This is what happens when you put your blog on life-support: WordPress disses you in the summaries.
I’m old, and even *I* don’t think 2010 is recent…
But it’s all grist for the reborn blogging mill – if I were that cut-up about it, I probably would be sniveling in a corner instead of posting my shame for the world to see. Next thing you know I’ll be posting opinions about gaming again or something crazy like that.
A good sense of humour starts with oneself, I find. There’s your aphorism for the day.
I’ve added a 2014 Screenshots page for posting a bunch of screenshots. TSW seems to demand that I take screenshots every 5 seconds — if my internet were better I’d probably stream it, but it isn’t so I can’t. Also, I spend way too much time AFK or looking at the Skill Wheel to stream. But I guess I could record… eh. Screens are enough.
In fact, here’s one. Just because.
The plan right now is to futz around with Mysericorde (above) when solo and keep Ysharros 2.0 for group play once a week. But mice, men, ganging aglay – you know the drill. Mys is blade/AR at the moment both because Syp mentioned it and because it was the build I was aiming for a couple of years back and never got round to really trying. Ysh may end up the same but that might be too boring, and an AOE-heavy build might not be the best thing for group play. We’ll see.
I may be trying to resurrect this poor blog over the coming weeks and months. It’s likely nobody is watching it anymore, which is oddly liberating.
We’ll start with Sims 4 I suspect, as I plumb the depths of my control-freakery and explore the new and perhaps improved game.
My ego finds the idea very interesting. The rest of me is trying to beat it into submission and silence. I still love the idea of blogging, but I’m having a devil of a time finding the time to do it. Add the fact that I’m not really playing any MMOs (or any other game) right now and you get a big fat nothing to write about and very little time in which to write it.
Sometimes Facebook is just easier.
I can’t believe I just wrote that.
And yet my ego wants me to tell you all about myself (again) for no particular reason other than its own pleasure. Perhaps confessing the kinky temptation will make it go away. Thirty lashes for the ego and get back to work, dammit!**
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*As an aside, the demise of Google reader appears to be spelling the demise of my blog reading. Feedly is okay, but it’s not as clean as Google Reader. There’s also the fact that I don’t have time to read blog posts these days, which might be the more important factor. Still, I don’t like change. Boo hiss. I’ll get used to Feedly but I’ll complain about it first.
**As another aside, one of the characters in a play-by-mail game I ran years ago (or it may have been one I played in) was a Spanish knight called Ivor Hujego. Loved that name. Still do. May have to steal it for a game someday, even if it means I have to transgender it to Iva Hujugo or something.
Whoops. The actual blog ‘birthday’ was a month ago, August 13th. I noted that it was coming up a couple of days before the day itself and meant to do a long and involved post, but in the end Real Life took over and… I didn’t.
TAGN sort of reminded me the other day, because his blog-birthdays can’t be counted on the fingers of one fingerless hand and he posts regularly – more than Syp at the moment, and that’s saying something!
Happy belated also to Harbinger Zero, who I’m pretty sure has almost the same anniversary as me, since we both started blogging through the crazy CoW crew (should that have Ks in it to make it more hip?).
So anyway, I started this blog 4 years ago in honour of Warhammer Online. I’d be happier doing a HBD post-type thing if I’d actually posted much of anything in the last year and a half, but I haven’t and it feels sort of like cheating to claim a blogging year when you didn’t do any blogging.
Nevertheless, I’m not gone yet, this blog isn’t quite dead yet, and I’ve resumed posting, albeit sporadically and without a great deal of content. Thanks to those of you who have stopped by in the last fingers-but-no-thumb set of years.