In virtual news...
Last Wednesday I finally hit the level cap for the first time since buying World of Warcraft early 2005. My feral night-elf druid Bunnyfoe, a recurring RPG persona with a psychotic prejudice against long-eared rodents (unless they have wings and/or antlers) whose name came from a random name generator I wrote for Quake 3: Arena, dinged her last ding until Blizzard raises it again in a month and a half.
I've been toying with the idea of switching from feral to balance. gcat did so and has been tearing it up, so much so he's been dubbed their resident "Crit Chicken". I mean, regardless of high spell damage, just look at this thing:
Buck-buh-CAW!
My 68 shadow priest, whom I've let sit for nearly a year, got some attention this weekend and pushed to within half a level of 70 as well. This one may end up getting re-spec'd as a holy to be of more use in instances. We'll see.