The Sweet Smell of Success (and sawdust)

Two climbing walls erected, and with chalk and rubber already caking their faces, our living room is officially a fort. No, really. It says so, there on the wall. "The Fort. No Girls." How classy is that?

With the bulk of our wall space completed, the focus of the project has shifted to the finer aspects of creating our playground, namely holds and surfacing. Holds are currently consuming all of my time and, if I let them, will do the same with my money. Surfacing the wall is equally expensive, though due to the byzantine rituals and strange, dark alchemy involved it may prove far more time consuming. Such are the trying (and karate filled) circumstances in which we often find ourselves; life will find a way.

Someday, when I get my life together, I'll add photos to this blog and make it a visual exercise in wankery. Until then it will remain a textual exercise in wankery.