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Ok, so I have been in exceptionally poor blogging form lately. The subtle chastising from certain parties who will remain unnamed has made this shameful fact abundantly clear. But let me explain...

We have recently committed the cardinal sin of any serious bloggartiste. Yes. It's true. We have succumbed to the irresistibly evil pull of the greatest of MMORPGs*, World of Warcraft.

Given my new-found dedication to 'WoW', I would really appreciate it if you could all call me by my avatar name from now on - Stara. And please refrain from introducing me as a friend from school, work or such. I would much prefer the representation that we met at the night elf camp for beginners in Teldrassil where I was the most promising druid to hit the scene in a good couple of weeks. Also, please avoid any taint of sarcasm when commenting on how you admire my dashing long ears and striking green hair - it would be a poor decision to forget that I have a Medicine Staff of the Monkey with +3 Bashing, +4 Gashing and your name all over it.

Please also bear in mind that whilst you may be whiling away your time waiting for me to post on this blog, I am saving a world. Saving a world dammit. The Horde aren't just going to slay themselves. Someone has to be ever-watchful and look out for the deeries and squirrellies and things. And that someone might as well be me. So a little patience would be much appreciated during these perilous times.

Thank you.


P.S. Yes, the reason why I'm suddenly blogging IS because the WoW server is down for servicing. What's your point?



*For the less nerdically inclined, MMORPG = massively multiplayer online role playing game = virtual world with lots of equally tragic people running around pretending to be kick-arse war machines wreaking havoc upon an evil world of undead coolies.

Cocktails & Dreams

In a bout of organisation (by other people, of course), I recently found myself catching up with some old school buddies at the hallowed grounds of West End.

We kicked off at the Lychee Lounge - one of the most terrifyingly chic establishments in all of Bris Vegas. Fortunately, because we'd come quite early, the Lounge wasn't totally jumping yet, so my fears were somewhat allayed.

A short squizz of the extensive cocktail list and we'd each chosen our poison. I'd thoroughly recommend my 'Turkish Delight', with genuine rosewater and everything. Very lovely. And very pink. Certainly calmed my nerves, which were a little on edge due to the barbie-doll-head chandeliers...

Aaanyway, the stomach grumblies soon called for a mosey over to the Ottoman Cafe, just 'round the corner by the Gunshop Cafe. I'd wanted to go to the Ottoman for ages, having long admired its cute fairy lights and Aegian blue glass, so I was extremely happy by this turn of events.

Not surprisingly, the Ottoman's offerings were lamb, lamb, lamb, chicken and lamb. And the vegetarian option was beef ravioli. Odd. Still, the meal was great and the entertainment entertaining - featuring a charming (but not overly useful) French Turkish waiter, and a crazy-arsed 'hips don't lie' belly dancer.

Oh, and for the record, everyone should try hot Turkish apple tea some time. I like apples. I like tea. I REALLY like apple tea - even after I spilled it all over the table and it had to be mopped up by the hot French Turkish waiter. (Oh. Did I neglect to mention how hot he was before? Hmm...)

Still, leaving the fair shores of the Otto behind, we made a short cross to every late-20-something Brisbanite's sentimental favourite, the Three Monkeys. A few biscuits and soup-sized chais later, it was time to call it a night - but not before a quick sighting of Mutto from 2006 Aus Idol. Wow.

Who would have thought anyone could pack so much manic liquid chaos into one night, huh? I, for one, am well impressed with myself. We are wicked kewl.