I'm a butt head...

“actually it has been quite interesting.
It beats all the political threads

I am sure we all have our own stories about our lives that would be interesting to read. Not sure how many would want to share them on here though”

“People on here only believe my misfortunes. So I'll share the next fun one as soon as it happens.”

“As soon as I finish this installment...influences...many there have been...and many there currently are. oh and BTW...thanks for the nice words. Acid...hahaha...yeah, I remember doing that, one time the verge across the court from my dorm room came alive, we were playing risk...remember that game...I do, it was fun...We did a couple of tabs and the verge came alive...you could see it breathing and pulsing with life...I won that risk game, I think it was the only time too. and then the shrooms...that was always the best...real colors...lots of browns...maybe thats why I like brown to this day. I used to love going riding on my bike while tripping. I'd never do it in the city though...too much to concentrate though. I'd go riding up in North NJ. All day rides through the country. The sun, trees, colors...air...all combined to make very memorable experiences...one time I met a girl while riding through Montclair and we started talking and wound up dating for a while...she was really nice, her name was/is Fredilyn, I thought "what an intersting name" fathers name was Fred, mothers was Lyn...wonder what ever happened to her? You know...I loved the outdoors even then and this is about the time I started hiking with my friends...Bill and Joe. And I made my first hiking stick...I still have it, named it Narsil...go figure...Tolkien inspired...the Sword that cut the ring from Sauron's finger. Then I made other hiking stiks, for Bill, Joe and many others. I was totally into it and it acutally paid the rent one time when I was forced to part with a few peices when I was desperate for money. I'm sorry I let those things go, and wonder where they are today. They were crude in comparrison to what I do today, but the foundation was being developed and there isn't much difference from then to today, other than ornamentation and detail skills. And so was born Stikmon Hiking and Walking Stiks. I didn't stop until 6 years ago, when I took a break from it, but that is over and Dayhikers stik was the second peice that I touched in recent days and I completed Voronolf that waited patiently for the break to end. A few of you have seen it and many more will in the future. I sure hope it lasts longer than its predacessor, Olftauron, who died a premature death in the Barrens of NJ, on a hike with Stratusloop. we were crossing a swampy crossing that was blocked by some sticker weeds, and I use the stik to lift and move the thorny branches from my path, and then for some unknown reason, I started to wack and beat the bush and then a stroke of lightening came down from the heavens and smote the stick and broke it asunder. It shattered the stik with a loud burst and it fell from my hand to lay dead upon the ground. My hand was vibrating and smoke issued from the broken staff. The magic that had been infused into its making was gone and it no longer serves any purpose other than ornamentation in my home. That was long ago, and I shall never again, beat the bushes or hurt the earth. This was certainly my most prized personal possession and the pinnacle of my art, and it was taken from me by God...no doubt in my mind as it was a solid peice of walnut with no cracks or flaws in the wood. At that moment, I knew that God protects all living things, and I was punished for injuring something that God created. God...belief in God is strong in me...Not like God as a corporeal entity...Man or woman...black or white...thats silly, but IF god were to be a physical entity, it surly would be as a woman, or possibly like Christopher Lowell. I say this because men, certainly can't create the beauty that women (or Mr Lowell) can. Men have destroyed the planet, we corrupt, women, by their very nature are creators...they give birth to all things human...women are magic, thats for sure. Men are just.........men. Anyway...god...my belief is strong, but, I don't believe in religion...but that was covered previously. God may reside in all of us and therefore indoors and inside the 6 walls (4 sides, roof and floor=6walls) of a church, mosk or temple, but the true experience of God can only be attained in the wild places of the earth. Where one can see past, present and future with no obstructions, such as walls.

