It must be my week at the confessional.

Wyliekat — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 09:01:49 -0500

I have another thing to admit. It’s something I know is
going to cause a hail of curses and a gaggle of guffaws to surround my head
like the tweety-birds and stars of cartoon yore.

I am seriously WoWing. World of Warcraft. Warcraftin’.

Perhaps it’s good that I avoided WoW until just recently. If
I’d discovered it before, I doubt I’d have ever bothered to get married, have
children or even, yannow, work. Why bother? W

Thankfully, between the two of us, we’re able to muster
enough parental common sense to restrict our play to moments when the children
are sleeping, or away. We haven’t yet left them to the kindness of strangers in
the streets, or abandoned them to feeding themselves dinners of cat food detritus
and floor scrapings.

We’re terribly proud of this fact. Every day, we do a small
dance and a large round of high-fives because we have managed to not neglect
the children.

Of course, these dances and high fives occur in WoW. Why
would we waste a second of precious playing time to be self-congratulatory when
we look way better doing it on Wow?

I’m undead. So is Buddy. Being undead is so much more fun
than being nearly dead, or mostly dead or this weird non-dead state we wander
around in. Undead gives you a perfect justification for bad skin. You get
knocked off? You’re just gonna get back up again. No need to fear cancer, AIDS,
pneumonia or even the common cold – you’re already undead!

Okay. So I’ve confessed and I promise, here and now with my
typing fingers contorted into the holy keyboard configuration signaling my
sincerity, that I will NOT spam you with WoW information and reports on my
activities.

But if you happen to be around Spinebreaker, give Railion a wave,
would you? Dances, high-fives and donations of gold also acceptable.

x-posted from www.wyliekat.com

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It must be my week at the confessional.