No this isn’t a “I tried to view porn at the library and they blocked me out” post. It’s a “they blocked wordpress on all the work computers” post.
Okay, now granted, I know it’s work. And yes, I should be working and not reading blogs. But about a year and a half ago, they allowed the WoW official forums, the wowhead and armory, all sorts of stuff. Then they slowly started blocking, I was reduced to looking at wowwiki, but for that period I was so caught up on strategies. Then they blocked that and a huge amount of other things including personal e-mails, blah blah blah. That’s when I gave up on WoW official news and turned to the bloggers. It was actually way better reading! And so I started one up myself. It was good times. I could write out a post to help clear my mind during hours upon hours of staring at massive excel spreadsheets.
But today, today when I went to see what was up at some of my favorite blog sites over the weekend since I was away in California, I find that I cannot access wordpress or anything related to wordpress. NOOOoooo!! My last remaining connection to anything fun during the work day.
Okay, okay. Yes, again, I know it’s work, and I should be working and not reading about video games. But a little peek now and then certainly isn’t worse than the smoke breaks that some people seem to take every hour on the hour.
But I am not deterred. I can just type up my thoughts in Word anyways and just post them when I get home.
I’m back from Northern California now though and after I get some play time in I’m sure I’ll have some great stories. Like last night when we decided to kill Onyxia and then do Kara, just for achievements, and I shouted out “Who’s ready to gith fragons?!?”
Yes kids, that says “gith fragons”. What is gith fragons? Well, I have no idea, but now it’s Elgar’s new battle cry when he goes into combat with dragons. My intention was to type “fight dragons” but you can see how that went horribly wrong. The guild got an awesome laugh, and “gith fragons” became part of the message of the day. Good times…and I promise I wasn’t drinking the Kungaloosh.