Happy 70th, Pops.


10006002_10152915170940990_5754213348455324657_oUnder normal circumstances we’d be meeting at the house to go to steak dinner. All of us dressed snazzy with a small collection of cards, trinkets and cake to celebrate you. This year, we’re still celebrating you, but unfortunately cancer tried to crash the party on us. So you’ll be wearing a hospital gown and eating the same nutritional goo that’s being shot through your frail body for the last year or so. It’s not ideal, but it could be worse and the fact that you still close your eyes and shed a few tears while we funnel your favorite blues songs through a Bluetooth speaker we smuggle in, let’s me know that you’re appreciating life regardless.

While I wish your vessel was the same one that I’m used to seeing yell at the TV during Chargers game while smacking on peanuts and I know that spirit is still in there kicking around. Stubborn as usual and doing everything you can to stay here with us and possibly see 71. Baffling those nurses that say it’s impossible for you to stand because of how weak you appear and smiling when with our assistance you do it anyways. They don’t realize that an old country boy like you saw Vietnam three times, retired a Master Chief from the Navy at 44 and walked the prison halls for the Department of Corrections for 20 after that. They don’t know that you kept a roof over our heads, kept food in our stomachs and you’d be the first to help us (after rolling your eyes, of course) if we ever got in a bind. All of this before escaping death three times in less than year. You fought for your civil rights as well as infection after infection and still manage to crack a smile when your favorite nurses walk into the room and salute you. They don’t know that your vocal chords now silenced thanks to the trach tubing bellowed out cheers and your frail arm pumped the air stealthily from the stands of our football, basketball and volleyball games.

We celebrate all of these things today.

Happy Birthday, Pops!

People love to misunderstand…



The last few days the gaming community has been mourning the passing of Nintendo President, Satoru Iwata. There have been tweets, vlogs, and various media floating across the Internets; mainly wonderfully done art. Yesterday while doing a little surfing on my phone I found an image on Facebook (posted by a nerdy company that shall not be named) that pulled at my heart strings and shared it on Twitter. I thought nothing of it as I went to run errands, return phone calls and it just so happened that a very prominent YouTube celebrity quoted it. Also, please note that I’m some random 6’3″ black chick, with an afro, a sassy attitude and a love for giraffes. A mere dew drop in the scheme of Internet celebrityhood and most of my followers are usually privy to pictures of me doing my hair, bad OKC messages and terrible memes.

Regardless, the world exploded and we all died.

Not really, but from the response I received from someone who traced the tweet back to me? You would have thought the Four Horsemen sounded the horn fuckin’ judgement. I was accused of using the un-credited image as retweet and favstar fodder, told that I should have reverse Google image searched and the best a tweet saying something to the effect of, “I BET YOU WON’T TAKE THAT DOWN. I BET YOU WON’T!” while basically doing the Internet version of the Beat It dance while pulling out a butterfly knife.

Really? It’s like that, though?

I get it. I’m not a dummy. People are sensitive about their shit and want credit where credit is due. While you’re more than welcome to be diligent and politely ask me to remove or credit said image, you don’t wave your red cape in front of my face while doing so because that’s when I stop listening. I’m very much aware that artists get exploited and stolen from. Hell, I played college sports for four years, I got exploited for millions of dollars so people could sit in uncomfortable seats to watch me throw a ball through a hoop. Bruh, I get it.

Regardless, here is the link to the artist’s tumblr. Her image was beautiful, heartfelt and wonderful.

Now the image has since been deleted from my timeline and other folks spoke their piece in regards to the matter. I in no way threatened anyone’s job or threatened to affect their career. Will I buy their products? No. Did I delete and/or block them? Nope. Did I get salty about removing the image? No. Did I get salty when someone is clearly and blatantly wrong in how they handled the situation. Hell-to-the-yes. Would I act that way again? Hell-to-the-yes. I’m a pretty laid back and tolerant human but with that red cape in my face?


*If I get in trouble for using Will Smith’s Fresh Prince image, please do me a solid and have him come to my front door rather than contact me via social media. He should preferably be in character from either iRobot or I Am Legend because he was pretty sexy in those movies.

Blue is the color of all that I wear…


I was a huge fan of my previous transmog outfit, but it seems like everywhere I go there is another clothie jackin’ my style! So I decided to switch it up a bit and went with this instead.


Yeeeep! A recolor of the Priest t1 set. It took about a day or two of grinding Outland instances, which also yielded a ton of Netherweave cloth. Naturally all of that went towards Netherweave bags to make some gold off of.

Pretty snazzy, eh? Here’s where you can get yours.

Helm: Collar of Command from from Shirrak the Deadwatcher in Normal Auchenai Crypts.
Shoulders: Pauldrons of Sufferance from Epoch Hunter in Normal Old Hillsbrad Foothills.
Chest: Raiments of Divine Authority from Keli’dan the Breaker in Normal Blood Furnace.
Waist: Mindfire Waistband also from Keli’dan the Breaker in Normal Blood Furnace.
Gloves: Royal Gloves from your local AH.
Weapon: Blade of the Witching Hour from Theralion and Valiona in Bastion of Twilight
Offhand: Inscribed Jade Fan from your favorite scribe or the local AH.

