I haven't updated in awhile because World of Warcraft is much more important than anything else on the Internet machine or the real life.
Last night I had noodle soup at Pitsy and Jer's house, and we had a discussion about whether things that "happen" in virtual realities are "real." It was interesting to us, but I won't relay the whole thing here because I have to play World of Warcraft in a few minutes.
I play horde. An undead rogue. If you play WoW at all, you know that the Horde are outnumbered on every server, and our server (Lightbringer), it's probably 8 to 1 Alliance to Horde.
If you remove the politics and religion from the situation, it's like being a Palestinian--outgunned and outnumbered at every turn. Everytime I walk out of my door there's some ?? lvl Paladins killing my friends.
So I bide my time. I do my little quests. I get behind the mule every morning and plow, slowly fighting my way up levels toward better equiptment, forging friendships and alliances with my fellow put-upon monsters because one day, soon, I'm going to give it back to them.
I'm sharpening my knives, Alliance, do you hear me? We all are. And we'll get you. We fight with the ingenuity and desperation of the long-persecuted. You won't even see me. I'll sneak up behind you, invisible, and bury the blade in your back. All of you... men, women and children.
Also: I'm continuing my negotiations and romance with my new African Love and soon I will update about how things are going. Here's her picture:
That's hot. (as the kids say.)
Today I will be attending both the E3 videogame convention and the new Star Wars movie. I am such a damn nerd it's sick.
