Left coast roadie this summer?

[smackaholic]

Got dammit dins, you're as slow as van and all these other dork snorklers.

As the wee one pointed out, just about everything in the lower 48 is to the west of Tam. Don't believe me? Start from the summit and head to the west. You may need a plane/boat/etc for parts of the trip, but, just go west, young man, and I guaran damn tee you that in a smidge over 20K miles, you will run smack into the rest of the lower 48. If your navigating is good/bad enough, you can throw the other 2 in as well.

[Dinsdale]

Sorry, 'holic. I guess I was just too preoccupied thrying to figure out if I'm DinsKKKscal, or an anti-semite, or why I got lumped into TVO's lilliputian fantasy world.

[Moving Sale]

US-101 required no diversions in its San Rafael to the GGB course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north.

So Mt Tam is North of SR.

I didn't say that. You skipped the part where I said "...to the GGB."

You mean by quoting it I skipped it? How dumb are you?

[Moving Sale]

As long as at least one person on the jury isn't a Dins my client has a good shot.

Care to elaborate?

Don't get me wrong. If I was defending the U&L I'd leave you on the panel.

That being said: You are dumb beyond words and yet a fucking know-it all. Two things that don't mix and that the defense rarely wants on a jury.

"The 10th Am prohibits the National Government from running a Health Care System for Its Citizens."
I Laughed.

[Van]

By pointedly referencing only the SR part of it after quoting it, yes, you did intentionally skip the GGB part. That was the portion of the quote which blew your smarmy nonsense right out of the water. Your skipping that part was self serving, disingenuous and plainly obvious.

Again, just look at a map. Locate the 101 as it enters SF Bay. Notice how its position relative to Mt Tam has plainly changed, compared to its position relative to Mt Tam when it was still running through SR.

Or, don't. Remain belligerently wrong. You wear it so well.

[Moving Sale]

By pointedly referencing only the SR part of it after quoting it, yes, you did intentionally skip the GGB part.

Look fuckhead. You are a Dolt with a capital D.

For the 50th time here is what you said.

US-101 required no diversions in its San Rafael to the GGB course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north.

That sentence says, in clear English, that you think that as you leave SR, Mt Tam is sitting off to the north. You're an idiot. Plain and simple. You could have at least said.

"US-101 required no diversions in its GGB to SR course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north." (Not really true but better)
Or
"US-101 required no diversions in its San Rafael to the GGB course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the west." (The best or these three options)
Or even
"US-101 required no diversions in its Corte Madera to the GGB course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north." (If you were desperate)

You flunked Geography and English on this one.

[Van]

Take comfort in what little purchase you seem to think you're achieving from those straws you keep grasping. No matter how you try to spin it Mt Tam is north of the 101 when the 101 passes below Mt Tam.

There's the alpha and omega of this debate, a debate which you lost a long time ago.

Maybe you might do better finding someone who'll believe you when you tell them living trees don't count as living things, on a percentage basis!

Sure, that's a stupid argument. Everyone agrees that's a stupid argument. Still, maybe you could get someone to buy it.

Why would they?

Because you say so.

[Moving Sale]

Take comfort in what little purchase you seem to think you're achieving from those straws you keep grasping. No matter how you try to spin it Mt Tam is north of the 101 when the 101 passes below Mt Tam.

No. Let me remind you.

Tam isn't north of 101... ever. Not even when it's hugging the coast in Pismo or SB. Mt Tam is West 122° 34.666' longitude. The GGB is 122°29' and by the time 101 gets to Gilroy it's 121.568'. Pismo is 120 and SB is 119.

101 is NEVER South of Mt Tam. Try again you vapid fucktard.

[Van]

Mt Tam is north of the GGB. TVO is now attempting to argue degrees. Once again facing defeat TVO eschews the gist of any relevant point in lieu of his favorite spin tactic, splitting cunt hairs.

-Common Sense

[Moving Sale]

Mt Tam is north of the GGB.

No it's not.

TVO is now attempting to argue degrees.

You do know that a compass is made up of degrees right?

[Van]

Do you often consult your compass while driving on the 101 North, south of Mt Tam, heading north over the GGB into Marin County?

You're merely quibbling over a few degrees on a compass, bitch. Mt Tam is also very slightly west of the GGB, by a few degrees, but it's clearly and primarily north of the GGB.

Unless you're planning on using instruments to parachute your way onto Mt Tam you'll probably be fine in simply calling it "north."

