Feeling Tauren

I don't play World of Warcraft. I will, in all likelihood, never play the game. I really don't play too many video games in general, and I've never managed to get into any of the RPG ones.
And yet, I find WOW strangely compelling. My ears perk up and I listen avidly when I hear my co-workers discussing it (and they discuss it often). I read "Looking for Group", a web comic I find delightful, especially the bits with Richard. I find myself cruising the community site, and occasionally, the Armory. I listen to the soundtrack when I'm working. I'm kinda jazzed about the new "Death Knight" Class.

And yet, I don't really wanna play the game. I'm content with knowing the difference between a Blood Elf and a Night Elf without wanting to play one. Or dress up as one, if those Blizzcon photos are any indication.

I honestly don't know what this says about my personality or psyche or whatever. It's probably a disorder of some sort. If so, I'll add it to the list.

Meantime, here's a Tauren I did. Looks nothing like a WOW Tauren, more like something Popeye would fight, but Popeye's cool, so no problems there. I'll wanna add a BG at some point, I'm sure.

'Ee's learnin', and changin', an 'ee ain't got no love 'bout nuffin, see...

And though they once were sought as sage,their shapes are but as glass
Through which secret fire again will shine
Twisting them 'round through life's bent line
'Till the cold stars swim in the murky brine
And it has come to pass.

Scrappy Crappy Doodle Alla Daaaaay!!

Well what ya got here, now, doodles and scratchings dictated by sheer random chance, wherever the pencil thingie lands. Mainly bad hair design, what's with vampire chicks hair? Was she wearing a cereal bowl all day?

Hadda dream about a week ago I was Meatloaf, the singer, not the dish, singing a country song at a retirement home. I kept forgetting the words, but nobody was listening anyway. The damn song got stuck in my head for days, I don't even think it exists, it was called "Charlies Divorce". It sucks having a song stuck in your head you don't know the words to, and you can't even find the words to it, beacause your brain made it up when it was supposed to be dreaming about naked wood nymphs or something.
Anyway, I made up some words just to have something for my mind to cling to.

Well, Charlie's wife decided after Twenty Years,
She'd had about enough, and threw him out on his ear,
Then she got a fancy Lawyer, and she got a P.I.
She got his former secretary on the stand to testify.

She took the House, and the Dog and the Car, of course,
No there weren't much left after Charlie's Divorce.

Gotta go to sleep soon, gettin up early, gonna put the ol' back into it, haul off, give 'er what I got sha-pwinginging.

The Man. The Music. The Maggot.

"You Humans...how did you manage to take over the planet, with your loud music, mind altering substances, homoerotic bathing, and bizarre cannibalistic sexual practices...?"