As you see, I didn’t bother with pants or the boots because you don’t see either thanks to the robe and the fact that Trolls never wear shoes.

So that’s what I’m rockin’ lately. What are you wearing?

Blog Azeroth Shared Topic: Custom-Fit Professions


This week’s Blog Azeroth Shared Topic comes to us via Effraeti.

Professions are fun for some and a necessary evil for others.

Some of us have farming professions. Some of us have crafting professions. Some of us have a little bit of everything! Professions are leveled because they fit our style of play, help us in raiding, allow us to outfit our alts, and make us money.

What professions do you have on your main? Do his/her professions fit their personality? Why did you choose them? If you chose professions based on your character and not on gaming needs, would that change some of their professions they use?

I have every profession represented in the Fay Family but my main, Fayona, sticks to Jewelcrafting and Tailoring as her primary professions and they definitely fit her personality. Fay definitely loves her bling and constructing the finest threads to strut, mirror image and blink her way across Azeroth. Plus, remember in those days when JC actually could make you a little gold? Quite nice, wasn’t it? And yes, Fay is definitely a fan of making large sums of gold to fund she and the rest of her sassy little posse.

And I don’t know if you heard the dirty rumor about the bad ass Jeweled Onyx Panther mount in Mists of Pandaria? Wellllll, the Fay Family is definitely looking forward to slangin’ a few of those across the local auction house.

Also, quick note. This week’s Sevenly cause benefits Cure and, “will help support a disfigured child to finally live a normal life. For every $1,100 we raise, CURE International will provide a life-altering surgery for 1 of these children. Our goal is to fund the surgeries of 15 children!”

They’ve also added a bunch of new items to purchase; tote bags, sassy sweatshirts and phone covers! So now you’ve got a variety of ways to benefit a charity that resonates with you. As always, DO GOOD!

Dear Media, Gamers =/= Killers.


As with any tragedy there are always questions of why, how and what and almost a week after the deadly theater shooting in Colorado the media is still looking for a motive. Inadequate gun laws, bad parenting, bad theater security have all been thrown into the mix and naturally violent video games get thrown on top of it all.

Pat Brown was on CNN last week and threw this little match stick on top:

He’s probably prepared for this for a long time, just obsessing over it, gathering his weapons. [He] probably spent a lot of time in his apartment, playing one video game after the other—shooting, shooting, shooting—building up his courage and building up the excitement of when it’s going to be real for him. And it’s made his day.

This has been something he has really been into. And now we’re going to find, probably on [Facebook] or anybody who knows him will say, ‘Yeah, he did have a lot of interest in that. He was always playing the video games. And I’m not saying video games make you a killer. But if you’re a psychopath, video games help you get in the mode to do the killing.




Can we stop this madness already?

In this day and age almost everyone has their flava’ of gaming. Whether you’re tending fake crops in Farmville, getting the shit scared out of you in Amnesia, or dancing and getting your heart rate up while playing Just Dance on your Xbox. Social gaming and video games are being played by almost er’body and are readily available. You’ve got models, Grandmas and a plethora of athletes and such that indulge in them.

So why is gaming still being used as a scapegoat these days? This and other stereotypes about gamers and gaming in general kept me from sharing my interest with close friends and family. Most still don’t see the reasoning behind why I enjoy it. But I do. My glitter may be your pile of shit but it will more than likely never lead me to taking someone’s life. So my message to the media and all of the other so called experts out there that are probably closet gaming or have gamers in your family?


Because in all honesty, if you were an expert and truly knew gamer culture (whatever that means) you’d see that almost every game has a pretty close knit community behind it. We all get excited about new expansion releases, talk almost daily via Twitter and other social media, support and enjoy the living hell out of each other.

But then again, you’d never cover that. Too positive.


Where Ya Been, Fay?


I’ve been all over! I wish I could say it was in some amazing place but the last week and a half or so has literally been a blur.

First, my computer totally conked out on me. So far it looks like a hard drive crash, which totally sucks but I have a laptop from a friend waiting for me so it’s just a matter of picking it up and such.

Second, if you follow me on Twitter, I’ve been dating and enjoying stuff away from the internets. Mainly helping and enjoying my niece’s 6th birthday. She’s a rockstar.

Third, Con-stravaganza begins on Wednesday and I’ve been running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off between the first two dealios, prepping for this and working as much as I can.

Hopefully, I’ll pick up the computer and such and after all of this is over I’ll have some pictures from Comic Con, Gam3r-Con and w00tstock. And by then my head will stop spinning and I’ll get a decent night’s rest.

Until then!

Edited to add: this week’s Sevenly cause helps provide suicide prevention, therapy, counseling, and treatment for a teenager battling depression. Read about TWOLHA here and give if you can. As always, Do Good!

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