[Moving Sale]

Do you often consult your compass while driving on the 101 North, south of Mt Tam, heading north over the GGB into Marin County?

Yes.

You're merely quibbling over a few degrees on a compass, bitch. Mt Tam is also very slightly west of the GGB, by a few degrees, but it's clearly and primarily north of the GGB.

No. I told you if you had just changed GGB with SR you would not have been THAT far off. You did read my post right? You fucked up English AND Geography bitch.

Unless you're planning on using instruments to parachute your way onto Mt Tam you'll probably be fine in simply calling it "north."

Of SR. Like you said it was? Mmmmmm No.

[Van]

Mt Tam is pretty much to the west of SR. The GGB is south of Mt Tam.

That's it.

[Moving Sale]

Nice Rovian Response.

Are we through here yet?

[Van]

We were through the moment you began trying to argue that the GGB isn't south of Mt Tam.

Yes, we're through.

[Moving Sale]

Actually it was when you said Mt Tam was north of SR. Nice try though tardling.

[smackaholic]

Mt Tam is north of the GGB.

No it's not.

TVO is now attempting to argue degrees.

You do know that a compass is made up of degrees right?

Is North a degree?

No.

Among normal people, the ones who think trees are actually alive, North is a general direction, normally indicated by pointing. You don't have be a professional fukking surveyor to say north is over there somewhere. And so long as where you point to is somewhere within about 45 degrees of a true 0 degree heading, a normal person won't call you on it. A hairsplitting ambulance chasing bitter little elf on the other hand, will.

Now, kindly go fukk yourself.

[smackaholic]

Actually it was when you said Mt Tam was north of SR. Nice try though tardling.

Still waiting on the link to that quote.

[Moving Sale]

Among normal people, the ones who think trees are actually alive, North is a general direction, normally indicated by pointing.

So Mt Tam is north of SR? Yes or No. I'll take your answer in a non-spinning form please.

[Moving Sale]

Actually it was when you said Mt Tam was north of SR. Nice try though tardling.

Still waiting on the link to that quote.

That is because you can't read.

US-101 required no diversions in its [route out of] San Rafael ... in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north.

How dumb are you you vapid fuckhead?

[smackaholic]

why are you changing the quote, you lieing pos?

[smackaholic]

quote (kwt)
v. quot·ed, quot·ing, quotes
v.tr.
1. To repeat or copy the words of (another), usually with acknowledgment of the source.

Show me where it says anything about adding/deleting words or parenthesis or anything else.

[Moving Sale]

why are you changing the quote, you lieing pos?

Because I quoted it right 50 times and you STILL asked me to quote it again. I came to the conclusion that you can't read very well so I thought I'd help you out.
Got it you braindead fuckstick?

[smackaholic]

No, you twisted the quote to suit your arguement, like a typical scumbag pos lawyer.

I have already admitted that the way van originally stated it is a bit ambiguous. Calling it west of "the course" might have been more appropriate.

You do no such thing. You state a complete fukking lie and put words in his mouth. You don't find anything here ambiguous. You flatly state that SR is north of Tam, conveniently leaving out the whole course part.

Now, go climb on your little tykes escalade and find some nice cliff on tam to drive it off.

[.m2]

No, you twisted the quote to suit your arguement, like a typical scumbag pos lawyer.


You do no such thing. You state a complete fukking lie and put words in his mouth. You don't find anything here ambiguous. You flatly state that SR is north of Tam, conveniently leaving out the whole course part.

Look you fucking RETARD!!!!!


This is Van's quote on page 5.

US-101 required no diversions in its San Rafael to the GGB course in order to avoid Mt Tam sitting off to the north.

Nothing was taken out of context.... you fucking retarded moron !


The FACT that you take the word of someone who has NEVER been to Marin County and Mt. Tam (Van) and bypass the word of someone who drives in and out of Marin County 5 days a week... and passes by Mt. Tam on 101.... 10 times EVERY week (the truth) is beyond me.



You could be one of the stupidest motherfuckers to EVER post on this board.






the truth

[PSUFAN]

2ool, we have no reason to believe that you've ever even been to California.

[PSUFAN]

LOL...I guess you're afraid of spilling blood on them as you finally make good on your Final Solution?

[.m2]

2ool, we have no reason to believe that you've ever even been to California.

yeah.


These pics weren't put on my blog.... so they can't be stolen by my Spanish friends.

Good luck trying to find them on the net.

