Samson Agonistes [Hal’ isn’t the only one who can make obscure literary references]
It has been a bit . . . a lifetime . . . since I have ventured into WOW. What has brought me back was a request by DoubleE to ‘borrow’ . . . err . . ‘me’ for Sunday drives. It was odd. I mean . . . Viamedia isn’t me, but is. However, DoubleE is one of a very few people on this planet I actually value.
So, I re-subscribed and then went into WOW to do the equivalent of house cleaning. I mean, I can’t have him seeing my toolbar out of order or seeing that my vault is a mess. It took over an hour to make Viamedia presentable . . . which is not something one would generally have to do.
Along the way I realized I was now part of a guild that Hal’ and Twink’ weren’t. So, I quit it. Now, I am guildless . . . which, as I am more or less a soloist [Sorry, Twink . . . I went ahead and re-configured myself FURY] and a guild has little use to me beyond companionship . . .and without Hal or Twink . . it ain’t.
How does one surrender an identity . . or an e-dentity? How does one cease to become oneself? I image it [as I am one to do . . . or is it two to do?] that it is like someone who has played a role on Broadway for a long run and then surrendered it to someone else. Viamedia was never me, but it . . . he . . was a comfortable enough suit. Though . . . I’m now wondering if I was ever me . . . or just a comfortable suit.
Enough metaphysical bullshit . . . time for me to exploit the masses in