My home office has evolved over the years. I’ve gone between Mac and PC, back and forth a few times. I’ve finally landed on a gaming PC and a mac work laptop; this works best for everything I do (mobile/iOS development = Apple laptop)
I’m a neat freak, so you can obviously see that here.
As I already mentioned, I play World of Warcraft.
This past week I hit level 70.
That means I spent a lot of time searching for yellow exclamation points, casting spells, then searching for yellow question marks.
It took me longer than some of the more hardcore players in my guild, but I did it.
Kaden sat in my lap staring at my Shadow Priest.
“Can we get a little one? I want to name it Flower!”
But we aren’t standing at a pet store or heading to the humane society – we’re huddled on the couch popping in Nintendogs on my DS Lite (which coincidentally has more or less become their DS Lite).
I load the game and realize my two kids have been feeding, walking, shopping and training five different dogs amassing almost three thousand Nintendollars (or whatever they call it in-game) and mastering this game that was kidnapped by them at Christmas.
‘How about we go play with Tyler, your real dog?’
“Aww, alright – but he smells bad”.
First things first, I am an admitted WoWaholic.
I will not deny my obsession with this game. Simply put, it’s a fun distraction. I enjoy the design, the aesthetics, the never ending content.
Sena would say less positive things about it, I’m sure. At times you can lose track of time, and I guess that’s a problem. But overall, its harmless fun for $15 dollars a month.
This month marked the release of Blizzard’s new WoW expansion, The Burning Crusade. Yes, I preordered it. Yes, I planned on showing up at midnight to pick up my copy (I fell asleep, so that plan failed, but nonetheless).
I may from time to time make comments regarding WoW, so please excuse my occasional slips into geekdom. I promise to tag these entries appropriately to save you intellectual types.
Oh and in case you were wondering, the Horde sucks.
