I'd rather love an avatar anyway...

I feel a bit sad these days because I don't have that cute little man Hoff around me anymore.

Ironically, as a communications ph.d. student, he was really horrible at communicating.

Nonetheless, I miss him. I miss the concept of like, a real person to nuzzle.

It has dawned on me over the last few days that when my libidinal energy is rebuffed, I tend to prefer to redirect it to videogames.

And so, suddenly, inexplicably, I find myself obsessed with World of Warcraft.

Yes, yes. I know. I know.

Whether it's Second Life, or my Xbox 360, you can track the reverberations of the shipwrecks of my love life in the games I play and the geek-holes which lose me for days, even weeks.

So far, I've created two characters, a lame Rogue named Cyparissus and my current favorite character, a kick-ass Warlock who I tweaked to look like Ché Guevara:

His name is Hykanithos. For those of you who don't know your Greek mythology, Hykanithos and Cyparissus were the young male lovers of the pedaristic Apollo:

Hykanithos currently resides on the Dresden server, so if you happen to be there, hit me up and we'll go raid some caves and shit.

Until last night, Hykanithos had been hanging out on his own in Westfall, which is a pretty barren place to begin with. With only his imp and his minion as friends, it was quite lonely.

But last night Hykanithos hooked up with a slender, sexy Warlock named saraprincess. She flirted with a Level 19 Dust Devil and then with me. We formed a party and spent a few lovely hours massacring Defias bandits...