I told you it was dem doughnuts!

Focus Fire

Sometimes I just have to tell myself to FOCUS. Good thing I have a pretty purple wolf on Haanta, which inspired her to get off her lazy tail and finish up at least one reputation in Draenor:

Now…to get the crystals and gold to buy the pony:

But, off to work! Onward!

Irritable Blizzard Syndrome

I can get some items for my purple look, like the bow, but others not so much. Maybe the twisting nether shirt is literally in the twisting nether.

We players keep paying this subscription every month with this stupid, naive notion that somehow this is our game.

Godmother is so smart, so tech savvy, and damn, knows Blizzard and the games ins/outs so well, her level of fangirl-dom is at its zenith. I can’t begin to match it, and won’t even try. Even in tousled conversations at the Matty-Shack over Star Wars (me) and Star Trek (CD Rogue) we’ve managed to come to some mutual understanding and diplomatic detente.

She has diligently explained to us not only why we shouldn’t have flying, but why we should start whining about it, too. All right, all right. That’s cool.

But…

I can’t help thinking about that time I went to DisneyWorld with my favorite, and not so politically-correct, relative. He and I met for breakfast, and looking around, he mentioned how he didn’t think that handicapped people should be so accommodated for at the park, that there were some thing that fat/disable/mentally handicapped folks just can’t do, and get over it. Their obese frames motoring ’round on scooters, or getting ahead in line for rides annoyed him.

Yup.

But don’t judge me by a weak DNA link. I love this relative, and though he professes Christian values, we know how those go most of the time.

And…

I also can’t help but think of a friend of mine who read somewhere that sometimes folks in wheelchairs love to play World of Warcraft because they can FLY.

I mean, where else can you buy your dragon and fly it, too?

Quite frankly, Scarlet, I don’t give a damn if they don’t have flying in Draenor. It would have been great, I mean, because there are some places even in my garrison I would love to explore, but those places are glued shut. I would love to see my dragons who seem to be spending their retirement in my stables just flapping their wings and setting the stable boy on fire (sorry, Raven, but you should always GET OUT OF THE FIRE). I guess what I would like is for others, including Blizzard, not to tell me how I should feel about it, that though it’s my subscription money, to just deal and stop acting like such an entitled brat. Maybe instead of Draenor it should be “Drain-MORE-money?” (snort)

Maybe…

Just leave it alone. How about that?

If you want to get your mind off of Azeroth for awhile, may I suggest a REAL movie about vampires, “What We Do In the Shadows,” another triumph out of New Zealand:

Remember, when it’s June in the Northern Hemisphere it’s dark in the Southern.

Ah, purple haze…

She’s mine!

We kicked evil’s ass!

That was totally fun – we need more adventures like that! Not to easy, not too hard, but engaging and rewarding.

Now to see what I can do on my Horde hunter, Selkaa, but not until she’s level 100 – give me something to look forward to!

Let me tidy up a bit…

I saw New Zealand stopped by this shabby site about a week or so ago, and was so embarrassed that all I offered was a sleeping druid and poached Youtube videos. It’s a long story, but I had to gussy up myself a bit- nails, hair, the works, but now when I type my nails go clickity-clack, and it makes me very self-conscious when I type.

But thank goodness once again Tome saved the day! Now I have something to live play for! I have sent Haanta on this quest. She’s now cooling her hooves in Frostridge until I come home from work, and before book club. We’re reading The Unexpected Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, and I’m not done yet. It’s really good. But all I want to do right now is hunt for effigies and purple wolves. Damn you real life!

How to tame Gara the Spirit Beast

Toast!

Nap time.

I’m sorry.

I have been allowing my beautiful ladies rest, and a vacation. There seems little of this in the earth world, the visceral world, so I have allowed them to meander, putter, and play as they wish. They read, nap, fish, check on things, (or not) depending on mood and pleasure. I, on the other hand, have been fighting some genuine real life heinous sh*t.

But seriously; look at this beautiful druid, would you? The shadows long and cool, while the small fire warms her face, and the afternoon light softens the sting. This is why we play, isn’t it? Truly? We smell the linens, we hear the crickets, we taste the honeyed mead on our lips…

ah.

Happy.

May 1…May 1….what happened today?

Oh yes! I started playing a The Most Beautiful Shaman in the World, Mataoka!

And her best friend, Tome, gave her a wonderful gift – young talbuk: (the best kind of gift, a just-because gift)

So cute: Tomebuk

Happy Birthday my earthy shaman: you have brought me much joy.