|*We decided we rarely seen 'women of a certain age' in game. Shall make it my mission to populate Azeroth with elder wise-women. Who tank.|
Keep your shirt on, Illidan. Oh wait, that burned off eons ago. Pants then? Pants are for sissies.
Before I continue, in the next few days I will be writing a post about someone* I got to meet IRL I shall hereby dub the Writer of Amazing Talented Awesomeness. Stay tuned.
So this morning, taking advantage of the fall back time change, I got an extra bit of sleep, and was looking forward to some derpiness, but alas, the coalesced zone thing was happening for Whisperwind. I really don't know what the consequences of this will be, but I'm sure there will be some fall out. Nothing I can do. Blizzard didn't consult me.
Well, okay, can't go derp. Don't feel like emptying the dishwasher (apparently my super-powers of estrogen empower me to be the only one to sense the "clean" dishes light is on, and to put said dishes away.) I am rebeling. Perhaps I shall look into creating a schedule of sorts for Blizzcon. Navi's all ready. And Godmother has analzyed herself into exhaustion. There are so many people I want to meet, and I know I'll get all tongue-tied and goofy-footed. I really hope I get to meet Vidyala of Manalicious, too. Did you know…
…is living the dream of being a WoW Insider writer?
I can say I knew her when, right? No one deserves success more than she: I think she's amazing.
I have so much to do at work to get ready, and so much to do at home to get ready, and and and and maybe I can sneak some phone-reading in at work. Make my plan. Map a route.
Bottom line: if you want to see me at Blizzcon, please let me know. I don't want a repeat performance of two years' ago when I didn't know how to find anyone or talk to anyone.
I'll be the big, middle-aged woman who gives big hugs. You'll have to have special magical glasses to see my horns and hooves, but they'll be there.