The Sun Is Trying To Kill Me

Oh dear.
It's been a while since my last update, and it'll be of no surprise to anyone that the blame can be fairly and squarely laid upon World Of Warcraft. Oops.

Speaking of which, Zarres now a L17 Paladin, and his friend Acacia is now a L9 Mage.
Been taking it very seriously as you can tell in this pic:



(okay.. maybe not all the time..)
But together we've seen some tough battle action:



Spent some quiet times together just chatting:



And have managed to work on trades, professions, and skills that compliment each other:



(White shirts deftly tailored by Acacia herself)

So, whilst WoW has taken me away from the Xbox 360 for the past few weeks, I've never had a more enjoyable or fun time in a game since I can remember.
I used to pour scorn upon hearing of those enslaved by WoW, but (sadly?) I have now become one of them. I dare say that if I stepped outside, the sun would hurt.

Oh and for those of you reading this that are also addicted to WarCrack, do yourself a favour and grab this UI Mod. Makes life in Azeroth a whole lot easier. Simply unzip it and drop all of the resulting folders in your \World of Warcraft\Interface\AddOns\.. folder. You'll never know how you got on without it.

Speaking of accessories..
Especially for the 'girl gamer', these T's are available for purchase:

For the female Mage player (you'll get it if you play):



And simply for female players of any class in WoW:



Available here and here.
(Some fav's of mine being reading, stupidity, and emote.)

But enough about WoW.

Oh ok - just one more:



Can you believe it, after being cold but not wet all week, it's yet another rainy Sunday. Perhaps there was a misprint in God's edict: "And on the Seventh Day there shall be rest rain". Still, I'm not bothered - it simply means there's no excuse required in order to stay warm and dry, and indoors. Oh gosh.. well oookaaay.. :D

Went and saw Mission Impossible 3 earlier in the week. Thoroughly enjoyed the ride, and I gotta say that it rarely let up from whoa to go! J. J. Abrams (from 'Lost' and 'Alias' fame) was at the helm, directing with no pretense or artisan snobbery. I went in wanting wall to wall entertainment, and that's what I got. No quibbles there.
Except perhaps that the bad-guy was played by Philip Seymour Hoffman, whom I can't allow to move on from playing Sandy Lyle in the 'shart' scene from Along Came Polly:

Sandy Lyle: Reuben, I'm in a situation here. We have to leave now.
Reuben Feffer: No. Can we stay a couple more minutes?
Sandy Lyle: Dude, no. This is serious. I just sharted.
Reuben Feffer: I don't know what that means.
Sandy Lyle: I tried to fart and a little shit came out. I just sharted. Now let's go.
Reuben Feffer: You're the most disgusting person I've ever met in my life.

Hmm.. yes.
But he managed to pull it off in MI:3, in that his character came across as both threatening and unpredictable. Good job.
Oh, I also got lost a little during the 'Agatha Christie' moment where the convoluted plot mechanics were explained by the 'other' bad guy, but that's nothing unusual for me. I just swallow any indiscretions or complicated-ness in favour of the joyride.

I wonder how I'd go seeing The DaVinci Code?

'Saving Mona Lisa'
'Robert Langdon-Gump'
'The Terminal Louvre' ..I mean come on! Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon?? Unconvinced until having seen the movie, but pleased to be mistaken.

From this: to this: is bad enough in terms of mass-market hysteria. ("Now a major motion picture".. *groan)
And when has anyone ever lambasted a picture that was not 'major', by the way?

"Now a minor motion picture"?
"Now a small budget motion picture but it's really good so you should see it anyway"?

And why motion picture? What's wrong with the word FILM? Jeezus we're past the days of being wowed by *moving pictures*, unless you still get your thrills thumbing through a flip-book..?
(Ooh, I didn't know it used to be called a 'kineograph', or that it's pre-cursor was called a 'phenakistoscope')

Speaking of 'groans', Sunday always brings about the joy that is Monday Looming. Vis a vis, Work.
It's quite odd there at the moment, in that a plague of depression mixed with dawning self-realisation seems to be sweeping through the place at an alarming rate.

Not that it's really affecting me (one of the perks derived from having a carefactor of zero). Well, it's either that, or I'm already in this state constantly and am blissfully unaware of anything different.

Ahh well, as long as my little coop in the battery keeps the sun off me, I'm happy. And I get a glorious view of a corporate culture migration in full swing from my little darkened spot, so what more could I possibly ask for?