Because World of Warcraft is A DISEASE, it's no real surprise that it managed to leap off of Gabriel somehow and onto his mom, who has begun to show symptoms. Thus another of the High Houses meets its end.

Okay, so, now the Alienware he purchased is giving him the same kinds of trouble every computer always gives him eventually. This is after sending two machines in a row back to iBuyPower and then buying the new machine in a blind rage, imagining that he could outrun his own devastating electromagnetic field by switching vendors.

We have almost reached December so we should probably talk about shipping deadlines. If you want to get stuff from the PA store as gifts and you want them to show up before Christmas, here’s what you need to know. Holiday Shipping Deadlines: For delivery before Christmas, make sure you place your order by midnight on these shipping deadlines:

We used to have a private Minecraft server, but maintaining one of those and hosting a curated selection of that community's prodigious mod output can take as much time as you let it, and I think that ultimately we decided that it was a "time eating machine what eated up our time." So Gabriel the Younger started connecting to public servers, which marks the crossing of so many thresholds at once that it's the sort of moment you collect for posterity.

Kara and I always get the itch to play WOW around Christmas time. There is something about setting the laptops up in the living room, and playing WOW by the light of the Christmas tree that just feels really good. It's like one of our Holiday traditions.

When winter rolls around, Kara gets an itch to play World of Warcraft that invariably ends up dragging others in. We popped in for a little bit yesterday to make sure all the accounts had gotten hooked back up, and... the experience was absolutely bewildering.

If you are hungry for holiday deals but you don't want to die at a Walmart, might I suggest the Penny Arcade store? We have kicked things up a notch this year and I'm sure you'll find something for yourself or that special nerd in your life.

Nintendo's online offerings prior to the Wii U have been... online offerings, I guess you might say. Literal interpretations. We can tell now that they were not full attempts, and it's clear, because when they actually try to do it it looks like this.

Comics about shopping seemed appropriate.

We've got about fifty tickets left for the December 6 event, which has been consistently enjoyable. If you are considering attending, it's something you might wanna lock down soon.

Gabriel's elaborate oral history of the Wii U line caused us to reflect on whether lines are inventions or inherent in the human animal. Well, not really. But the things he was telling me were correlated with the strange cultures that form in all queues of people, no doubt everywhere in the world. They adopt their own ways. They vary in strength, but when you put people who don't know each other together and pack them tight you're fucking around with ancient magic.

It's open and going well bonkers. People have found it, and are putting Erika's exquisite Hospital Map to work. Jamie's maintaining the Official Events Calendar as well, if you're looking for other ways to get involved. Desert Bus For Hope, now a storied tradition, is currently underway. In fourteen hours they (and you, because that's how it works) raised thirty-two thousand dollars, which is also known as 128 consoles or 533 games. Since then, that number has biggened considerably.

I was able to get a Wii U this weekend after spending five hours in line at a local Fred Meyer. I had not camped out for a console since the PS2 and I have to admit even though it was cold and rainy, I had a great time. I spent most of the day yesterday playing the shit out of it with my family and we had a blast. Ben has posted a lot of great Wii U coverage over on the PAR but I wanted to give you a quick rundown of my impressions after the first day.

Today’s comic is “ripped from my inbox”. I received a note last week from the Phi Sigma Sigma sorority informing me that this thread on the PA forums contained some of their secret shit. Here is a snippet:

Hounding us to drop everything so that your sorority rituals retain their sanctity might be a toughie. It also implies a level of active forum control that I'd be hesitant to exert in cases where nothing gross was happening. Also, I don't care. Plus, it's some combination of counterproductive and impossible. Gabriel suggests above the "old" adage about the Internet, Pee, and Pools, which mostly holds, except you're literally peeing into the pool while you do it. At some point, it ceases being a pool altogether and becomes a toilet full-time.

Erika actually gives a shit about her health, which is just... incredibly novel. She actively tries to do physically difficult things on purpose, and not just, like, trying to ride your bike home even though you shouldn't because you are as drunk as you have ever been.