We constructed a guild specifically to play World of Warcraft in a reasonable way, with a focus on five-man instances and a schedule that was compatible with human lives. The trouble is that the rewards for doing the more elaborate raids are almost nonsensical by comparison, ridiculous. I’m not talking about bosses, or middle management, or whoever is being gutted tonight. Even their undead pool man, a Goddamned civilian, drops a ancient, spiked crown that peers deep the future.

So, you build your organization out to grasp that fruit. For a time, you aren’t jiggered for five mans, because now you have eight. And once the tens have arrive, you have thirteen. It’s some magical Goddamned ratio, written into existence, that ensures human suffering.

Fuck the rest of this shit. I want our next President to have managed a guild.

(Penny Arcade, natch)

Well, see, it’s not all bad, there’s a job opportunity for me. My fifth grade teacher said that I’d be the first woman president.

Of course, I don’t want to be the first woman president, because I want the McCain administration to be so astonishingly, mind-bogglingly successful that Sarah Palin is elected by a landslide in 2016.

I also want a puppy.

And a Cubs world series.

Well, we’re one step closer there, with Zambrano’s no-hitter yesterday.

Things are looking up.

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