The following is a true story.

I’ve got this friend, who was a hardcore Everquest addict back in the day. Had the Evercrack vicious, bad enough that his wife was on the verge of a divorce.. or homicide. She relates stories of how she used to dream of taking a club and smashing the computer.

In the end, he did the wise thing, and ‘just said no’ to Everquest. He quit cold turkey, and never looked back. He placed his family above the game, and his hoime life is among the happiest I have ever seen.

The memory of the bad times is not that far removed, however. As I play WoW, you can imagine that I am considered the evil friend, the temptor, the friend that might be trying to suck him back into games. Accordingly, she keeps an eagle eye on me when I’m around.

Mark can tell some pretty funny stories about the craziness of playing Everquest. His main character was a Priest, and it sounds like soloing one of those was about as big a pile of misery as you can get.

We were over visiting them recently, and I mentioned how much fun I was having writing this blog. As it is WoW related, I hadn’t thought about it, but Mark hadn’t mentioned it to his wife.

So, since this was her first time hearing about it, she asked what the name of the blog was.

“Big Bear Butt Blogger”, I replied.

She looked at me suspiciously, and then asked, “Is it because you write while naked?”

…. What kind of game does she think we play here, anyway?