And Hell freezes over …

Well, not really. But my dear compatriots, it is with a sigh and a slight passing of gas I admit that I am once more on the World of Warwagon. After some months I have succumbed to my baser desires and resubbed, though I have yet to actually purchase the WotLK expansion.

Of course playing WoW isn't really a bad thing, per se - I am merely rather given to melodrama. But I do have genuine angst over it, not because I ever entertained any ridiculous addiction fantasies, but it did consume a large amount of my  time for a few years. And I can't shake the feeling that was time wasted.

No, my good friends, I am also disabused of the Calvinist tomfoolery and materialist nonsensery my fellow Americans are so inured with, so I am not concerned that I could have been building a "career" or some such dribble.

I am also not in the slightest concerned for my social life, as I believe I have already experienced enough group revelry to tide me over for the rest of my life if need be (yes, I was a "partier" in my youth). I also have a young child to care for, so while I can sneak away to Azeroth every now and then without much of an impact, I can't really stay out all night then host a 2 a.m. after-party.

Mainly what I am getting at is that for the few years I was a hardcore Wowhead, I missed out on many genuinely good titles. I had found the One Game to rule them all, and everything else was cast to the wayside.

(NOTE: I originally wrote this on March 16, but saved it as a draft and forgot to publish it. It is now April 7, but I am publishing it under 03/16/09 anyway in a semi-unfinished state.)