I have been keeping this big, juicy secret for some time now — a gift of such rich generosity it is difficult to describe. Imagine wrapping up Kim Kardashian, Beyonce, and Lucille Ball all in one box and trying to keep all that under your hat, mister – ain’t easy. Things just want to bust out, you know? Well, our own Fairy Godmother of Azeroth traded her very hard-earned gold for a Gold Challenge Mode for me.
The hardest part was deciding which character for the mog; when I looked at them all, it had to be Kellda. If it hadn’t been her, I would be typing this with little newt fingers on a lily pad somewhere with a wart on my tailbone. (Don’t piss off a warlock.) I won’t lie: there were more than a few mixed feelings in this. To be so completely carried, and not even manage to get a group of four other friends to try challenge modes out makes me a little sad. I know great players, and I don’t totally suck, do I? (Don’t answer that.) They made it look so easy, but of course: they are pros. But I got over my pride and jumped in with both horns.
I want to go pro:
The other piece is that it is very expensive. Knowing Helke is like knowing royalty: did Cinderella ever thank her Fairy Godmother for those damn shoes? Doubtful. But I will: thank you, Helke. And thank you to the great team of Unlikely the Hunter, Teetsie the Tiny Tornado of Totally Terrific Terrorsauce (warlock), Antifu, Master Monk, Tricemus of Discipline, and of course, Kellda the Angry and Resentfully Lacking in BIS. These players can be found on the Madoran server, so if you have about 90K or so you don’t know what to do with, and want shines and ponies, look up Unlikely and give him a jingle. Tell him the warlock sent you.
PS I just love the line “little newt fingers.” Still giggling.
Ladies, and gents of course, I’ll be around this afternoon for leis and nonsense, and hope we can smack a few baddies in the coconuts. I plan on running on errand in a bit, because apparently we need, not want, NNNNEEEEDMOREOFTHIS:
No joke: this stuff comes in tiny cans, deceptively simple concept, yet so perfectly delicious–I don’t even drink soda (that much, and usually Diet Dr. Pepper) anymore (why does everything I say demand a qualifier?! Sign of a skilled bullshitter.)
In any case, though this can (get it? CAN OF SODA?) be ordered on line with accompanying T-shirt, I am going to go to a real store and buy real things with real money, as opposed to what I normally do and buy fake things with real money. There are some amazing fake things that can be bought with fake money, too, but more on that later. Stay tuned.
So–if you’re around, and I’m not too hopped on on artificial flavors and the sugar-rush that is fall in the Northern Hemisphere, hope to see you!
Throne of Four Winds
You tell me the order for your pony needs.
Even can mean fair, parallel, a fair trade. It is the opposite of odd.
You can’t see it from this picture, but often it doesn’t seem fair to be so tiny in a big world. Pessah was trying to help kill Ordos, and trying with all her might, and she got burning soul. She ran under the cauldron, and at the moment to fly into the air, she hit her head on the big iron pot, and did not go flying up. I call that even (though levitate would have saved her anyway.)