My first computer as a boy was a Tandy 1000. I remember the bittersweet moments when we returned home from Radio Shack and my step father hastily put the Space Quest disk in the disk drive and immediately accidentally formatted it into a boot disk... shattering my my space questing dreams. I recall falling to my knees and screaming NOOOOOOOOOOO! as he struck the key. I was a dramatic kid.

That left me with 3 games left to play, Mixed Up Mother Goose, Kings Quest II, and Thexder.

I picked up Fallout 3 for PS3 a little less than a week ago, and I've been meaning to tell you guys a little bit about it.

In the past couple weeks, I have seen the warhammer bloggers balloon and in the couple days I've seen signs of it shrinking. I've talked to players in game both vowing to stay, and others pledging to let their sub run out. With WoTLK right around the corner, what are you guys going to do? I'm on the fence at the moment.

Something that never occured to me when I held aspirations of raiding was the amount of studying I would have to do. Yes, I've finally found a raiding niche. The folks in charge are even pushing for me to helm the main tanking position in their ZA raids. So I hit the internet again after the last couple weeks having crammed for the Karazhan exam that I never really got the opportunity to take. I even spelled it right. See I studied!

Mkay, so I'm not a girl, but I'm playing a male belf Pally named Fairyboy, so I think it's apt. Being from a PvE server most of my WoW playing career, I haven't known "The Fear". Constantly panning the camera around looking for mounted Alliance coming from over the hills to ride me down, walking below the ridge line to keep from being a target, and inspecting the inside of Azeroth's plentiful shrubberies. Some laugh at me for being paranoid, but on PvE the dreaded PvP flagged icon by your face was in incurable 5 minute curse in any zone where alliance frequents.

It's been about five months since I've played any MMO. Five months since I have ventured out into virtual online worlds in search of fame, fortune, and a really sweet piece of armor. Friends from the game are calling me back, as they have since I left. WoW players from work are coming back and asking me the same questions I was fielding when I was active. I've found myself picking up research for friends on gear or pulling old quest names and locations out of memory. The sense of fond reminiscence is coming back slowly, but that feeling still bears stains of what drove me away.

We've been robbed. I came home this evening to a broken front door... the rear entry was forcefully opened as well. Thieves stole our big screen TV, our Wii with probably 400 dollars in games, our PS2, a digital camera, a digital camcorder, our change bucket, a diabetic daughters scale - that helps us to know the carb content of the food she's about to eat, her piggy bank(she's fucking 4) , as well as assorted other odds and ends(power supplies for laptops and my wifes digital cutter she uses for her scrapbook business).

You refer to the ingredients for tonights dinner as "mats".

That is all.

I rerolled last night on Brandywine. My toon is a level 9 minstrel explorer named Corinthe.

Seeing as how I have done the elf/dwarf noob zone several times, and the elven city after that just the day before everything was very fresh in my mind. So I made my way around everywhere pretty quickly yet I still managed to discover some new areas, gain some new insights and do a bit more than before.

So last night was pretty much dead on my server. For whatever reason there just wasn't much going on. So I started looking around to see about joining a raiding guild. It's looking pretty grim, and it's giving me big lame dramatic thoughts of quitting WoW altogether. My goal was to be get geared and see some raid content, but that's proving to be even more difficult than one might expect.