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In more ways than one.

If you’ve ever had a close pet that found its way into some fleas you’ll have an idea of what I’ve been going through. If you’ve ever had three close pets (who enjoy sleeping on you) get into some fleas and then have those fleas quietly spread throughout the house during the winter, unbeknownst to you, only to wake when balmy weather comes again to turn your once cozy nest into hell on earth…. well, then you’ve got a much closer idea of what I’ve been going through.

The husband has run me out of the house and hustled me over to his (flea-less) in-laws to spend a couple of weeks while he gets everything taken care of.

It’s no wonder I haven’t been posting.

Well, ok, I also did a bunch of housecleaning on the blog too.

Hurrah for me!

There’s also some flap today about a patch or something I dunno…

oh wait, what’s that you say? Whenever I manage to log on tonight (Hydraxis has extended maintenance until 3 pacific, which is 5 my time and will undoubtedly be extended again) you say I’ll no longer look like a malnourished, flea-bitten, fly-catcher-faced, wyvern reject?

Passionate Tiger is passionate.

I’m gonna look good.

I’m gonna look DAYUM good.

Good luck everyone getting up and running.


Offtopic: Inspiration to make you weep

Just another Monday. I woke up and came to work, browsed a couple of blogs, keyed up a podcast and set to grinding through a stack of ads to be done.

Lunch came and went, punctuated by leftovers of last night’s amazing impromptu-soup I had made.

Over the weekend I eschewed all contact from WoW. Instead I dabbled my toes in Requiem: Bloodymare and ploughed through memory lane compliments of Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

I also made kale chips. Mr Tigerfeet demanded more when I told him I didn’t use up all the kale. Well, after dropping the mashed potatoes on the floor and then spilling scalding soup all over myself and the couch I was all cooke’d out on Sunday.

He’d get his kale chips on Monday.

I promised.

But my weekend, despite cooking a fantastic meal on Sunday (humble, aren’t I?) and having a nice time with some family, felt depressingly lackluster. I didn’t get a whole lot done.

No Lamentation comic, no FeralBar updates (there’d be more if I had winzip on my computer here at work), no housecleaning, no nothin’.

It’s depressing, it really is.

But then, while meandering through various food blogs, I keyed up some coldplay and almost cried.

Back in college I was an avid role-player. Not just RPGs, but actual face-to-face roleplay interaction. My venue of choice was ADRP. I made a lot of good friends, but more importantly, I learned to attach theme songs to my characters.

Our Game Master liked to run his games with a boom box by his side and an arsenal of CDs in his notebook. (Ipod? what was that?) Any change in scenery was always accompanied by a brief rummage followed by a knowing grin as he keyed up the appropriate track.

Player Characters had theme songs, NPCs had theme songs, different places even had theme songs. It was a wonderful way to set the mood while we played in an otherwise bustling student lounge.

So, as far as character theme songs go, I never really shook the habit of assigning them to my characters.

During college I wrote a terrible piece of vampire literature and scored the whole thing liberally with Thou Shalt Not. The same thing has happened with Lamentation, but instead of TSN, it’s Coldplay, VNV Nation, and a healthy dose of Andes folk music along with a little Canadian diddy that won’t get out of my head.

I find myself being heavily inspired by music and I have, in the past, written while under imaginary influence. There’s times while I’m writing where my characters feel so alive and vivid, that I can’t deny them. When I’m writing like that I don’t feel like I’m writing. Instead, I feel like I’m merely watching things as they are unfolding, like a little play in my mind.

As schizophrenic as this sounds, I’ve been assured by other writers that this state of mind is quite common amongst the more talented and a real blessing when we can grasp it.

So, I keyed up Coldplay and as Viva La Vida swelled in my ears I nearly wept as Virgil turned his face to mine and smiled.

I saw him sitting astride a bay horse, ambling down a small forest road clad in dappled sunlight. He turned to some shadowy companion to his right that I couldn’t quite see, and he smiled, laughing at some shared joke.

He showed me that he wears his hair long and wavy, just at his shoulders. Its normal light brown bleached to a sunnier chestnut did absolutely nothing to compliment his normally sallow complexion. He’s a poppet of the Govorness, though, and because of his antics, pale pallor has come into style.

He’s also the most stuck-up, spoiled-rotten little bastard (yes I use this term properly) of a younger brother you’d ever meet.