I've (and probably many of you all too) have seen amazing things while out in the wilds...shooting stars, eclipses, clouds, wind, rain, blinding snowfields...can't get that inside a building. Those visions are what God is all about...natural art. I love art, in all its forms...but art is only a pale shadow of reality...even DaVinci only mimicked what was visible in the real world. Glass is special...cause its not something that appears naturally, so, glass is unique, but it reminds me of water, fluid and full of movement. I think that there is still magic in the universe and that it now only resides in Water. It is THE most powerful force. Earth, Wind and Fire do not compare to water, cause water can eat the earth, put out the fire and makes wind even stronger. Water is comparable to woman...totally irresistable...hmmmm...interesting thought and a new one for me. I think I'll pause a moment and ponder that for a bit.
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“Women...great and mysterious creatures. Full of wonder and suprise. Can't live with em and wouldn't want to live without them. I hope I get one soon...not in a possessive way, no, that would be wrong..but one to share life with. Had one, but that ended, or rather really never started, but, thats a very long tale and one that I'm not yet ready to delve into. No, I'm more interested in the present, Met a real nice woman recently via the internet, had a couple of real nice dates and blah blah blah. Things were electric, meaning that there we great chemistry and what I thought would turn into intimacy. We even went on a canoe trip and it was great. then 4 days after the canoe trip, I got the call...uhhhhhhhhhhh...I'm not romantically attracted to you and only want to be freinds...WTF??? Where did the chemistry go? OMG...it was like the flipping of a light switch, and then we got together last week and had a great day in the city (memphis) and it was like...this is good, but I don't know...I'm only a dumbasse man and don't profess to understand the ways of women...Watching Oprah didn't seem to help either. Well...so now I am in the "friend" status. Thats ok, cause haveing a freind is better than not. But, I'd really like to have a girlfriend. I'll just have to wait and see...anywhoo...women...strange, mysterious and full of magic.

That's the present and part of my "world of confusion" this week...hehehe...explains alot you think, or so I think, but there's more...lots more...45 years of more...so read on, or not...cause I'm just gettin started (again) oh yeah...annual meltdown...not really, just clearing the closet to make room for the future junk.

risks...we all take them. What level of risk are we taking...dare I call my boss a lying sack of #&%!$...nope, not me...I like my boss. I certainly don't hate my job...sometimes I hate the people that I work with, but thats professional and not personal...personally, I love em, and envy the simple lives that they've had to live. I wish my life had been simple...but being an only child in a disfunctional family with insanity running on both sides of the fence...Boy, I had a temper as a youth, and still do, but I'm much better now...thank you very much...more lithium please..better yet...lets shoot up with the good stuff....yeah, bury the junk so deep, that it can't ever resurface...thats what most people do...bury it until it creeps out and festers and distorts all reality. live a life that isn't your own, but someone elses. Who is that someone, heck I don't know...looks like me, but it isn't. (musical quote) "this is not my beautiful wife, this is not my beautiful house, my god, how did I get here"? who the heck knows...sometimes we just arrive and don't remember the journey...Well, I remember my journey, but, I still wonder how did I get here. Seems that everything I've ever done was timed to get me to right where I'm at at this particular moment. Having DeJaVu, is a normal thing for me. I've always had a sense...been there done that. I don't talk about it because I certainly don't want to appear weird...now thats funny, cause despite that desire of not being perceived as weird, I got it anyway. So, why bother denying it...I'm weird. I feel better now just saying that and seeing it in print. I'm a bit tired today, as I didn't go to bed till late and I got up at the normal time, so, I might be babbling a bit...like I didn't do that yesterday. and my eyes are closed at this particular time, but, I'm a good typest and can see the words in my mind and just keep on blazingly typing. I was not always a great typist, my typing teacher in High School, Mr Gorski, said I was terrible and he was correct. I always paid a girl in college to type my reports up, that is after I actually started to do homework, oh yeah, that first year I nearly flunked out, well, I had to beg to be allowed to return...had 5 classes and got 1 D. My cum was .25 very BAAAAAAAAAD. and I didn't even smoke weed then, so I can't use that as an excuse. I just blew it and didn't even try or care. But upon coming home that christmas, I was presented with an ultimatum...(big parental word) "either buckle down or get a job, or get married and move out or go into the military, but, your not gonna be a bum. We didn't raise you up to be a bum". I decided that it couldn't be any harder than HS and started to actually utilize my learning techniques that I had developed in HS and "buckled down". I also started to smoke pot. I got 1 A, 2B's and 1 C that second semister. but, I was so far down on the poop list, I was still on probation for the next 2 years. My final semister, just to prove that I could have done it all along, I got strait A's and got deans list, but, graduated with a 3.25. Would have been 3.8 0r .9 if I hadn't screwed up that first semister. Oh well...the most important thing I learned in college was (this is important, so pay attention) "How to learn". Its not the subject matter that is important, its how to absorb information, retain it, understand and be able to use some if when its needed. Learning how to learn is what college is all about. how to roll a joint with one hand and light it with a match in one hand too is also good to learn. I still can't do that cool pencil twirling thing in one hand though, and I practice all the time. I like that coin roll across the nuckle thing too...maybe one day, I'll try to learn that.

