So, it’s been maybe four weeks since I asked my 12 year-old son to help me make a character on World of Warcraft. Of course, I had no idea what I was getting into. It began innocently enough. He was playing and really enjoying it so I thought, it might be a good idea to take a look at the game and make sure it’s not, you know, demonic or something. Immediately I was swept away by the gorgeous graphics. “It’s like a whole new world!” I shouted. And thus began my love affair with WoW. Yes, love affair. I mean, I dream about it, I get a vague tingling in my gut before every session. And when my day of play is done, (read: my kid kicks me off his computer so he can go to sleep) I feel like reaching for a cigarette. I’d call that love.

Yesterday I leveled to 25 while grinding on some gnolls in the Redridge Mountains, then I died. I hate dying when the cemetary is, like, 5 miles and 3 mountain ranges away from my corpse. It seems like leveling after 20 is a little slower, though I did the stockades a couple days ago and almost got an entire level of exp in that one instance.

This blog is not for anyone looking for technical advice or even tips on gameplay. I’m a noob. But I will be sharing the juicy bits of my daily sessions as well as my sage insights regarding the (cough) therapeutic effects of WoW on midlife cynicism and lethargy. I will attempt to provide links to good WoW resources, because like any worthy journalist I’ve done some research and subscribed to a handful of related podcasts. Please share your thoughts, resources, strategies and anecdotes with me and drop by once in a while.