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A totally unrelated character has finally made it to level 80. Woo freakin' hoo.

/falls asleep in chair

This is a song parody which will likely only be funny to anyone familiar with Portal and who is also trying to buy Blizzcon tickets today. Yes, I know someone's already done a filk of this on the forums, but my brain was working on this first and I think mine is going to be better. :P
( Cut for the 2 or so people who actually care )

More to come...

Dragon boat races in Long Beach were this past weekend. Our team got bumped up into a harder division. We were, as they say, Not Prepared. Several of our races were agonizingly close, but we came home with no medals. Oh well, time to up our game, or whatever the kids are calling it.

Home internet connection is working. Small projects getting done, some boxes unpacked, still haven't found the cutlery drawer insert or the main cutlery stash so we're living out of the dish drainer for a few things. Found both salt shakers finally, so at least breakfast will return to normal soon.

Getting used to this not-having-a-dishwasher thing again. 9-minute commute is also not bad. (I got the commute down to 7 minutes this morning by getting on the freeway. NOT worth it!)

All the utilities are set up. WoW works. My guildies know I'm alive again.

Time to go hunting through more boxes now...

Saturday was dragon boat practice. The race is in just over a month so our fearless leaders are pushing us a bit more. I stopped by the realtor on the way back to drop off one signed thing and pick up another thing to sign. Then I made the mistake of opting for the scenic route home. I'm trying to not get so irked with heavy traffic, but there were several points where it was so backed up we had to sit at green lights, which is apparently where I draw the line.

Later stuartc and I dropped in on D. and M. that we used to work with. They have a nice, if small, place in Santa Monica. We met their kitties and they gave us boxes. (The lads did, not the cats.) We tried to go to Costco to buy more boxes but they were already closed, which was a shame as I also needed (and now even more desperately need) to put fuel in the car and I would have preferred to do so cheaply.

Sunday started out as a relatively normal day in that we did NOT have to do any realtor things, and we did NOT get up early. Sadly the voice of reason (my husband) insisted it was time to start packing boxes. Have I mentioned lately that we have way too much stuff?

There was a little WoW in there too, but I am still nowhere near level 70.

Also I have been taking lots and lots of Advil, as I was already sore from dragon boating before I even started slinging boxes around.

*DING*!

Great, I'm level 60. Now what?

I feel good! In fact, I feel so good, I'M GOING TO THE GYM!

Sigh. This probably also means I will have no patience for grinding furbolgs any more either. Oh well. I really will be the last one in the guild to reach 60...

As some of you may already know, my husband and I are somewhat addicted to World of Warcraft.

We made a guild for our gnomish alts (and have graciously allowed in a couple of dwarfs, plus one human who jumped into a Winter Wondervolt machine and convinced the leader that she's really a gnome). The guild is called "Wee Hooligans" and our mission is to go out and cause trouble. We've even gotten so unlame as to invite in some of Marc and Mike's shorter alts. But it is entirely a frivolous guild: we don't have events or meetings, we don't raid, and we will certainly never take down Onyxia. It was a moment of silliness, which has really now passed, and the main benefit is that now people don't bug us to sign their guild charters quite so often.

So the other day my gnome rogue Zoee is running around Westfall, and this random gnome rogue guy says hello... I compliment him on his nice red Defias mask (just like mine! how cute), we chat a bit, and then he asks: "Is your guild recruiting?"

I just about fell off the couch laughing. (Maybe you had to be there...)

Good news: My mage got her mount immediately upon reaching level 40.

Bad news: My level 35 warrior is going to be SO screwed. (Well, okay, so are the other 5. But she's the one who'll get hit first.)

Hmm. If I start a warlock now...