San Rafael.... looking SOUTH on 101 to Mt. Tam

Even if Vannie wishes that the mountain was behind me and NORTH of San Rafael.



San Rafael... heading NORTH to Novato




Damn that bumper to bumper traffic heading into San Rafael off to the left southbound on 101....







Oh yeah.... this would have been Vannie's exit into Marin.... from Sacramento.... if he would have made the trip.








Don't EVER.... question...









the truth

[Van]

m2, why do you have a blog?

You're a grown man, first of all. You make windchimes, which isn't exactly prime blogging material. More than anything though you hate the English language and blogs require writing.

What, is your blog all pictures and widely spaced, inscrutable captions in italics?

[.m2]

m2, why do you have a blog?

You're a grown man, first of all. You make windchimes, which isn't exactly prime blogging material. More than anything though you hate the English language and blogs require writing.

What, is your blog all pictures and widely spaced, inscrutable captions in italics?

I should clarify a bit.

We (four of us) share a blog and share our thoughts.

The twins... went to San Jose State and played on the football team and now live in Atlanta... while the other guy played O line on Cal and played for the New Orleans Saints in the 80's.


We all share something in common.


I might have said too much.







the truth

[Van]

Deep down, you really wish you were a spy, don't you? Secret codes, dead drops, double blinds, clandestine meetings on fog shrouded bridges in Bratislava....intrigue around every corner.

Oh, just to have secrets, secrets other people want, nay, need you to divulge...but you won't, not you, because you're an experienced operator, a highly trained professional, and the information you carry simply cannot fall into the wrong hands...

Shit totally makes you hard, doesn't it?

[Blueblood]

Deep down, you really wish you were a spy, don't you? Secret codes, dead drops, double blinds, clandestine meetings on fog shrouded bridges in Bratislava....intrigue around every corner.

Oh, just to have secrets, secrets other people want, nay, need you to divulge...but you won't, not you, because you're an experienced operator, a highly trained professional, and the information you carry simply cannot fall into the wrong hands...

Shit totally makes you hard, doesn't it?

Find out who the Cal lineman was that played on the Saints in the 80's....


I'll let you know if you're on the right path.





the truth

[Van]

I'll find out when you tell me, otherwise I won't find out because I won't bother to find out. Once you tell me I won't care anyway.

See, none of this is even remotely pertinent info to anyone but you. The only part that intrigued me was the notion of m2 maintaining a blog. I don't care about your roommates' part in it. It's the notion of you attempting to put your thoughts into words and then putting those words out for all the world to see that intrigues me.

If it's a collaborative effort though then I'm guessing your only role is to download pictures.

[PSUFAN]

A few stolen pics from a highway in NoCal - that you have already posted - tell us nothing.

[smackaholic]

Now we have mstool going zyclone.....sort of. Atleast Zy posts pics of himself with alledged celebrities.

Let's all see if we can go mstool and mention someone we went to school with that became a pro athlete.

I'll go first.

Mike Adams, NBA guard in 80s-90s. Played college ball at BC. Nice guy. Held the NBA 3 point record for a spell. Knew him through middle and high school. Sat right behind me in chemistry.

Holy fukking shit!!!! I'm somebody. Rack the fukk outta me.

[War Wagon]

Let's all see if we can go mstool and mention someone we went to school with that became a pro athlete.

I'll play.

David Cone.

His dad, Ed, coached our B-ball team in 7th and 8th grade. David was one great shooter and we won the parochial league city championship one year. His dad was a great coach. We used to play H.O.R.S.E. in his backyard.

Also played little league baseball against him and faced him a few times when he was pitching. He was pretty good, but I never dreamed he grow up to win the Cy Young award.

That's the extent of my 15 seconds of fame.

[Van]

Okay, I'll play Zysdale too, and every single word here will be true. Lame, usually, but absolutely true...

I played Little League and high school ball with Jack McDowell, former Stanford star and Cy Young winner for the White Sox.

I owned that fucker. Never mind that he was a couple years younger than me, which matters a whole lot at that age. He hadn't yet become the monster he became later.

Don't care. He didn't even start on my high school team. I owned him. So there.

I also beaned Barry White's terrified kid in Little League. Repeatedly. Flat out ruined him for baseball.

Lessee here, what else...

During MLB's strike season HOF-er Don Sutton played a little bit in a semi pro league, just to keep throwing. His team played my team. He started and I was my team's lead off hitter. I faced precisely one pitch from him. First pitch of the game, I lined a single off his left shin. He even rubbed it, and my team laughed at him for not walking it off.

