Wednesday - February 13, 2008
Deafening silence
Yes, I'm aware I haven't updated my blog in a while... I apologize for this. It's just that I haven't had terribly much to talk about of consequence.
There's been little things, sure, but if I posted to my blog every time there was more than a slight deviation to the "shit - shower - shave" day plan, I'd have hundreds of entries, and you'd all be bored to tears.
I'm still trying to get used to how utterly awesome my friends are. I'm honestly wondering if I don't need therapy or something... seriously, why can I, a reasonably successful man of 28 years, not grasp the concept that people like me? Every time someone asks if I can come over, or says they miss me, or - like this coming Friday - invites me to a Red Wings game, I get flabbergasted. It leaves me wondering why I can't seem to view many of my friends - especially the newer ones - as people who simply allow me to tag along out of pity or mild amusement. It's a huge deficiency that I think I've always acknowledged, but haven't really seen in full force for quite some time until recently, and it pisses me off that I end up treating really great people like I'm an inconvenience to them, when they don't at all deserve that lack of trust and faith.
I've been PVPing a bit in WoW. I'm amazed at how great Warriors perform sometimes, and other times find myself starved for rage, just waiting for that next weapon swing so I can mash Mortal Strike again. I've decided to resign myself to PVE, though. Last night was just the last straw on the camel's back. I was under the impression that Carl and Mackenzie wanted to PVP with their new characters, so I wanted to be the Mortal Strike-spamming Warrior with a huge 2-handed epic sword. But, as it's shaping up, I over-estimated their enthusiasm for it, and it seems they just want to dabble in PVP between instances and heroics. Initially I didn't want to tank, but, frankly, I'm over that to a degree. I dislike the pressure of tanking all the time, and I don't know the pulls in certain instances all that well, but if it means not screaming at my computer all night and actually being able to play along side my friends, I'm willing to tolerate it for the extra enjoyment I'll get out of it. So I spent almost every penny I had on some 70 blue tank gear and the gems to go in them. I'm dangerously close to being able to tank Kara, so I'm thinking it's maybe time to hit up those 70 instances and maybe a few heroics for shits and giggles.
Everything else is pretty much normal - Work is work, home life is home life, and the cats are still morons.