I think I'll go home and eat some dinner. I'm gonna skip workin out tonight as I cranked out the past 3 nights and my body is sore and tired. plus, I can barley keep my eyes opened. Gotta day off tomorrow...extra vacation day, and I hope to get the leaves raked and utilize that effort to stretch the tightness out. Gotta nice day hike planned for sunday with a friend...yes, I do have friends in Kennett. surprise surprise. Later folks...its been nice again to strum the memory chords.”

“spent the night gettin my butt chewed out by Stratusloops wife. Karen is the only one of my closest friends that is a woman, well other than their Daughter Rebecca. God, I love them to death and would risk anything on their behalf. Need a kidney?...no worries..here's mine...arm?...cut, saw, chop...here ya go. Rebecca is my newest bestest friends...she's like 9 now, or will be shortly...3 years ago we were sittin on the bay shore watching the sunset and she asked me if I was her Daddy's best friend, and I said "yeah, I am" and she asked me if I would be her best freind and I asked her what is a best friend, and she told me that a best freind calls all the time on the phone, I laughed and said that she was right, I then asked her how long she wanted to be best freinds, and she looked into my eyes and said "for forever" and I said, that I thought that I could do that. She gave me a small seashell at that moment and it has lived in my vehicle ever since...I think of her everyday. I've been a bit remiss on my friendship to Joe...seems we had some "words" without the speaking recently..differenc of opinions and ebawhatnot. I'm sorry Joe. I really am. Hope you read this cause you've been a huge part of my life for so long...cause after Joel moved away, you soon moved in and you've never left. Thanks for stickin round. The road would have been less enjoyable without you, Karen and Rebecca. I was there the day after she was born...I would have been there that day, but did I get a call????? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! but thats ok. day 1 was cool too. Loretta and I didn't have children (I don't like the word kids...a kid is a baby goat and a child is small human) and I told Joe that I was going to live parenthood through him, and I'm doing just that...thanks to you 2 for bringing Rebecca into my world. She gets it all...even the junk in the attic. So, when that Grand Teton trip happens, I guess I need to warn you to be prepared for the Allied moving truck to deliver my musuem to you all. hahaha...my final way of dumping all my #&%!$ onto you....hehehehe. I've got it alllllllllllllllllll figured out, I sure do...well...not really, but then again, I'm a bit off my rocker this week and am not fully in control (control again) of myself...and are we ever really in control...no, not really, we think we are,,,but not really. ok, now I'm going home...sheesh, but I sure can write...I should copy paste this so that I have it saved. I wonder if anyone would buy it and read it...maybe I'll win a pulitzer...but, who cares...its not about awards...its about doing it...like Nike says...just DO IT!”

“My first post and last, I was not chewing stikmon out, I was standing up for my husband and his right to express his opinion, maybe not always in the right way, but his right to express it. This being my first time on TT and again my last. I would like to say one thing. It seems to me that some of you need to realize that hiking and camping is a wonderful past time and if you enjoy it more power to you, but in the whole scheme of things it not that important.”

“all relative, to what one feels at the receiving end of the talking. I felt chewed, cause thats what I felt I deserved even if thats not what was delivered...the good thing is that now, I get to add K to my "who have you met list" cause she posted...

seems that I've run out of steam. don't worry, I'll eat some baked beans and be back with even more gaseous nonsense. The nice thing about it is it is only for me...I got a funny feeling that I'll be hiking solo alot soon. Whatever. I don't really care. I got Khatru and what more can a person want.”

“I disagree....I work hard everyday.......and camping and backpacking are VERY important to me....I relax....I meditate....I visit with friends.....maybe it is dif cause my kids are all grown up...I used to make them come with me...and I'll bet if ya ask them if we had fun...they will answer yes.....and someday I hope to have someone to share it with......I refuse to date anyone who doesn't camp.....It is very important to me.......but...to each ....his own!!!”

