orly? srsly.

I really cannot wait to see how this blog pans out.

In fact, reading it makes me think I should start a gaming blog.  Incorporating WoW news and events into my real journal seems a bit, well… nerdy.

No, very nerdy.

No, no… nerdy to the point where I should probably pull out a pocket protector and stop bathing for weeks at a time.

I say this because, in reality, winning that Circlet of Prophecy in Molten Core a while back did not have a serious impact on the course of my life or my emotional state, therefore I don’t consider it journal-worthy.

But o, the blog!  All hail the mighty blog!

I need a place to talk geek.  Unfortunately, most of the public forums for geektalk are run by 15-year-old boys with, erm, inadequacy issues.  Or PvP’ers.

Ewwww, PvP’ers.

So let me totally alienate my group of friends and readers by being a game blogger for five minutes:

Domo.  ARGH.  My guild’s raiding alliance has been stuck here for three weeks.  We probably would have had him last weekend if it hadn’t been for a stupid hunter pet bug that wiped us not once, but twice.

Lately, though, when I’m not kissing the floor of Molten Core, you’ll most often find me fishing.  Yes, fishing.  I love the fishing skill.  I pay 14.95 a month to stand by pretend bodies of water and cast pretend lures with my pretend fishing pole so I can catch pretend fish and other pretend items that I can sell for pretend money.

You KNOW it’s worse than crack when you’re PAYING someone so you can do this.  You have no idea how happy it makes me to hearth to Orgrimmar with a bag full of random junk that I can sell on the Auctionhouse for ridiculous amounts of gold.  Gold which I then use to pay my repair bills after having my scrawny clothie arse kicked to the curb by Majordomo five or six times.

So, wait.  To recap, I’m paying real money to play pretend fisherman, which in turn gives me fake money to get my ass kicked.  Multiple times.  Every weekend.


I knew there was a reason I didn’t blog about WoW.  How um… sad.

My only consolation is that, when I’ve finally grown out of it and realized that World of Warcraft is just the Land of Make Believe with violent tendencies, I can sell my account on eBay for an outrageous amount of money.

(Kidding, Blizzard.  Please don’t take my crack away from me just yet.)

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