^ Do what now? Are you saying you don't like British sifts, foad? And the only famous chimney sweep I can think of was Dick Van Dyke, and I think we all know he was not a real Cockney

videosift.co.uk sucks, go away you chimney sweeps

I'm in Schmawy! Although a 10c dirty roof day 2 would suck. That 5.7 chimney would rock so hard... I agree with Beth though, climbing in the cold blows, and I'm still not 100% on trad climbing

"Oh no - the chimney's fallen of!"

There's a sentence you don't often hear on car shows these days. Or centuries.

Well after a small amount of research it appears that the nazies used Carbon monoxide as well as cyanide. so there goes his large chimney and and sealed room theory ore at minimum his necessity for it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gas_chamber

"homosexuals, physically and mentally disabled, and intellectuals. In early 1940, the use of hydrogen cyanide produced as Zyklon B was tested on 250 Roma children from Brno at the Buchenwald concentration camp.[4] On September 3, 1941, 600 Soviet POWs were gassed with Zyklon B at Auschwitz camp I; this was the first experiment with the gas at Auschwitz.[5]
One of the destroyed crematoria at Auschwitz concentration camp

Carbon monoxide was also used in large purpose-built gas chambers. The gas was provided by internal combustion engines (detailed in the Gerstein Report).[6]"


"The gas chamber at Auschwitz I was reconstructed after the war as a memorial, but without a door in its doorway and without the wall that originally separated the gas chamber from a washroom. The door that had been added when the gas chamber was converted into an air raid shelter was left intact.[10]"

Maybe I'll get my kletterschuhe back out this summer. I know I need a new harness. I'm a fat cat now. I might want to switch back to 11mm lead rope, for that matter.
*promote


Here's a great topo of the route. I'll take the first and fourth pitch, we can swap around on the chimney. Starting out on a 5.9 layback in the morning is rough, but I'll do it if I can take the finish! Who's game?

Look out your window
That grass ain't green
It's kinda yellow
See what I mean?
Look up your chimney
The sky ain't blue
It's kinda yellow
You know it's true
It's so hard to figure what it's all about
(Chorus)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist & shout
When you're inside out
Look down your drain pipe
What color do you see?
It's got to be yellow
Don't try to fool me
And don't it make you wanna twist and shout
(Chorus)
Be careful where you're walking
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff
Take care when you are breathing
Something's funny in the air
And somethings I'm not saying
Bout what's happening out there
It's inside out
Look into the future
With your mystic crystal ball
See if it ain't yellow
See if it's there at all
Ain't no shadow of doubt
Don't it make you wanna twist and shout
(Chorus)

Oldie (by internet standards) but goldie. Also NSFW.

Bodily fluids disaster story


"I originally wrote this story as a reply in one of those "funny drinking stories" threads a couple of months ago. It is a very embarrassing story about me when I was a stupid teenager, not that much different from a lot of people's drinking stories, but with a twist of lemon. Lots of people seemed to like it, so I thought I would illustrate and narrate the story in its own thread for maximum hilarity.

This all happened when I was 18 years old. I had dropped out of highschool twice by this point, ditched a lot of my friends because I was a selfish idiot and generally didn't give a gently caress about anything. I hardly ever ate anything and was skinny as gently caress, showered maybe once every three days, took a poo poo load of drugs and smoked like a chimney. I didn't have any prospects for the future. I just followed every impulse I had. I stole hundreds of dollars of stuff from the gas station I worked at. I stole poo poo from my parents. I shop lifted. I'm sure lots of people have been through a phase like this and I feel very sorry for all of you.

Basically, I was a creepy, disgusting and smelly gently caress that almost no one would ever let their daughter be friends with. Upon getting to know me, you would probably never want to see me again. (...) Continue reading"

my 3 yr old seems quite skeptical of Santa and his magical powers as she questioned how Santa gets into houses with no fireplaces, how he gets all around the world in one night, or how he got into our house when she knows there is a cover at the top of the chimney to protect it from rainwater. While I personally don't want to encourage the Santa lie(myth), the wife see's no problem in it, so I told my daughter those were good questions and asked her questions back to her to answer what she thought. In the end I told her i didn't know but that her reasoning sounded plausible. My wife would say "it's magic"

I try to raise my kid to question things (how they work and why) and be skeptical and inquisitive. I think she'll apply those skills in time to the mythology that we pass onto our kids as truth (Santa, Easter Bunny). Part of my fear is that since kids are so easily indoctrinated and I don't want her buying into the mythology that is religion (I'm hopefully preparing her critical thinking for when her grandparents try to push their belief of their god and magical jesus on her - when I'm not around)

None of this has squelched her creativity or imagination as she plays and talks about unicorns, pegasus's, fairies, monsters, etc... all the while knowing those are all imaginary things. It's kind of like giving her the knowledge that santa isn't real without telling her directly.