I can’t wait to start writing him again.

In More Ways Than One

On this day, one year prior, I started Secret Agent Cat. I inagurated myself with a rampling post and an assurance that I had no idea what I was doing.

Lots of people celebrate their blogaversary, but this one to me means more than you might think.

I’m a notorious procrastinator, and have a terrible habit of starting things I never finish. My webcomic has languished for months, my garden wasn’t planted this year, the kitchen’s dirty, I’m not exalted with Silvermoon yet, I have 40g to my name, and I still haven’t asked for time off in August so I can go visit my family.

But this… though there’s been hiccups and even a recent slow-down, I’ve managed to keep up with my ramblings for a whole year now. I can’t hardly believe it, it doesn’t feel real. I don’t feel accomplished either. I’m happy, but more in a “Huh, well whaddya know” kind of way as opposed to a “Hurrah I did it!” kind of way.

I’m a notorious coaster, one of the lucky few who could zone out in class all day and still ace tests. An A and B student, with honors, who never really had to try all that hard.

I trained myself to coast, trained myself against commitment and against stick-to-it-ivness. This blog is standing as a testament that I can do better.

It’s encouraging, that I’ve come this far.

Druids Don’t Belong in Stable Slots!

So my buddy Brajana is hosting a neat-o SPCA charity drive!

I love animals too (if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em right my fellow druids?) and since Mr Tigerfeet and I don’t really have the means to donate money, I decided that, to help out, I would donate artwork instead.

What kind of artwork?

UI Artwork!

Observe my personal UI below:

My current UI, with Snazzy Artwork!

Note the Artwork

Now, my UI isn’t your UI. Nor is everyone reading this blog (or participating in Braj’s charity drive) likely to be a Feral Tauren Druid whose favorite feral forms are the ones featured above.

Nope, what I’m offering is a custom-built UI JUST FOR YOU!

Play a hunter? Bows, pets, traps! You got it!

What about a warrior or rogue? Lots of weapons, blood splatters!

How about something completely different? I will make a My-Little-Ponies in stealth with backstabitty goodness UI if that’s what you want.

No porn though, sorry folks.

Now, So far I’ve only used BTex for my artwork, but if you know of another addon (like Sunn, for example) that you really REALLY want to use just let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

Even if you do choose to use BTex, I’ll want a screenshot of your current UI. What’s the point of getting snazzy custom artwork if you have to move everthing around? I’ll do my best to integrate aesthetically pleasing art into your current UI.

A final note – this custom UI will be just for you (should you win). I won’t share it with anyone else!

So, go and take part in Braj’s charity drive, and good luck!

A Is For Apathy

You can probably guess where I’m going with this. I’ve got three or four posts planned out but just can’t seem to power through my personal frustrations right now.

I’m STILL waiting for my characters to transfer over to the PTR so I can look at all the new druid skins and try out the new totem bar on my baby shaman.

So, frustrated and apathetic, I’ll be cleaning house this weekend. That should help.

I’ll be back next week but in the meantime, have fun with fireworks, and may your raids not be critted too hard by the 4th.


To Protect, And Serve

Most all American children will have a school class wherein they are assigned the task of discovering the entimology of their name. I was given this assignment multiple times.

My real life name means ‘Defender’, or ‘Champion of the People’, depending which culture it comes from (either Russian or Greek, actually). Some would say that names have power, that either each person will attract a suitable name, or that the name given to a person will somehow affect their development, their temperament.

Either way, I find it curious that in my first MMO experience I played a healer (Guild Wars, Monk) whose charge was healing her party members, and saving them from harm; and now, in WoW, I play a tank, whose job is to take it in the face so the rest of my friends don’t have to.

I worked as an admin on a Role-Playing site (not WoW-related) and we discovered that one of our competitors had pirated our carefully-constructed guides. Now, these guides are based on copyrighted material, and we were offering them for free, but to lift them from our pages verbatim was an affront we would not stomach.

I set out to find ways to protect ourselves from it happening again. Everything was free, this was a fan site and we had no intention to make it a pay service. We’re only having fun, after all. Still, we are writers, and don’t want our writings taken without credit, weather we give them freely or not.

I’d forgotten about this, then I meandered on over to a fellow druid blogger 4 Haelz, and read her post about being scraped. Well now, I thought, that certainly sounds familiar, why hadn’t I thought this could happen to WoW bloggers?

