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So you know those frozen wastes, right? They are my BITCH! Well, they are my BITCH, I am their CHAMPION! Yeah, baby, yeah. Well, that was entirely unexpected. But I R Srs Raider as of October last year. Wooteth! Perpetually Late to the Party strikes again. Champion of the Frozen Wastes is nowhere near as awesome as Champion . . . → Read More: I R Srs Raider!!! Bollocks to it, not only did I leave my today’s post at home on the wrong computer, but I also forgot to hit publish on this yesterday. Fail, fail, nothing but fail. I blame Vista, which still won’t upgrade to 7. Bastard. Ahem. Anyway. These are my links for last . . . → Read More: Disorganisation thy name is Tamarind aka in which he pulls a post out his arse Today we have some disconnected thoughts. An Invitation: Snottydin Needs You! So Snottydin, as I guess it should be, is totally way more cool and awesome and popular than rubbish little me, standing at the back in my sissy robe. But, yeah, I cannot quite bring myself to let the Internet swallow her into silence – therefore . . . → Read More: theme, i don’t need no stinking theme Chas and I are pretty committed to our server jump – bizarrely, it’s really motivated me to get off Tam’s arse and get to grips with useful things I should be able to bring to a new guild, fishing, cooking, a clue, that kind of thing. Sadly, the clue is still pending. But, while engaged in this . . . → Read More: Dead Men Can’t Dance Fear not, dear readers, we have not eschewed the multitudinous delights of the fringe for WoW (as much as we love WoW) – this is, basically, a Post I Prepared Earlier (on the train up here, in fact). I’m really sorry for slow response sto comments, internet time is rather limited but I’m really happy to . . . → Read More: A Bitter Aftertaste Well, there are advantages in being horribly ill: you play an awful lot of WoW. So much, in fact, that we dinged 80 the day before patch 3.2 hit. Given that I basically played WoW for 2 days solid it’s shocking think how long that would have taken me – probably at the very . . . → Read More: Ding! The thing about running regularly with a guild is that it makes you think about the stuff you’re actually ostensibly there for, in my case standing at the back in my sissy robe (healing). Although on the subject of sissy robes, despite the fact the one I have is blatantly rubbish I’m loathe to let . . . → Read More: this will be my mousterpiece After all that, we didn’t buy any rubbishy geriatric mounts (and, accordingly, the patch didn’t go live this morning – that’s my fault, I’m sorry, if we had splashed out, it would surely have happened). The intention was there but M’Pocket Tank suggested we pick up our mounts in Northrend, so we didn’t have to take a . . . → Read More: the cold weather flying wheeze The one with the potted history and the wannabe hardcore abuse . . . → Read More: casual hardcore The one with the broken shield . . . → Read More: Waiting for Endgame |
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