Sunday, April 27, 2008

Murphy, young jedi master

Cola town and most of the Southeast have moved closer to the sun and the resulting heat have me convinced that we may have entered to eight circle of hell. Climbing has ceased on all matter not petrochemically derived. Pollen blankets the earth like yellow snow. Monsoon rains flood the streets of our fair city. The few brave souls that veture outside must do so wearing minimal clothing in order to avoid spontaneous combustion (OK... there are some advantages to the heat).


With ample spare time and no weekend trips planned for many months I finally took the plunge and actually became commited to someone besides myself. After more than a year of waiting I finally purchased a puppy. Let the ridiclue begin for the choice of breed but be forwarned that the force is strong with this one.



Murphy displaying some slab climbing skills



Females take note, resistance is futile.


Take note, climbing related photos of the "Rock the 80's" Charity Comp will be posted next week.





2 comments:

anthony said...

I still like the name Boddington...but who am I to judge, I mean I am the fag with a cat named Elvis!

Ryan Brazell said...

Simone just caught a glimpse of young Murphy and whimpered with lust and urgency. She has made a formal appeal to forestall his castration until after the next climbing season.