Son of Be My Muse (Part II)

I’ve flitted from game to game like a drunken bumblebee in the last few weeks, and for those of you who thought this would be a dedicated, informative WAR blog (assuming anyone did) this may be something of a disappointment. I never did guarantee either content or enlightement, however — just the occasional bit of entertainment.

When it comes down to it, I like writing, and while blogging isn’t my Great American Novel it’s still better than not writing at all, which is what it’s come down to for me these last… too many years. Also, I think I’m a lot better at writing about whatever’s going through my head than trying to find a “niche;” I’ve never been much of a niche-type person. And tangents — I like tangents. A lot. Did I mention that one time at band camp…

Today, however, the bumblebee has a hangover, the cause of which has absolutely nothing to do with my health (Syp has managed to e-transfer his virus /shakefist), and even less to do with playing WoW into the wee hours of the morning last night. Well okay, it was only just past midnight, but that’s late for me.

Bleary-eyed and runny-nosed, I putzed around here and there waiting for blog-spiration to strike, but so far it’s failed to do so. On the off-chance you have a topic you’ve been absolutely burning for me to tackle, do tell. If not, I’ll probably have recovered my usual sparkly poise and prose tomorrow.

Oh oh and in the meantime, go check out Genda’s blog, the Grouchy Gamer. Yes, it’s gone a little furry around the edges and is starting to go wild (feral blogs, dangerous things those), but he says he’ll be back in curmudgeonly form soon, telling people go get the hell off his lawn, so it’s worth keeping an eye on. There’s a reason RSS stands for really simple, ya know!