Clearly, over the last several days/weeks/whatever I have been neglecting my bloggerly duties. Blogeebus (the fearsome god of blogging) will probably smite me for my lack of devotion. But, you know… Meh.
Anyway, I recently had a sweet day of bouldering in Smuggler’s Notch, VT where I discovered the joy of renaming boulder problems in Vermont based on blatant stereotypes about Vermont. For example, “Greening All Day” to “Becoming Intoxicated by Smoking the Buds of the Female Cannabis Plant,” and “Pulled Pork” becomes “Dank Pork Nugs.” The Great Nug (the heavy lidded, ravenous, yet oddly sluggish god of Vermont) will probably destroy my soul now. But it was worth it.
Sadly, I returned home to find that I’m still climbing like crap at the gym and pretty much my entire summer is planned out. This happens every year (the too-many-plans thing, and now that I think of it, the crappy climbing thing too) and I never manage to head it off. Maybe next year.
At this point, it would be really cool if I had something either hilarious or totally fascinating to say right now. That would really help me establish some blogging street cred, which as we all know, is legal tender on the interstreet. But I don’t. So I’ll just point to this post from Peter Beal, which pretty much nails the silly climbing vs. life issue, and call it a day.
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so much potential vengeance.
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