In the end every parent deals with it differently and there is no right or wrong way.

Wow so awesome. I'd like higher video quality though, the birds are hard to see in youtube quality.
I wondered how the swifts lodge in there, apparently they build their nests onto the insides of the chimney.

This site gives some more information and even viewing times for people who live in the area and would like to see it.
http://www.audubonportland.org/local-birding/swiftwatch/swifts

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I'm up to episode 3 when the divorcee is introduced. I keep telling myself that surely women weren't treated that poorly - but I think we've just forgotten after a generation or two.

They've really done their research. I enjoy just looking around at the sets they've put together - all this great furniture from the 60s. But in general it's not a pretty picture of the era. Doctors smoking while giving pelvic exams, parents freely slapping around other people's kids when they get out of line, women smoking like chimneys at 8 months pregnancy.

That's the big thing - everybody smokes - everywhere. These actors deserve hazardous duty pay.

If you like retro, advertising or just good performances - check out this show.

I walked 47 miles of barbed wire,
Used a cobra snake for a neck tie.
Got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made out of rattlesnake hide.
I got a brand new chimney made on top,
Made out of human skulls.
Now come on darling let's take a little walk, tell me,
Who do you love

Nice poem:) I think we need more Bertolt Brecht:

FROM A GERMAN WAR PRIMER

AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED
It is considered low to talk about food.
The fact is: they have
Already eaten.

The lowly must leave this earth
Without having tasted
Any good meat.

For wondering where they come from and
Where they are going
The fine evenings find them
Too exhausted.

They have not yet seen
The mountains and the great sea
When their time is already up.

If the lowly do not
Think about what’s low
They will never rise.

THE BREAD OF THE HUNGRY HAS
ALL BEEN EATEN
Meat has become unknown. Useless
The pouring out of the people’s sweat.
The laurel groves have been
Lopped down.
From the chimneys of the arms factories
Rises smoke.

THE HOUSE-PAINTER SPEAKS OF
GREAT TIMES TO COME
The forests still grow.
The fields still bear
The cities still stand.
The people still breathe.

ON THE CALENDAR THE DAY IS NOT
YET SHOWN
Every month, every day
Lies open still. One of those days
Is going to be marked with a cross.

THE WORKERS CRY OUT FOR BREAD
The merchants cry out for markets.
The unemployed were hungry. The employed
Are hungry now.
The hands that lay folded are busy again.
They are making shells.

THOSE WHO TAKE THE MEAT FROM THE TABLE
Teach contentment.
Those for whom the contribution is destined
Demand sacrifice.
Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry
Of wonderful times to come.
Those who lead the country into the abyss
Call ruling too difficult
For ordinary men.

WHEN THE LEADERS SPEAK OF PEACE
The common folk know
That war is coming.
When the leaders curse war
The mobilization order is already written out.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY: PEACE
AND WAR
Are of different substance.
But their peace and their war
Are like wind and storm.

War grows from their peace
Like son from his mother
He bears
Her frightful features.

Their war kills
Whatever their peace
Has left over.

ON THE WALL WAS CHALKED:
They want war.
The man who wrote it
Has already fallen.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY:
This way to glory.
Those down below say:
This way to the grave.

THE WAR WHICH IS COMING
Is not the first one. There were
Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end
There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people
Starved. Among the conquerors
The common people starved too.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY COMRADESHIP
Reigns in the army.
The truth of this is seen
In the cookhouse.
In their hearts should be
The selfsame courage. But
On their plates
Are two kinds of rations.

WHEN IT COMES TO MARCHING MANY DO NOT
KNOW
That their enemy is marching at their head.
The voice which gives them their orders
Is their enemy’s voice and
The man who speaks of the enemy
Is the enemy himself.

IT IS NIGHT
The married couples
Lie in their beds. The young women
Will bear orphans.

GENERAL, YOUR TANK IS A POWERFUL VEHICLE
It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men.
But it has one defect:
It needs a driver.

General, your bomber is powerful.
It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant.
But it has one defect:
It needs a mechanic.

General, man is very useful.
He can fly and he can kill.
But he has one defect:
He can think.

- Bertolt Brecht, from the Svendborg Poems (1938)

Yay! I don't relish the thought of being locked in a cage. Although hurling feces might be fun.

In reply to this comment by Sarzy:
Thanks, schmawy! You'll definitely be one of the filthy humans I spare when I instigate the chimp uprising.

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
*promote. Congratulations on the two-fitty, Sarzo the magnificent!