Frustrations and Controversies: A Mage Reflects (Grumpily as Usual)
Well, we kvetched about that yesterday. Your Dragonmaster is tired, m'dears; and everybody I try to get in touch with is either busy or otherwise occupied or worse. And Google --- Blogger.com's parent company --- often gives me a whole mess of grief every bloomin' time I try to share a few new adventures with you here in the Diary of Magecraft. I know, I know: I'm kvetching re the status of me documentary movie, Quite an Imagination: The Story of New York's Unofficial Wizard; I barely have time, if ever, to invade Castle Lordi (my Official Rock Band barely updates their damn website, blarst it all!); and as if that's not enough, you folks probably are wondering why you haven't even seen another exciting Dispatch from Dun Morogh and Ironforge. Knowing ol' King Magni Bronzebeard, I'm sure he'd want you all to know what's been happening in ye olde World of WarCraft.
And what about those witty Guest Blogger posts, Master Blackwolf? I hear you asking. Haven't had time for those, either. Drat! Frankly, I need another laptop. I can't continue sticking out me neck three days a week to answer all me e-mails, much less maintain responsibility for me Dark Chambers, KringleQuest.com and Uncle Fergus websites.
So here it is, just before noon on a Thursday, I'm in the middle of me Mardi Gras binge --- and right now, this be one o' those times where I just feel the need to get drunk on me usual quota of Coca-Cola Classic! Aargh!
Yeah, kids, it's just another twisted Thursday for your Dragonmaster. Come, have some Coke with me; or, failing that, Diet Coke.