Success of a sort

November 15, 2008

Excuse me while I geek out for a moment.  I did my first dungeon this evening in WoW. From my (limited) understanding, this is where a group of players band together, enter some sort of area with lots of bad guys, and try to make it to the end of the area.  Being still new to this, I don’t have the lingo or the strategy down and ended up being the subject of an irate discussion for not “AOE”-ing properly (which, apparently, means using spells I have that cover a big area rather than just targeting one guy – it means all the bad guys within the area get walloped at once).  I’ll spare the suspense and say we made it through regardless, though at the end the other characters asked if I was a “real babe” – I was playing a female character, and I assume they wanted to know if I was actually a woman, and not just playing at one (don’t get me started on gender performativity here).  Once I verified that I was indeed a “real babe” (after making a crack about sexism) they seemed much more impressed, and even made their characters dance for me.

A few random thoughts on this: I was initially miffed at the cracks about my character’s performance, which has more to do with pride than anything.  It’s one thing to run around with R.’s character, which outperforms mine every time.  He’s been playing for years and knows all the ins and outs.  But being in that kind of group situation and not being the best (alright, being the worst) bugged me.  A pride thing.  Secondly: I know this is a male-dominated game, in terms of the players, if not the avatars, but seeing firsthand the response to the presence of a “real babe” was interesting.  I think it increased the informal reputation of R.’s character more than mine, and I didn’t take well to having my lacklustre skills blamed on gender rather than experience. I have many more thoughts brewing about how these sorts of roles play out, but I’ll save those for later.

But all’s well that ends well, I suppose.  I managed to gain a level, got a neat staff to hit other bad guys with in the future, and R.’s character and mine retired to the nearest inn for the night to rest up:


The real life night is ending somewhat differently, in that I’ll be spooning a dog.  Just as adorable and comforting, and Alice will just shrug and go back to sleep when I get up in the morning to write.  She won’t bother putting on a pot of coffee, though.



November 10, 2008

R. and the dog and I spent the weekend at a tiny cottage in Ste Agathe.  The constant rained trapped us inside, and, having agreed to go sans laptops and without a cell connection, we played a lot of gin rummy and watched a lot of movies and ate a lot of food.  And lots of not wearing pants.  I’m unpacking now, and I’m tired – not from the weekend, but from being back and realizing that real life starts again pretty much now.  Between his work and his school, and my school and my work, “quality time” is hard to come by and even harder to let go.  What I can’t shake, though, is just how after all that quality time I still want more.  Right now.  For the resolutely independent person that has generally grown frustrated with (the interpersonal demands of) a significant other fairly quickly in the past, this is a new sensation.  It’s not even rattling me.

That’ll have to sit with me for awhile.  Other updates that will be elaborated upon soon: the new laptop (better WoW graphics, whee!  Still not good enough to play Spore, boo.  Ah, well, all good things in time).  I’m working my way into chapter four.  Only four classes left in my course, and my students are still most excellent.  Before I get around to all this, though, I’m going to fall asleep pretending it’s not yet Monday.