:
I don't have the upper body strength to pick up rawj, otherwise yesQuote:
Originally Posted by icelanticskier
I'll bring the keg!Quote:
Originally Posted by PNWbrit
Nah, just a pair of 160 flex boots. Perfect for TGR.Quote:
Originally Posted by telebobski
I thought it was the Epic crowd that went for the mega-stiffies, and the TGR crowd all sported dynafit-compatible AT boots.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tri-Ungulate
I don't know jack about the back country. Are skis more prone to just pop off like that. Seems a shame, a darn shame.
They do when you shoot them with a level 3 gat yo
Make it a Bright Yellow Chevvy with Big LETTERS ...... Got me thinking about Kill Bill and the Pussy Wagon....Quote:
Originally Posted by telebobski
He seems like trustafarian with a Porsche paprika
I'm guessing Honda Civic
MRI machines, etc?Quote:
Originally Posted by Rise To The Top
Pics (enlightening thing) or it didn't happen...Quote:
Originally Posted by PowTron
I may have you beat... 1975. But whatever, some crazy clowns were skiing it better in bear traps years before us fools. Kings Ravine is great caving in summer and I'm sure there's been lots of "pioneering" done in them, too. :). Though the blue skies and lake sounds pretty nice.
OP, don't try that unless you have protection.... a lifeguard present, you are wearing a vest, and 4mil full body wetsuit.
It's official: POST OF THE YEARQuote:
Originally Posted by Rise To The Top
We passed the one in VA the other day on the way to the beach, I told the wife I need to stop quickly on the way back so I can snap a pic and forward it to BD so he can work his photo shop magic.Quote:
Originally Posted by flowing alpy
Speaking of BD, did you leave something behind the last time you were in VA? Fits 2 beers easily, very handy for the beach.
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I can just imagine the horror on those little children's faces when he shoots the mascot dressed in a wolf costume.Quote:
Originally Posted by telebobski
This thread is amazing.
C'mon guys, wolves are a real concern when skiing. Didn't anyone watch Frozen? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1323045/