As is ridiculously obvious by now: We fail at blogging. Badly.
It’s not necessarily that we don’t have anything to say: It’s a pretty good bet I’ve had more than a few random spoutings of WoW related matters in the last month and a half that would have made a half-arsed blog post. (Kae’s Murglesnout hat comes to mind…pretty much THE Guild/WoW event of the summer).
It’s. Well. We’re busy? Summer is the traditional doldrums of WoW as people go on vacations, go outside, and do other things. Unfortunately for me–summer time is work time. With the addition of Scout the Demon Beast™ to our family–time is at a premium. Trying to manage his upbringing without getting killed/killing him in a fit of rage because he gnawed the edge of an expensive pair of boots for funsies is more than a full-time job.
A quick aside for like minded dog-owners: Part of the reason we’re a bit fanatical about teaching Scout some manners is: He has none. He has pretty much zero social constraints, and will RUSH up to a new person, new dog, cat, mountain lion, rabid Cujo-like grizzly bear, and introduce himself. He pretty much bounces around, all four legs off the ground reciting his mantra of: “HI, HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI!” (This of course is the translation, for the uninitiated he’s merely barking).
Of course–this can be intimidating for other people and their pets–and since in the non-busy months–we live off the ranch and in Missoula where there are plenty of great off-leash areas to enjoy with your pet. Since our ten (soon to be 11) year old Labrador does not appreciate these types of dogs (we don’t either), we’re really, really, really working on Scout to get at least a semblance of control so others can enjoy these off-leash areas as well. (Sans Scout on top of their car, or heads).
End: Holier-Than-Thou-Dog-Ownership-Mini-Manifesto.
I am still holding out hope for a sort of a comeback tour–but sadly–I think Marv’s WoW days have come to an end. He has not yet released to me control of his WoW account, so that is where my shred of hope comes from. I think I’m fairly safe in letting the cat out of the bag here by now–since it’s common guild knowledge, but here goes: The Gnome fell in IRL love. Sappy, flower-giving, fawn-eyed, mushy, yucky love. So–he’s spending his gaming time with a real person that appears to love him too. Rumor has it there is a summer wedding planned. It was pretty much all I could do from booking tickets for Jardal and I to make an appearance. Unfortunately, my tailor couldn’t complete my worgen suit in time–although I am 99% sure Jardal has a boomkin suit in his closet for such formal events. Plus, I didn’t want to get arrested.
In Barklay Home Front news: We’re just about done haying. (WoW terms: Farming mats to feed our cows in the winter). My wife has arrived back from the first leg of her Master’s Thesis World Tour, and is here for 6 days to relax, re-pack, see her dogs and leave again for points known, and well known to our groaning credit cards.
With the end of haying, (which is absolutely weather dependent…if the weather is good at 2am, you are haying at 2am) I can actually look forward to the part of ranching I love beyond all else: taking care of the cattle. Checking water, mineral supplements, overall herd health. This involves a lot of time on the Scout of horses: Simon. (He’s not that bad–but oddly–my two pets share some diabolical habits that need a lot of work…the common denominator seems to be me–although I have yet to admit that to myself). So–being up in the saddle, and riding the pastures while we prepare for the next phase of Fall projects is a welcome, and needed break from the sleep-cycle crushing activity of haying.
Yes, lots of RL stuffs…low on WoW stuffs.
Hopefully–what the new, lighter schedule will mean is that there will be more WoW stuffs coming.
MURGLESNOUT!
