Occasionally, being a parent is stressful.  A lot of the time, my son won't finish his milk, water, or juice.  However, I have to draw the line here.

If he is going to start a bottle of Sriracha, the greatest substance on earth, he had best finish the darn thing!  The stuff isn't terribly expensive, but it is more so than his other drinks.  I'm just saying it shouldn't go to waste, you know? :p

Just to be absolutely clear:  My son doesn't drink Sriracha.  He occasionally sneaks a taste of my dinner, and usually regrets it, though.  He is a rambunctious little rapscallion, so in due time he will probably be a Dark Lord of the Sauce.  Just like his daddy.

Don't worry, I rescued the half empty healing potion from it's untimely demise.  But why was it by the sink?  Who thought it was time to wash away the glorious fire?  You, like I, may never know... :p

 I generally like to write.  Be it comments on a blog, writing about someone's transmogrification set, or just random ramblings in this blog.  Getting pen to paper, or in this case keys to screen, is important to my daily routine recently.

I used to write stories about my role playing characters.  Those stories lay across dozens of notebooks through the years.  I hadn't really thought about them until I started writing a little something every day over on Mog's Addiction.  That blog and all the site pages have spurned me to actually talk outside of the Warcraft chat box.

That also became the impetus behind starting this blog.  Somewhere to share all the random tidbits that pop in and out of my mind.  It actually isn't important that people are reading it, though it is important that I'm writing something to keep moving in a direction.  As they say, it's the journey that matters most, not the destination. :p