World of Warcraft will EAT YOUR BRAIN

Earlier this week I was in a godawful mood - several unpleasant things at work, now all under control, I think, but my mood was so bad I had to buy two hardcovers along with my stack of manga (I normally wait for the paperback or ask for them for Xmas, whichever comes first.) One was "The Brief History of the Dead," purchased on the basis of its short-fiction original incarnation from "The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror 2004." The other was Neil Gaiman's "Fragile Things," which opens with another story from that collection, a Lovecraft-verse/Sherlock Holmes crossover, and which also contains the Narnia story that got mentioned in the New York Times around the time the movie came out. I loves me some Neil, obviously, or I wouldn't be buying him in hardcover, but in light of his writing habits, his whole "I don't think I get fanfiction, but maybe it's good practice for writing original fiction!" stance looks like either disingenuousness or willful blindness.

And now for the part of the entry that will only really interest me - WoW talk and pics. ( Silliness first. Some large pics. Well, all of these will have some large pics. )

( Anyone remember when I was bitching about needing better pants? )

( And character shots. )

( Talky noises about the game itself )

The comment in my last post about the the kids these days and their illiteracy - general chat pretty much destroyed my hope for the future of human civilization even before Darnassus dissolved into Chuck Norris jokes this morning. I mean, why the FUCK would people spell "can" with a K? WHY? Why are people just asking for strangers to give them money?

No, I really do like the game. I just... SPELL, people! Please!