“know what time it is, does anybody really care? I get the sense that the answers are No and No. Seems that its anynomous and that there isn't really any caring. Oh sure, we share weekends and such, but that isn't caring. I know if I read someone going off, I'd wonder what the heck is going on...and make a point to touch that person to see what the deal is. But maybe thats because I really do care. and doesn't that just make me the damnest special person going. You know, I get an email, and then immediately pick up the phone and say,,,hey, whats goin on...my phone hardley ever rings. I usually call the credit card companies just so I have someone to talk to. LOL...kidding, but telemarketers...I love talkin to them...I just talk and talk and talk, till they hang up. It's a riot. But anyway...yes, to each their own to each their own to each their own...yadda yadda yadda. This was funny at first, and everyone was talkin back, but then when it became real and personal...everyone went running for cover. Bunch of freakin sissy whiners worried about thier own little fantasy worlds. Too phukin busy to give a freakin rats @ss about someone else...oh yeah...uncle bob...he can sprain a knee and everyones all "oh uncle bob, we're so sorry, will you be alright?, what can we do to help?" But god forbid someone go through some REAL anguish and everyone runs to the hills and aviods it like the plague. Well, I'm not runnin and if my tales and stories just wash over you like water over a stone, then shame on you, because even stones are effected by by water rushing over them. Or maybe you're just immune or uncaring to the truth that there are other lives out there and that maybe, you're considered a friend and should have some input. But that would mean responsibility. Responsibility to care, understand, comment, share, be involved...but that concept is foreign to soooooo many. I can tell it, just by what you write. Bunch of pathetic people too concerned about their own little universes to see that there are other universes to be involved with...oh well...silly humans. go on, do your thing. I got my things to do too. phhhhhhhhhhhhttttt”

“(tickles Stikky)”

“This is most likely the only time I'll post on this thread. The one with the problem has the responsibility of seeking resolution. It's not up to anyone who posts here to either fix or respond to you. Clearly you have some things to work out. We all do. If you're hurting bad enough (and maybe you're not) then start looking for community resources and start doing something to actually help yourself. Some folks would say that what you're posting is a cry for help, others would say you're just spinning your wheels and trying to get attention. Either way it doesn't matter. If you're hurting bad enough then reach out into the local community and find some professional help. There's nothing wrong with it. I've been there and done it. Listen to them and do what they suggest. Keep on doing it even when you start to feel better. So you'll know who's writing this, Nimblefoot is my new trail name for my AT thru hike. I used to be Snake Eyes. Good luck. Now get off your ass and do something positive for yourself.”

“thats not the problem...no, far from it, not a cry for help, no, far from it. Its not needed. This is more a tale of tales that maybe, just maybe, there is more to the people on this site than just anynomous people...you know, on my Mt Rogers Hike I sat next to Om, and this was my first time meeting her. I nicer person, once could not meet anywhere. She and I have known about each other for quite some time, and she asked me to tell her everything about myself. I laughed a bit and said that there wasn't much to tell. I lied to her. theres much to tell, and I hope that she sees this and reads. Question asked, question answered. There aren't many person who care enough about the people that they meet as a result of this site, so, my question to the people here is...do you care? REAlly care. Cause there's alot of sypmathy here, but it is, Im beleiveing superficial. Recently there have been some terrific personal tradegies. Ill fathers, homes burning down, and personal major injuries, theres lots of superficial stuff. Not many TRUELY care, or maybe I'm wrong, I hope that I am, cause I certainly care, but then again, I've got " no life of my own" so, I can spare a few emotions to throw out to the universe. No, I dont' really need to "get off my @ss to seek positive help". I do that every day and every time I step into the voids of the wilderness. You see, entering the wilderness is my religion. Its spiritually inspiring and soul rejuvenating. Thats why I do it. While the people that surround my head to church on Sunday, I do also...temple of the immaculate wilderness. Is what I call it. I'm not the only congegrant either. Those that get out as much as I do, aren't just doing it cause its better than tv on sunday morning...no, there's a deeper need and reason for the doing. It's like a cleansing a recharge.

Nimblefoot, thanks for your thoughts. Help is something that comes in many ways...but...hey, I made you look! have a great holiday season.”

“...there's a deeper need and reason for the doing. It's like a cleansing a recharge.

well said stikmon”

“whenever I step out of the car in the rockies and breathe that first breath after slinging on the pack and taking that first step away from the vehicle, its like a religious experience...a vibration of the force, electric....Ja mon! It makes my heart ROCK!!! and my soul just hangs on for the ride. I usually say to the car, "hey car, I hope to see you again soon, but just in case I don't, thanks for bringing me here".”

