AHHHHHH!!! WoW Classic FTW!
A Toast to 15 Years
This makes me want to resub…I miss you old WoW…I need dis
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[Leeroy:] Alright chums, (I’m back)! Let’s do this… LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIINS! [runs into Rookery] (context below)
All the nostalgic feels…I first subbed to WoW in October 2007. I remember the Rookery (and got the title!). Sigh…I need to budget for this goddamit…at least I have chicken…
The Guild – Do You Wanna Date My Avatar –
The Guild – Game On
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” ― 1984
This whole summer has been a stress bomb of pressure. We’re still trying to sell our house, my older kids’ dad died on Canada day (we had divorced long ago), we lost one of our cats, my adopted son was officially diagnosed with FASD (Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder), my daughter graduated (YAY!) and has decided to join the Air Force.
I’ve been sick, struggling, working my ass off, renovating, cleaning, caring for everyone as much as I am physically able to.
Here’s one of my favourite pictures of my Indian Ringneck, Kira.
Not hard to tell she’s full of character…and she makes me so happy! Even throught all of the stress, ups and downs, and life – my pets are the best therapy ever.
Now – to find a house for us to move into! I had hoped we would be moved before the baby of our family starts school this year. Yes, I had one graduate (a year late, but she did it!) and one starting!!! I may be a bit insane…
Queen ft David Bowie – Under Pressure
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” ― The Lorax
I went outside for a walk today.
I heard the sounds of lawnmowers, the sounds of traffic and vehicles.
I heard a singular bird chirping in the distance.
I heard a Canada goose honk in the distance.
I did not hear insects.
No hum of bees amongst the dandelions.
No frog croaks.
Only one bird chirping.
Where I work is surrounded by woods within the uptown of a city.
In years past it would be nothing to see the geese in the pond, their chicks growing like wild flowers.
The birds would be a cacophony of music against the thrum of society.
Even the breeze seems to have lost it’s bluster…
What have we done?
Joni Mitchell – Big Yellow Taxi
“To hurt is as human as to breathe.” ― The Tales of Beedle the Bard
I have an adopted child with FASD who has gone downhill in recent years to the point of us losing hope.
If you know what Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder is, than you know what I’m feeling right now. You know why I chose the Rowling quote and the song below.
I love my child with every fibre of my being
My heart is broken.
I no longer know how to help my child. There’s so much to their story that I wouldn’t know where to start nor would I want it aired for everyone. The nuances and complexities of the familial arrangements surrounding us all both add and reduce the turmoil.
I’m exhausted beyond.
Melissa Etheridge – Breathe
“There’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.” ― American Gods
“Ours was a generation grown up to find all gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken” –” ―
I would like to believe that someday, some time in the future, peace is possible. I like to believe it, no matter impossible it seems.
We are a strange creature – humans, that is. We are willing to kill and be killed all in the name of a god that many seen to worship, just in different fashions. We are willing to annihilate the planet we live on all in the name of Greed, Lust, Desire. Some of us are willing to die for our Love, our Hope, hearts entwined.
What strange creature are we, humans, that relish in the aftermath of slaughter of innocence, yet wail when the slaughtered are our own.
Once upon a time, wars were fought face to face, person to person. Arms to arms. Once upon a time. Poppies bloomed in fields of blood, men kept marching on.
“Never again.” Words heard over and over. Unheeded, unheard. Never again.
The Gods of War drum out their commands, whispers in the ears of the powerful, and grown into a crescendo of us versus them.
Battle on, humans, battle on. The pawns must obey the players, the players must obey their Gods.
Def Leppard – Gods of War
