Sunday, October 21, 2012


Buckle up, my sweet friends. Don't want anyone being thrown off the buggy today. I have about four posts cooking up, smokin' ones, and just trying to sort out what's what. Too many screenshots to add to the pot!

First things first: In my haste to get baby dragon raised right, and launch him to independent behaviors, I neglected my farming. Yesterday or day before, I stopped by the farm to wrangle some wiggly weeds and, what's this? Nothing? Not a weed, not a sprout, nothing:

Did the DEA come through here? What the hell?! 
Okay. That's fair. Farming is not my gig. I was hoping Momokawa would step up and be our little dirt-digger, although typecasting Druids as nature-loving, tree-hugging hippies, all organically grown and pure of heart, she'd be the natural choice. Alas, Momokawa was last seen getting drunk off of plum wine and trying out her sparkly moony look. Coincidentally, while I was waiting for a person to help me with my own yard, I realized that I have a black thumb. The feng shui in the Matty-shack is damn new zero for green: I kill plants. (And I wonder why I'm broke all the time?!)  In the realm and elements, of fire and water I have in abundance. Earth? Not so much. Need proof? Here's a photograph from my front yard:

This lovely sod is a fiesty mixture of dead leaves, crabgrass, dandelions, moss, decaying unclassified vegetation and such. I told the nice man (who gave me an exorbitant estimate on what he could do for me) that my goal was that I didn't want to look like the yard down the street that belong to the meth-mom. No joke. The meth house. Every manicured lawn and lovingly fertilized and trimmed blade of grass, and yet, me? No. I used to mow the lawn and slay blackberry vines (which are EVIL. EEEEEEEEVVVVAAAAALLLLL), but the mower broke, shed blew away in a storm, and I sneeze a lot. So, I get allergic smelling hay! (Thanks, Zsa Zsa!)

Now I know there's been a plethora of jokes about farming, the Tillers being like Farmville, and many players find this activity relaxing. It's not that I don't really, but I think my allergies are kicking up. I don't want to work on a commune, collective, kibbutz, etc. I was thinking about Animal Crossing, my poor little pink-haired Princess, whose house probably looks like meth-mom's house down the street. And Bear and his lovely Cassie were thinking the same thing: 
In the words of Cassie, I do not want to play a game where I feel guilty if I don’t log in to do my chores. That’s why we quit playing Animal Crossing, we got sick of having to log in every day to pull weeds.
There are certain what I call "pay off" sounds in Azeroth - I know this sounds silly, but I am an audible learner as well as visual. The sound that the weeds made in Animal Crossing, when pulled, was one of those satisfactory "pay off" sounds, the same satisfaction that nail biters get. (Draw your own conclusions here.) Maybe if there were more "thwonk" noises, more onomatopoeia, farming, and all these damn dailies, wouldn't be so bad, or if they're not bad, even sweeter.

I didn't marry the dairy farmer for a reason; don't make me go back there. I like my weeds and fertilizer virtually, thank you very much.


  1. Anonymous21.10.12

    You sound a bit like me. I cannot, for the life of me, keep from killing plants. An ex of mine gave me a bonsai tree for my birthday one year, and I killed it in less than a month. Considering the quality of the ex though, perhaps that was a sign....

    Anyway, I could probably get more into the farm thing if it were and iOS/Android thing. Stuff like this is a neat part of the game, but if I'm in WoW, it's probably because I want to play wow, not garden. But tending to a farm on a phone at work while on a break? That sounds good to me.

    1. Haha! Though I feel sorry for the bonsai, sometimes those gifts are indications that the giver doesn't really know us....can't kill a book or cashmere sweaters, or tickets to Paris, or or or! That is an excellent idea - maybe if we get enough buzz going Blizzard will look into it.

  2. I kind of like my virtual farm, it deludes me into feeling that I'm good with plants. In the real world our backyard is a vast wasteland that looks like it's been hit by a toxic waste spill. Get depressed by the backyard? Login and look at my lovely plot, see I'm not a complete failure at growing things, lol.


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