“mucho success!
“I admire anyone who steps foot on the mothertrail even if you don't finish...not that you won't, its still an amazing thing to contemplate. I'm not that amazing.”
Stikmon
10:16:40 PM
12/10/04

"I am not that amazing"


do you really feel that way???....that you are not amazing?????”

“Good book. Next installment please.

Many people don't feel the need to comment on everything they read. It doesn't necessarily mean they don't care.”

“I'm blushing. You know skully, I had a crush on ya when I first got here. I did, but then found out you dating some waterfowl type person, and then even married him. geeee...I was crushed.”

“oh yeah...I sent this thread to Hutton Mifflin (you know, publishers of LOTR) they are interested in publishing it and having Pete Jackson turn it into a screeplay, and they really like the idea of calling it "The fellowship of the road" not the trail, as I originally planned. But, I turned them down and said that they'd have to wait as I hadn't seen the last installment directors cut. So here we are, waiting for the release of LOTR return of the King...I know its gonna wind up under the tree. I just hope before I head to BB, so I can have a clear vision of it as I walk the wild place again.

Think about what you get when you enter the wilds. I think I once said that I could see past, present and future all at the same time. I seem to be sensitive of what "has been before" and my imagination (a very active one for sure) allows me to project what might yet be. The present is easy, anyone can do that, but can they. It is not always easy to "see" what your looking at. You see "seeing" is way more than just "looking". Seeing is understanding, and understanding is comprehension. To comprehend something is to become part of the thing, or more simply stated, to allow that thing to become part of you. So, as the theory goes, to actually SEE something, is to become part of it. and by becoming part of the thing, you change, cause change happens all the time, someone (much smarter than me) said change is the one constant in the universe. So changing is all that we can do. unfortunatley, change is sometimes so subtle that we don't know we are doing it. The biggest change that occured to me was the time I was in Joshua Tree in '99. That changed me in a very profound way, but it was only the beginning, then I went deserts of Arizona, then the rockies, then the everglades, then I discovered TT. yikes!!! things really changed then. A world of those with "like kind interests". yowza. the world was opened up in a new way for me, because I could see what you all shared. I met the Arkansas group first, Mozark, jerbear(although he was visiting and not really from Arkansas), Tex, Stalker, Jgiles and his brother, and others too. I even had a sighting of the elusive Bacpac. It was different, for sure...so many personalities, so many diversent individuals. Then two weeks later the Tennessee group. Walkindude and his brother, Opie, Bitpusher, katibug, and a few others. more individually unique persons with like minded interests. This was great. I no longer had to travel solo. oh, I like solo, don't get me wrong, but I was new to the sport, and had much to learn, and by seeing how these folks did what they did, was way better than reading about it in some magazine. There were lots of trips, lots of travel with my company which I capitalized on to take far away vacations and take my newly acquired backpack gear. I explored wherever I could, sometimes solo, sometimes with the chooches, sometimes with TT'ers who were willing to do my trek. Each trip changed me, each time, I got more "religion". Each time, the secrets of the universe were taught to me. Oh heck, that probably sounds silly, but to me (and thats what really counts) it is real. I've read lots of things...things that shouldn't be read, things that should be read by everyone. I've read the bible, new and old, talmud, koran, bag vad gita (sp?) and many other tomes. When one lets themselves go, one can "get it" alot easier. I've expereinced some really strange things while being in the wild places. the powers of old still exist, but they are too busy watching fear factor and the bachelor. We've made too many distractions and the old powers seem to be less interesting now. hahaha...go figure that one out, I dare ya...hehehe.

Lost lake in the rockies, the 11 Points in missouri, a giant mushroom in the Irish, the Gladden fields (well aspens) in Mueller SP, a nice campfire on the Points, tomorrow, I'll meet dave, cottonwood canyon...sorry, my screen saver on the pc, oh theres the bridge over new river in west virginia...and the desert orchid that I took in death valley...yeah...I've seen some really cool things and learned some startling revelations about myself...some things I didn't like, so I changed them or got rid of them, other things I liked and had forgotten how much I liked them. I actually like who I am now. I'm no longer bound by time or by the desire to attain wealth or even success. Those things are unimportant, you can't take them with you, and actually aren't even worth what you pay to get them. They are merely vehicles to do what you love to do. For me, thats exploring the wild places. Like many of you, I've spent a small fortune (well, at least a grand or 2) to get the tools so that survival and a bit of comfort could be reached while exploring the wilds. Sometimes those wild places are pretty tame, but I look on those weekend gigs as training and preparation to do some serious stuff...Even floating the rio through Big Bend was tame and no item of comfort was forgotten. I don't know what I'm preparing for, nor where I'm going, but I'm having fun doing it. And that fun has included many of the people on this site. Now, what did I write today, I have no idea...I never know what I'm writing until I'm finished and go back and read it. hehehe...spontaneous ramblings of a mind on fire. hehehe...

