Now That I'm Here...

I recently had to leave the wonderful world of Azeroth due to privacy concerns. Blizzard, in all its Activision-owned glory, decided that it was going to implement this interesting new social feature called 'RealID', which would link your real name to your online characters and battlenet account. It was supposed to make it easier to hook up with your 'real life' friends and family, organize guild functions, organize StarCraft/Diablo groups, all that & a bag o' chips.

I'm not a hard-core gamer girl, but I fell in love with WoW quickly and enjoyed playing it. As a matter of fact, I was a bit more dedicated to it than Rob. I was looking forward to Cataclysm reshaping the old stomping grounds and wanted a goblin rogue so hard. Then RealID came along & blew my pixelated universe to pieces. I'm pretty open about playing video games. I don't really care if my employers know I play them, and honestly using all those hot keys mapped to my keyboard improved my typing speed immensely. But I have a unique name. It's not like I'm Maria Garcia or something. If you know me & you Google me, there are only about 1300 results and I'm on the front page. Combined with my player realm and character names, you know exactly who corpse-camped you for 3 hours one early morning. With facebook, you now have enough information to track me or someone I know down. Hell's bells, thanks to a website that lists the salaries & job titles of public employees for Nevada, you can see exactly how broke I was in 2009. I don't want to become a target of IRL nerdrage, thanks. I dropped WoW like a hot potato (supposedly RealID is going to remain optional, but they've broken my trust in their motives - StarCraft is going to be linked to facebook, and I imagine the rest of battlenet will follow).

On livejournal, I've got posts where I'm trying to record my life story. Chances are, if you're one of the people I knew in the past, I don't remember your name or what you look like - unless I am related to you. I talk about my relatives frankly and without sugar-coating anything they did or said to me years ago. I bitch about my husband - most married women do, but my husband is fantastically thin-skinned, and he worries about my health enough as it is for me to not want to add the occasional bouts of insanity into which I plunge. After the WoW fiasco, when I heard that livejournal was breaking its own privacy options in order to let people cross-post not only their own, but other users', posts and comments to facebook, I didn't hesitate to leave them.

Now my only debate is... do I leave my livejournal as it stands, to slowly decay and lose coherence... or do I delete fucking everything?!?! 7 years is a long time, and that's a lot of blog to try and copy over to here. I suppose I could just copypasta it into a Word doc or something. I dunno. Have to see if I'm really that bored.