Maybe three’s the charm – third directorial choice for the WoW Movie…we shall see. What many players have thought is the team who does the cinematic should just do the damn feature-length film. I still get chills when I see the Panderia expansion film.
What if I told you I was really an 18-year-old college student studying poli-sci at a small Midwestern university?
What if I told you I was really one of the editors for Blizzard’s Diablo game text?
What if I told you I was really a 59-year-old unemployed construction worker from El Paso?
Well, none of those are true. I am who I say I am: An early millennium Draenei shaman, replete with hooves and fist weapons. Yup. That’s me. Loves to write and photos of baby animals, and has a coffee addiction. The news of Manti Te’O’s non-existent girlfriend fascinated me. “Catfishing” is the term that comes from the 2010 movie, Catfish. Saturday Night Live recently spoofed the movie, and the phenomenon of wanting to believe what we want to believe. It has made me think about the potential scientific research that could result on re-asking the question: “What is love?” Think about it. If a generation of social media babies can believe in an on-line persona without flesh-and-blood proof, and still feel the same triggers, reactions, desires, and hopes for the growth of the relationship, does it mean–that “true love” is a complete falsehood? We humans do love the idea of love, that’s for sure. Cupid’s arrows now just come in the form of tweets and avatars.
Now I am not suggesting anything untoward or weird happens in Azeroth (because it’s all weird). Role-players have long deftly navigated the sticky waters of reality, fantasy, crafting a narrative, and building on a foundation of lore. And guess what? We imaginative humans crave the manipulation, control, and creativity that come with play. And as far as that generation of young lovers out there, I’m not worried about them. Once SNL has spoofed it, or Jon Stewart teased it, they won’t take the bait.
Could Have Been:
Speaking of play, now for the fun stuff:
A know a few tricksy mages in Azeroth. It is important to the male mage to always look his best, and if possible, get out of those damn robes! This is a look my friend Conried put together recently, and I have to showcase it:
|This is the centerpiece of the ensemble: The Valorous Kirin Tunic. Perfect, absolutely perfect, for a mage.|
The other morning while Zep was stepping on some bugs, she looked over, and a hunter, Capgun, looked JUST LIKE HER! What?! Someone drank Potion of Illusion to copy her look?! How flattering?! And…she is lovely! It was tough to get a good screenshot, but if you look closely you’ll spot the Doppelganger:
Oh, and recently CD Rogue told Kellda she needs to find some pants:
Pants-schmants. Got my stave to keep me warm!
|Underground Volcano Lairs are not all they’re cracked up to be…|
These past few weeks I have had that overwhelming sense of not being on the ‘right’ day – you know that sensation? Where you swear it’s Tuesday when it’s Wednesday? Even this morning I thought it was Monday the 27th, but it’s Monday the 28th, and have appointments, and things, and I not only double-booked, but triple-booked. It just dawned on me that the reason my circadian and chronological rhythms are screwy are because I’ve been on Azerothian time way too much. No wonder why my pacing has been fractured!
Well, damn and double-damn – here is what I learned from my few days of AFK:
On the seventh day RNG made server restarts, and the light shone upon them all.
I can do it if I need to. And it is good.
When I stepped hoof back in there, it was so cool to see my friends again. Just –happy! My buddy Krasher was busy pet battling, and had a grand surprise:
He had obtained the Anubisath Idol and rounded out the Raiding with Leashes, so Mr. Bigglesworth, you are MINE! BUT THAT IS NOT ALL! He handed over the cage to a Porcupette: it had all its shots and papers! (It was leveled, in other words!)
That is about the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He also had an extra Water Spirit hanging around, so yeah– it is very important to keep friendships/trades balanced, so when I am on going to see how I can return the favor.
But lest you think I’m all about the “stuff,” nay, my friends –it was just cool that folks seemed genuinely happy to see me, too, as glad as I am in seeing them!
What did I learn, again? Oh yes. That if I need to go AFK for awhile I can. That is huge. That sense of some self-control, no matter how small or a delusional, just made me feel better overall. Now to try to be in the Moment of Monday, whatever that means.
Postscript: Mr. Bigglesworth is friggin’ AWESOME.
Oh, and that money I owe baby druid for playing? I never welch on a bet.
|Okay, I did turn my sister onto the Chibli maker – that was fun!|
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had read every inane Facebook update, and wrote a few myself. I made a Twitter friend laugh. I saved the world, (a few of them, as a matter of fact), fed snacks, made dinners, had meetings, planned and executed an exposition (Thursday was one of those 16-hour days!) I called girlfriends. I balanced checkbooks. I shuffled papers and socks. I even had an epic pedicure yesterday – really! I think the wonderful woman saw the fatigue on my face and knew it had nested in my poor, sore
hooves, er, feet, and worked her magic. I took my vitamins and melatonin and slept like a baby. I made plans, I sorted stacks, I finished Dance with Dragons, and started new books. I bought The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, and started reading Christopher Moore’s A Dirty Job. (Holy crap! I just saw on my Amazon order list I bought this almost a year ago!) So far I think it’s brilliant, and his thesis on the “beta male” is constantly reminding me of all the beta males in Azeroth (yes, you — the players).