Hey!!! made you look...hahaha..you keep looking and I keep laughing, not at you, more so at me...god, I laugh alot...hardy laughs...belly laughs... I laugh at Khatru when he chases his tale...why does he do that anyway...its been attached to him since the day he was born, you'd think he would be used to it by now. He's gonna be 6 in May, and he has entered the beginning of his prime years. He is my heart and soul. He truely changed my life and in a way, saved it. Without him, I'd have succumbed to lonliness long ago, and this life I lead might not exist. To me, his name means "LIFE". he certainly gave me that...and momenst of doubt when he was a puppy...stubborn, willful, disobedient, belligerent, sneaky. All the characteristics of me. hehehe...I got what I deserved. Remember, what goes around comes around...a stronger truth never existed. One ALWAYS gets what one deserves...it might take a lifetime, but it will happen...it might even take 3 lifetimes...so think of your offspring...don't curse them to repay your debt to the universe...the universe NEVER forgets. But, I don't think that there are really any mean people in this place. I was hiking in Zion one time and got to the top of Angels landing when a young dude walked up to where I was standing, near the sheer drop off, and he said, "man thats a long way down" and I said "yep sure is, gonna do it?" he said "not today" I said "cool". then he said something to me that I have incorporated into myself "the people that make it way up here are a better breed of person". I looked at him for the first time seeing him and understanding him in his entirety. He's right...you all are a better breed of human...you've beheld the visions and are better persons for it. I look forward to entering the wildplaces, because thats the only place thats real to me anymore....the rest is all plastic and nonsense. Later all...more to come....I gotta vaccum Khatrus hair up and pay some plastic off.”

“where many probably feel that it belongs. hahaha...I've been busy. Did a 6 mile day hike yesterday with a newbie. A coworker that overheard me talking to myself about the day hike and she sort of invited herself along. I thought it would be fun to share the experience to someone who has sat life on the sidelines for way too long. You see, she recently awoke from her own personal "matrix". Realizing that the life she was leading was not the life she had dreamed of in her youth. She left her husband of 24 years, she is endeavoring to "find herself". I have a rule that I've lived by for many years concerning coworkers..."Thou shalt not share thy world with them". Oh, that probably sounds silly, but, the world of coworkers and friends can be two very distinct things. But, I feel for her and right now, she needs to have a couple of new visions and so, I allowed her to tag along...she got her butt whomped...LOL...(not bragging here) but this was like a walk around the block for me. I've done this trail before, so I knew when and where the difficulties would be and controlled the pace so that she would be able to "take it easy" where possible, and push when necessary. She had never been out on the trail for a sustained period of time and it was fun to see her really enjoying herself, in between the rests and huffing and puffing. I lent her a daypack and put in her fleece jacket and 2 1 liter platypus' of water for her and I had my Osprey, loaded with lunch, water filter and coat and snacks, oranges, cheese. and off we went on her first trek on the OT. She has lived in this area all her life and owns a cabin near the TH, but never stepped foot on the trail. It was a 5 hour walk and she really was worn out at the end, but was glowing from the accomplishment. It was nice to share my world and she vowed to do more, she is even talking about a backpack trek...LOL...I do have to be careful and very conscious of the "talk" that could ensue. She was a bit stiff today, but not in the way that she thought...women are built different then men...more rubbery and can recover better.

Tonight, I watched EarthSea on SciFi channel. Not anywhere as satisfying as LOTR, but it was good to see more magic from my youth come to life. I read the books, way back when, after devouring LOTR's. I was hungry for more magical histories and Ursala K. LeGuin delivered, and is my 2nd favorite set of books. I wonder which is my first...hmmmmm.

The time now is being spent in contemplation of Big Bend. A big trip, and one that tickles my imagination. I hope that I am up to the task. To put some minds at ease, I've not lost mine, contrary to my babblings. Confused about my situation with the lady of my current thoughts, yes. I guess being a friend outweighs being a lover, but I wish I could get me a little...LOL. I'm such a toad. later people...I need to finish my vaccuming and go to bed. I'm very tired as I feel the plague trying to get ahold of my body, but, I'm not gonna let it, not this close to BB. To keep me from going, it'll have to kill me.”

