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Arcane Shot, properly employed, is OP. Problem is that not enough hunters have a dang clue how to use it. Thus the complaints remain minimal. 

If one right-clicks on a soul well but misses and hits a Magtheridon captor, the event begins. That’s just the way love goes, sarsaparilla. The sight of 25 unbuffed, unready raiders begging to get through the gates won’t do anything but look pathetic. Die with some dignity.

Before you whisper anybody in game, do a “/who Theirname” first. Maybe they’re trying Magtheridon and really shouldn’t be disturbed. But if you do send a Hello at the wrong time and you get a “WTF! PLEASE JUST SHUT THE F-UP AND TAKE YOUR BUFFS, YOU OBNOXIOUS PITA!” response, don’t blame us or think we don’t care about you. Mistells happen.

When in doubt, listen to the healer.

Hunters have Freezing Traps. By habit, we’ve almost always got one at our feet. If you get something chewing your squishy butt, run to a hunter and avail yourself of our trap. It’s totally cool.

Why is it that federal employees can view 190,000,000 pr0n sites in 2007, yet we can’t play WoW from the NASA supercomputers? Got 52″ plasma monitors everywhere and fiberoptic networks underfoot and no WoW at all here. It’s a d@mn travesty, it is.

The news women on CNN have said “panties” and “pr0n” about 100 times. That’s pure win.

The chick on the cell phone who ran the stop sign at the 4-way stop on our way to work didn’t even blink at the pileup she almost caused. We really need a hood-mounted crossbow with “I’m A Total Noob!” arrows installed.

You want to know when your country’s economy is in the toilet? Look at the quality of the work performed by your favorite drive-through restaurant. If you get everything you ask for, the person at the window speaks your language, provides the correct number of straws, a spoon for your frozen chocolate sundae, extra napkins and ketchup without prompting, and looks as if they actually know one end of hand wash station from the other, you know the available job applicant list is huge. In other words, the economy sucks.

If you get someone else’s order, get the wrong drinks in the wrong sizes, no napkins, pre-wetted straws, they hand you a torn and soiled bag, and then slam their Window of Absolute Power when you raise a hand to ask a question, you know the job-pool is shallower than an oasis in the Gobi. In other words, the economy is going gangbusters. One could base one’s investment strategy based upon fast-food service. We should write a paper.

The Devil got to do The Aristocrats Joke - which you’ll have to search for yourself, we ain’t linking it - on Sirius’ Raw Dog comedy channel this morning. He totally rocked; we got a little nauseous.

Speaking of Sirius, the Playboy channel would be 100x better if they stopped taking calls, period.

Speaking of Sirius again, if you don’t have it and you drive a car, get Sirius now. Tell ‘em BRK sent ya.

We are so torn between getting a MacPro with the 8800GT card and building our own PC specifically to play WoW, we’re frozen and can’t make a move.

May we raid our 401k and buy a Porsche Boxter for our birthday? Hello, IRS?

We want the Gnaked Gnome race to be fun for boys and girls, adults and kids alike. When we really feel like shoving a Pike of Pestilence up our reader’s rears, we’ll hire every warlock on Drenden to help us do a Gnaked Gnome Race from Shat to the Dark Portal, foshizzle. Don’t think we don’t know how to Bring It.

Mrs BRK wants traffic on her blog. It’s become a nightly plea. OK, we surrender. You, gentle reader, are under no obligation to visit or comment whatsoever. There are no Gnaked Mrs BRK pics, or anything else you’re probably interested in over there.

We’re sorry, but Jimmy Buffet FTL. C’mon, can’t we agree on this by now? Every time we go to our new-on-the-rotation lunch place, it’s all they play on their PA system. Enough!

Winner of the award for best performer and musical artist who should get the kind of street cred that JB gets? No contest: Neil Diamond.

Lake Effect Snow. You poor, sodden b@stards. /opens door to lanai

All sympathies to the Heath Ledger family, of course, but supplanting Jack Nicholson as the Joker just seems wrong. We’re not mad or sullen, just a little confused.

In more movie news, Daniel Craig is making the next 007 movie, Quantum of Solace. Mrs BRK’s pheromones are accumulating at this news, we may have to get some big Tupperware containers to hold to overflow.

Mortal Strike is gonna get the biggest, baddest, meanest Blizz Nerf Hammer we’ve ever seen. We’re not the first to predict that, but we are the first to predict The Great Tank-Strike of 2008!

When we were a young lad, middle school-age, the BRK Mom posed in her homemade, pink bikini on her 1969 VW Beetle for a contest by a local radio station to win a car makeover. She won. Her bug was completely repaired, painted black, and had the radio station’s call sign painted in blazing orange on the sides. She drove that car for twenty years.

You think we’re nuts? Blame our genetics.