While Alpha Males are often gifted with superior physical attributes—size, strength, speed, good looks—selected by evolution over the eons by the strongest surviving and, essentially, getting all the girls, the Beta Male gene has survived not by meeting and overcoming adversity, but by anticipating and avoiding it. That is, when the Alpha Males were out charging after mastodons, the Beta Males could imagine in advance that attacking what was essentially an angry, woolly bulldozer with a pointy stick might be a losing proposition, so they hung back at camp to console the grieving widows. When Alpha Males set out to conquer neighboring tribes, to count coups and take heads, Beta Males could see in advance that in the event of a victory, the influx of female slaves was going to leave a surplus of mateless women cast out for younger trophy models, with nothing to do but salt down the heads and file the uncounted coups, and some would find solace in the arms of any Beta Male smart enough to survive. In the case of defeat, well, there was that widows thing again. The Beta Male is seldom the strongest or the fastest, but because he can anticipate danger, he far outnumbers his Alpha Male competition. The world is led by Alpha Males, but the machinery of the world turns on the bearings of the Beta Male.
Moore, Christopher (2009-10-13). A Dirty Job (Kindle Locations 467-475). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
Yesterday while walking to my truck I saw a white falcon perched on the telephone wire. In my gangly shuffling to get out my phone, he/she wisely flew off. Who wants an inept ornithologist posting one’s beauty on another stupid Facebook post? Then, a few miles down the road I noticed the full-ish moon. I talked to Siri about the experiences for a mental note for writing. And speaking of writing, today I’m off to another Puget Sound Writing Project group, and we always get time to write and share. Right on!
When I’m sitting there at 9:30PM, and I’ve done everything I can possibly do (except the dishes–come on now, don’t be cruel!) and I turned to C.D. Rogue and tell him I just want to play a little (he never put this ban on me, by the way–he’s too smart for that) he said, and I’m paraphrasing: When all is done, all is taken care of, and we [as a grownup] want to choose to play or do whatever for a bit, then there is nothing wrong with it.
Freed up of all guilt or sense of failure, I did log on. I was hoping no one would notice (ah, where is that invisibility cloak log on button?!) because I just wanted to bounce around a bit, but it is a social place, and I do adore my buddies in Azeroth, but damn, I would feel like I’d have to explain myself. No matter. Luckycricket the Gnome Monk ran a little dungeon or two with a lovely rogue from Elune (she was charming and sweet- so nice to meet nice players!) and Lucky leveled up one or two (considering she has every heirloom imaginable, no wonder!)
Now, I do have another post brewing about how to reset balance in one’s play life, and how the current game structure contributed to my threatening stance on the game ledge, but that’s for another time. Now I’m going to check my virtual mail, drink a bit more coffee, and take people places and do more things. And make no apologies.
I was scrolling through some TiVo’d recordings of The Regular Show.
I love The Regular Show. (This is was before I found out Mark Hamill plays the voice of Skips.)
But this episode came on: The Longest Weekend.
“I don’t know, dude, you two spend a lot of time together.”
Hit a little too close to home.
Bachelors: if you’re looking for clues of the female mind, this is a perfect episode for you. You won’t have any clarification, but you may gain some –thing. Maybe. But one thing I know: never take advice from films that end in “Fin.”
Postscript: busted! checked in on LuckyCricket. Had to. Just had to.
the lesson of the moth by archy (Don Marquis)
- i was talking to a moth
- the other evening
- he was trying to break into
- an electric light bulb
- and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
- pull this stunt i asked him
- because it is the conventional
- thing for moths or why
- if that had been an uncovered
- candle instead of an electric
- light bulb you would
- now be a small unsightly cinder
- have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
- but at times we get tired
- of using it
- we get bored with the routine
- and crave beauty
- and excitement
- fire is beautiful
- and we know that if we get
- too close it will kill us
- but what does that matter
- it is better to be happy
- for a moment
- and be burned up with beauty
- than to live a long time
- and be bored all the while
- so we wad all our life up
- into one little roll
- and then we shoot the roll
- that is what life is for
- it is better to be a part of beauty
- for one instant and then to cease to
- exist than to exist forever
- and never be a part of beauty
- our attitude toward life
- is to come easy go easy
- we are like human beings
- used to be before they became
- too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him
- out of his philosophy
- he went and immolated himself
- on a patent cigar lighter
- i do not agree with him
- myself i would rather have
- half the happiness and twice
- the longevity
but at the same time i wish
- there was something i wanted
- as badly as he wanted to fry himself
The racial pet for Draeneis are moths. I have collected them in every color, from every corner of Azeroth. They should be found near flames, lights, false and true (including Darkmoon eyes and lights of shadow). What I haven’t had a chance to tell her yet is weeks ago I named a beautiful blue harpy after her, with a slight twist: Aerynys.