That's not the only reason he doesn't belong in the HOF but it's plenty good enough reason.

In one day, in the same hotel, I once shared two separate elevator rides with noted 80s era comic Yakov Smirnoff and noted statesman Henry Kissinger.

Chevy Chase once ignored me after cutting me off on La Cienega, in Beverly Hills. He was driving something that looked like this...



...only it was much gaudier, with a bunch of header pipes sticking out the hood.

I once played played a couple games of pool with Judd Hirsch from Taxi fame. It was about 1:00 am in a pool hall in Tarzana. I knew who he was. Surprisingly, he had no clue who I was. He didn't laugh when I gave him my best Louie DiPalma "Riiieger" impersonation. He just looked at me like warmed over death.

I once stood behind Kelsey Grammer at a concession stand at a SoCal drive in theater. He looked like he would've rather been anywhere.

I once sat next to Gary Busey during "Les Miserables." He was completely blotto shitfaced. He had no clue where he was and when the show was over he half scared people to death with that stupid cane he was waving around in the lobby.

When I was a little kid I once helped Michael Nesmith of the Monkees feed a white rat to his snake. I was friends with his son and I was visiting their house. The kid asked me if I wanted to watch his dad feed their snake.

It wasn't until years later however that I found out who his dad really was.

I once pulled up alongside George Lucas. It was on Lucas Valley Rd, his own street, of all places. I was on a motorcycle, he was in a black 745Li with a dent in the left rear quarter panel.

I once pulled up alongside MC Hammer on the eastbound I-80, in West Sacramento. I was on a motorcycle and he was in a BMW convertible. No Hammer pants. He did have pants on, fortunately.

I once sat one table over from Anthony Munoz and Roy Foster during lunch at Dr Hoggly Woggly's Tyler Texas Bar-B-Que, in Sepulveda, California. We were the only three people in the place.

Roy Foster can down a lot of fucking food.

I once sat one table over from Steve Garvey and O.J. Simpson and their four blonde bimbo dates for the evening. This was at Spagos, on Sunset.

Garvey didn't say a word all night. His dates ignored him. O.J. was the life of the party. His red Ferrari's license plate read "Juice1."

I once had an actual conversation with Danny Bonnaducci and his Asian hottie girlfriend. We sat next to each other at the counter of a breakfast joint called Millie's Cafe, in Reseda.

Dude was really obnoxious to his girlfriend. He was cool to my wife and me but he treated his own girl horribly.

I once sat and listened to Yngwie Malmsteen talk about Randy Rhoads, in a house in Granada Hills. He was recuperating from crashing his Jaguar and I was tagging along with friends who were at the house doing a small drug deal.

Yngwie spoke very poor English back then. He didn't have much good to say about Randy as a player. He knew about him and he thought Rhoads was way overrated. He also absentmindedly shredded on an unplugged Les Paul the entire time he talked. It was like breathing for him.

Twenty years later, as I was sitting near the front of the stage at the Reno G3 show, Yngwie drilled me in the chest with one of his guitar picks.

I'm pretty sure it was just a coincidence.

I once talked with Joe Satriani and his drummer for about twenty minutes, following the San Francisco theater premier of the "G3: Tokyo" DVD. Satch thinks Holdsworth and Morse are incredible and he'd really love to have Holdsworth do a G3 tour but the promoters just don't think Holdsworth will put enough butts in the seats. He said he got along with Yngwie just fine but he sure wouldn't want to be in Yngwie's band because Yngwie thinks his band's entire backstage beer allocation is his.

Satch's drummer made it pretty clear that he thinks Yngwie's an asshole.

I once auditioned for Delaney Bramlett, of
"Bonnie & Delaney" and "Derek & The Dominoes" fame. I was again tagging along with buddies who were visiting a guy he was staying with at an apartment in La Crescenta.

He smoked pot the whole time and he had me audition for his upcoming European summer tour. He literally plugged a Strat into this guy's home stereo, rather than into a guitar amplifier. I played, he said I got the gig, then he fell asleep on the couch.

Never heard from him again.

One time I was at a guitar store on Ventura Bl, in Sherman Oaks. Some guy had his back to me and he was sitting on a bench, facing the wall. He was holding a guitar, tuning it. I sat down on an adjoining bench, my back to the guy. I started testing a Fender Twin Reverb. A few moments later this guy starts comping chords beneath me, giving me some rhythm guitar for the bluesy soloing shit I was playing.