“Nice of you to take the gal for a walk. I have a rule about coworkers too: Don't get your honey where you get your money. Well, actually I stole that from someone here, maybe Divinity, but its just a lot more catchy than my old way of saying it.”

“Stikmon, you can never have too many friends.”

“Sounds like you made a convert, gained a friend and had a good time...win/win situation.”

“thought I'd bring this up from my past. It's no wonder no one from Trail Talk will go hiking with me. Actually, that was the plan from the get go. Weeding out the riff raff.

I have printed out the entire diatribe and will sift through the rubble and begin my book...

How to incorporate change after you tear your house down and begin the rebuilding process.

The hard part about rebuilding a life is being able to be grateful for the one you already have.


My therapist says my book should be a best seller and maybe I'll get on Oprah too.”

“Dang! I thought for sure this would be violin posting! ;-)”

“Oh Stikmon, quit your #&%!$ing.
We all know your therapist said you would never kill again if you stayed on your meds. ;-)”

“stikky, my opinion of you has done a complete 180. youve gone from being the last TT person i would ever want to hike with, to being someone i wouldnt mind hiking with, to being one of the people i want to meet and hike with the most.”

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Ain't that sweet.”

“would you like to join the Bonehead Society?”

“stove, you just went to the bottom of the list

>:-P”

“Hee Hee Hee....”

“I have to wear a hat, so the dogs don't chew on mine.”

“backpacking will have to wait till October. Scott...we'll see.

As far as the Bone Head society...Dude, I'm way older than you and in 1975, the BHS was invented by me and my boys...so, been there, done that. You missed out a long time ago.

and my therapist is not a psychiatrist and only they can subscribe meds. The good thing is that the only thing wrong with is that I didn't want to see reality as it was, I saw it as I wanted it to be and became angry when it wasn't what I wanted it to be.”

“I'm working on doing it right. sarcasm is my past, it isn't my present and won't ever be my future. Truth rules...if someone can't hear the truth, that isn't mine to try and change.”

“crash, you will enjoy hiking with stikmon. He serves up a good meal at home and on a paddle.”

“could i just eat it out of a pot? i dont know where that paddles been”

“and you don't want to! lol

Hey Stikmon, like I said before - you can pitch your tent or tie up the boat out here anytime you want to bro.”

“i dont know where that paddles been”
Crash Bang
5:32:16 PM
6/08/06

I am sure he could name a few names”

“I have hiked with Stikky. (And I liked it.)

I'd do it again, too.”

“The good thing is that the only thing wrong with is that I didn't want to see reality as it was, I saw it as I wanted it to be and became angry when it wasn't what I wanted it to be.

Ah, I see you used to be a Democrat.”

“I'd hike with stickmon. Not alone but maybe in agroup...armed. :P”

“but if it makes you feel better then I'm glad you feel better. That is what turned me off to this board...the nasty sarcasm, mine included.

Ruby, Ewker and Roam, thanks. Mike, that story that belongs to us continues. I should write a screen play and get Keanua Reeves to play me and Sandra Bullock to play Jody. I even have an actor picked to play you, but I can't remember his name.”

“Stories like that never end, they just develop new chapters, sometime even whole new books.

I don't know any actors names, only faces.
last edited: 6/08/06 11:15:08 PM”

“There is something unhealthy with your obsession to be healthy.

key word: 'obsession'

That ones free. Your therapist would have robbed you and never told you as much.”

“...to ME, all the rest of you are Wacked OUT...

No wonder I love this place, crazy people are fun!”

“"the sarcasm isn't appreciated...but if it makes you feel better then I'm glad you feel better. That is what turned me off to this board...the nasty sarcasm, mine included."

Who was using sarcasm. I was being honest.”

“I don't think he was talking about you”

“stickie, id hike with ya anytime :)


better yet, load up your boat and head over our way and I will show you some sweet little places to canoe :)”

“Stikmon knows I like him.
I wouldn't tease him if not.”

“Yo Stikky,

Hate to bust yer bubble pal, but you have a long way to go before you become the most sarcastic person on TT.”

“long loooonnnnnggggg way to go. heck your mild compared to now a days...”