Yammering Yorick
1 min read| Yesterday, I played entirely too much WoW.
For those who don’t know what WoW is: Basically what they do is take Nicotine and Crack, put them together in a blender til it becomes a thick syrup, then reduce it over a low flame until it becomes the consistency of taffy. Then they make it digital or something. They then pipe this stuff into a WoW Server and distribute it amongst 8.5 million users via the internet; all you can use for a flat rate of $15 a month. Anyway, I’m sitting here trying to avoid logging on. Instead I plan to use the time to finish a song I’m gonna hate as soon as it’s done. I’m trying real hard. Only an hour or so til I go to bed so I can wake up late for work. On Tuesday I think I called myself an artist for the first time. And it was in front of a group of people. It felt kinda funny. Well, I guess I didn’t exactly say, “I’m an artist.” But still, I’m not sure I live up to that term quite yet. I hate how hindsight is 20/20. I want a domain! |
