Showing posts with label love me some gnomes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love me some gnomes. Show all posts

Monday, February 6, 2012

Measurement of love...

Lest you think only female players are into a change of look, I say not true. Guarf is very comfortable in his dwarven skin, but I suppose that's because he likes the view of the Night Elf and Draenei females from his vantage point. Perhaps I assume too much. In any case, last night a shawty rogue buddy made me some Savory Deviate Delight, and enjoyed his newly acquired stature, even it was temporary. But I must admit I'll be glad he'll turn back to his double-stuff shortness soon. And, I need a Dwarf hunter for the rose petal thing, and one I know of recently transformed himself into a tall Night Elf male hunter. Dangit! Not going to waste my rose petals now. Sorry to be so cold-hearted, but all's fair in love and holiday achievements.

So, gents, here's a clue: ladies really like confidence over looks. Call it a primitive response that females are looking for providers, not pretty-boy models, to bring home the bison. Sure, it's nice if you look good while throwing that spear, assuredly, but your funny, sweet self is what will capture your love interest's heart.



What the...?!?



Phantogram: When I'm Small (this song is the sh*t)

Monday, January 9, 2012

We represent the Lullaby League...

This is what lunch breaks are for, reading fun blogs, such as Imraith's post, which led me to this:

Check this out http://revengeofthegnomes.wordpress.com/

I am just a big, clumsy goat-girl, and don't want to step on anyone.

Theme song: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road/Elton John

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Thank heavens for little gnomes...

Tall people take themselves much too seriously sometimes. It seems that every time I am in a dungeon, it is a dwarf or a gnome who lightens the mood. Or, if the mood is lightened, look down. You'll see the source of good cheer.

Take this little mage for example:
My Winterspring cub gets all tuckered-out. Poor little fluffball. She has a habit of just taking little kitty-naps wherever, whenever she feels like it. (I am convinced she has saved my tail by tripping the bad guys.) Here is a shot of a cute little mage who decided it was time for a nap, too, right next to my kitty-cat. There is lot of running in circles in the Violet Hold, and we all took five.

Shorties get the job done. Love watching a gnome DK or warrior tank: the David v. Goliath tune always inspires.

Here in my real world, we had a few days of heat, and now it's back to Darkshire days. Yesterday in a meeting I was telling a friend about my admiration of sparky gnomes facing down big brutes, and realized I had a smile on my face for the first time all day. I am smiling now. Kisses, little gnomes. You don't make room to be judgmental.