You Oughta Be in Pixels

Blog Azeroth's shared topic this week is to write your blogging “autobiography.”

This is a format I've always had trouble with—see how I handily skipped it in my introduction post. But I'll give it a try here.

I began playing World of Warcraft, very literally, in the wake of a hurricane. Hurricane Ike tore through Houston in September of 2008, leaving millions of people without power for over a week. I was one of them. Somehow, through the tom-tom drums or suchlike, I heard that two friends had power, and descended on them for succor.

Understandably at a loss as to how to entertain someone for hours on end without the use of World of Warcraft, they soon had me hooked up, against minor resistance, with a trial account. The next day, they took me to one of the few retailers in Houston that was open, a Best Buy (why was that open???), and bought me the Battle Chest.

From the moment I first realized that little Billy Maclure wasn't going to hand over that necklace just because I was Britomart, the paladin, I was (enraged) hooked. Soon Velleda the night elf druid followed. Then, slowly, a whole host of others.

But WoW was always my dirty little secret, something I couldn't share with others in my profession, beyond the occasional casual mention that always drew consternation and incredulous looks. So any thoughts I had, any ideas, any fits of rage were kept to myself or my sympathetic friends.

Finally, I realized that I wanted to write about WoW, and I wanted to share what I wrote with others. And therefore, this blog began. Er, last week. And here we are. It's already been a rewarding experience, challenging myself to look at Azeroth from a more critical perspective, and finding new things to share with others.