The largest impediment to dealing with this, is finding out that it’s happened at all.

Enter, Copyscape.

Simply input a URL and it will search for other sites that have your words written verbatim. When working as an Admin we found many, when searching for my dear SAC, I only found 2, both of which were legitimate (News-casting sites will often come up because they post excerpts)

So, please, I know I’m not the most-read blog, and that I also eschew the use of twitter, but I’m asking everyone to spread the word about Copyscape. You can’t do anything to fix a wrong unless you know a wrong has been done.

(As for sounding uncharacteristically melodramatic, you can blame Star Trek ToS for that 😛 )

Apparently, I Am A Tease

Or so I was told today by a co-worker.

Now, in my blogging, gaming, and general internet-centric life I tend to be rather (as Boostah referred to it once) demonstrative. I don’t know if this is endearing or off-putting. At the very least no one has been rude enough yet to tell me to sit down and shut up when I start going all emo-cat.

For that I am thankful.

I suspect that my demonstrative behavior stems from an (at times) crippling shyness when out and about in what we fondly call the ‘Real World’. Now, I’m not one of those poor souls whose introspective tendencies lend me to a life of unwanted hermitage, nor am I incapable of conducting business as usual and marching down to the bank to demand -in person- where my paycheck went and how it got there.

Nope, for the most part, I’m perfectly capable of operating in normal society.

The waves of uncertainty don’t wash over me until polite conversation goes beyond the weather. When it’s time to actually share opinions, to open up, to learn what others are really about (and by proxy to bare your heart a little too)… that’s when I start to falter.

Where did that stutter come from?

Why’s it suddenly so hot in here?

Internet friends? They must think I’m a looser.

I draw for fun? Have my own comic?

Now I must really look like an idiot.

And then, more often not I slink away, hunch my shoulders, and try to be as unremarkable as possible.

Now, the real meat of this issue begins to reveal itself when I mention that said cowerker used to work at Marvel Comics in New York. After a couple weeks during which I fretted myself to the wire, sure my job was in imminent peril, I was able to strike up a conversation with the man.

The roof didn’t collapse on me.

He didn’t reduce me to a quivering pile of slime with a string of insults and derisive expressions.

The apocalypse did not come, and Hell had certainly not frozen over.

I learned he was a pretty cool guy and *gasp* someone that I might enjoy getting to know a little better.

Well, I figured, I had grilled him about his time in New York, demanded his life’s story and the story of how in the world he ended up here, of all places, and even got to gauge his nerd-factor a bit.

Now it was my turn.

I mentioned that I draw a webcomic and he came alive. I gave him the link, and I proceeded to spend the next night or two in knots.

What was I doing? This was a story I’ve been working on since college, one of the races in the story had begun taking shape in Junior High! This thing was old to me, and I had put my heart and soul into it.

At the core, I love to tell stories.

He asked all kinds of questions the next day, after first proclaiming how much he loved what little I had put out.

My answer, however, was simple. I have no aspirations, simply a love of telling stories, and this one in particular. I’m notoriously bad at keeping my own deadlines, so my only goal was continued work, and pages would be finished when they were ready.

Today he complained, jokingly, that I was such a tease, releasing pages so slowly.

It’s a different feeling when you are working on something for yourself only, as opposed to knowing someone is watching. It’s the difference between singing in the shower, and being under the glare of the lights on opening night.

Odd, when all things are considered, that I have rarely gotten stage fright. I am only afraid when telling the truth.

And that is probably why I fear for Lamentation. This story, fantastic that it may be, is still nothing less than the truth. I write about truths of the heart and the mind. The characters may not be real, but their feelings and their thoughts most definitely are.

The best stories are ones that speak to us of Truth, weather those truths are hard or easy, happy or sad, we see these Truths reflected within us. That is why I write, why I blog, why I do anything that I consider worthwhile.

Everything is a quest to find the Truth within myself.

I am flattered, beyond words, that there is at least one person who thinks this story I’m trying to tell is interesting. My words at time may not be very eloquent, and my artistic ability may not be enough to truly convey what I want, but I am trying my best.

So, if you enjoy reading what I’ve written here, I’m inviting you all to see what I’ve drawn for my story, Lamentation.

Meanwhile, I will try to work harder, and pick up the pace 🙂