So great, you've found another Climber's blog - another blogger who so desperately crave your attention; who probably looks at the blog statistics every day to see how to get more viewers; who wants you to add this blog to your rss feed or some other magical ways the internet makes you read stuff.
|This is how Kate Winslet reads my blog, naked, with a toy-boy.|
I'll be honest, I don't expect visitors to this blog, that's not to say I won't promote it in some ways, and I certainly have some vague plans of what to do with it. But that's in the distance future, and if I freeze myself to time-travel to the future to see what comes of the blog, I'd just create a catch-22 for myself as I won't be there for the duration of my frozen time to update the blog. Damn you science!
Science, you were sexier in the 80s!
And that's the thing about this blog - I'm writing it to amuse myself, reminding myself of MY experiences of rock climbing. You're probably bored shitless already if you got this far, but if you're stubborn enough to carry on reading it, or god forbid found some enjoyable out of it, then perhaps this blog isn't completely wrong for you.
|Also helps if you like pandas.|
If you find my musing actually useful in some ways, then holy shit I'd have done the world more good that day (while probably sitting bored picking my nose). It's just like giving blood, you do it, forget about it, and while you're scratching your arse wondering what to cook for dinner BAM! You've just saved someone's life.
Except in this case, I've probably led someone closer to death because Rock Climbing is dangerous. And wash your hands before you cook, you arse scratcher.