It is (has been?) official - I've joined the cult of Blizzard. Much as I like to think I was already a full-fledged member, I had never participated in the craziness known as Blizzcon either in person or virtually. This year, however I got my first virtual ticket and literally spent two days glued to my computer screen squeeing like a teenager at a Bieber concert. And because of the generosity of a lovely friend of mine I’m now playing Diablo III, which means every single Blizzard game aside from WoW has sucked me into its blissful maw.
Ok, first off it hasn't been my *whole* life, guys. I didn't start smoking when I was 7 or anything. I actually started relatively late. It wasn't something I was pushed into, because I didn't really have any peers to pressure me. I remember being 19, back when the dinosaurs roamed the land and walking into store and seeing the cigarettes. "I could buy those," I thought. So I did. Out of curiosity mostly, and the delicious feeling of doing something forbidden. Then I smoked one.
If by genius I mean, "one who foolishly tries to update a website without verified backup and than manages to piece the damn thing together again". The fact that this thing looks almost exactly like it used to took some database tango on a truly impressive scale. Some of the posts are out of order, some comments were lost, and there are some broken images on old posts that I haven't been able to fix yet. In memorial of all those broken images, above is one of my favorites. It makes me lol.
Rose was not fond of March, its limbo between winter and spring gave her a feeling of hanging in midair. The days were cold but without snow, somewhat wet but nothing bloomed. It reminded her of an indecisive middle-aged man failing to pick out a suit coat - not something she actively hated but was annoyed only when she happened to encounter it. The day that Despair came knocking was a perfect example of March. Drizzle would fall for ten minutes and stop, the sun would make a pathetic effort to break through a cloud and every once in a while the wind made a little noise.