After a few minutes of it we just sorta wound it down together. We turned around to face each other, both of us laughing over our cool little jam.

"Sounds goood, maaaaan!" the guy said, a big loopy smile on his face.

It was Joe Walsh.

"Uhh...thanks." I meekly responded. I bailed, immediately.

I once had Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden basically sell me my first ever guitar. He was at a guitar store in Sepulveda talking to the owner and I was in there checking out these Aria guitars, which were these cheap starter guitars. The owner was showing Dickenson this new batch of black "Pro II" Arias he'd just gotten in so Dickenson played one for a minute or two.

When he was done he said, "Nice guitar."

The owner said to me, "See?"

I bought it. I'm sure I way overpaid for it. Btw, Bruce Dickenson is about the same size as a lawn jockey.

One time Allan Holdsworth brought me up on stage in a little jazz club in Hollywood, following the second of two shows I'd attended. He spent a good twenty minutes walking me through his stage set up, including his crazy "SynthAxe" guitar rig.

Incredibly gracious man, to take it upon himself to do that for some stupid twenty year old star struck kid. It was like the Joe Greene Coke commercial.

I once had lunch two tables over from Yoko and Sean Ono, in Agoura Hills. Sean never spoke, Yoko never shut up.

When I was a little kid I got grounded for a week by my parents for calling Los Angeles Rams running back Les Josephson "the worst running back in the league," at a YMCA awards banquet.

He was the guest speaker and once he was done with his little speech he fielded questions from the audience.

I hated the Rams. So, when there was a break in the questions I stood on my chair and I raised my hand. My mom thought it was adorable. Les Josephson pointed to me. In the dead silence of the cavernous hall I asked him that question..."What's it like being the worst running back in the league"...loudly.

To this day my mom still maintains that that was the single most embarrassing moment of her life.

A couple years ago I was at Gary Brawer's shop in San Francisco, getting some PLEK work done on a guitar. The day I came in to pick it up Gary was standing there at the counter, talking to James Hetfield and Neal Schon. They were talking about Satriani's latest crazy airbrushed guitar, which Gary had up on his PLEK machine.

When I showed up Gary called me over and introduced me to Hetfield and Schon and then he showed them my guitar. It was this one...



Schon sounded like a total hippy burn out when he said, "That's the most bitchin' quilt I've ever seen. Love the green, dude."

When I worked for the L.A. Times I collected at the door from Rog, Rerun and Shirley, from "What's Happening."

They all lived in different apartments spread out around Burbank.

Shirley was happy to have someone recognize her. Rerun was just a big, happy clown and he always paid in cash. Rog's check bounced, I later learned.

I also collected from Batman, Adam West, the gay one from the TV show. What a sad little queen. He was also living in Burbank.

Dano Plato, too. She was wearing a ratty blue bathrobe when she answered the door to her condo in Chatsworth.

She offed herself less than a year later.

When I was maybe seven years old I attended a Lakers basketball camp. Happy Hairston, Gail Goodrich and Mel Counts showed up. Wilt didn't.

I got a little certificate which said I had the "best outlet pass" of the camp; I got another for having the "best left handed layup skills."

I was the only left handed kid in my group.

During MJ's final year in the NBA with the Wizards I once shared an elevator ride at Arco Arena with Kwame Brown. The guy's forearms were as big as my head. Still, there I was with him in an elevator, along with some other Wizards player whose name I can no longer recall. I was heading up to the buffet and Kwame and this other player were just riding the elevators, goofing around. Kwame was just being a kid, enjoying life as an eighteen year old in the NBA. He was in full uniform, screwing around two hours before the game.

Before I grabbed that elevator to go get dinner I spent a few minutes checking out MJ practicing. He was down on the floor, working with an assistant coach of the Wizards. They were all alone. They were thirty feet from the basket, working on MJ's back to the basket drop step.

MJ...two hours before game time...bad knees and all...in his final season in the league...working on his own on something as mundane as a back to the basket drop step.

Pretty much, there's the difference between MJ and Kwame Brown. Pretty much, there's the difference between MJ and the rest of the inhabitants of planet earth.

[smackaholic]

Van, where are the pics man? You can't prove shit without the pics. Just ask mstool.

[Van]

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.

I also met R-Jack. I gots no pics to prove it though.

[PSUFAN]

Rrrrack Van.