We’ve recently started running a second 10-man group through ICC, which is comprised of a few raiders who don’t normally get to attend our progression raiding nights and for whomever has an alt that they want to drag through ICC to gear up a bit. It’s only gone for a few weeks and results have been pretty mixed in terms of the ease of getting through the content, but that group can pretty much count on getting through five or six bosses.

This week, real life has prevented me from going in and flailing around with bubbles and penance and generally making a nuisance of myself, but that hasn’t prevented anyone else telling me in detail what went well and what didn’t.

I suppose it’s nice to know, but today I am finding that there are times when it becomes needful for me to be able to not think about it. Some of it, I don’t even want to fucking know.

Yes, this is a QQ-fest. I haven’t had one in a while.

The bottom line for me right now is that while I can sympathize that X, Y or Z happened, there’s nothing I can do about it. I wasn’t online when so-and-so did such-and-such. Did it violate our raid rules? Yes. Should they be spoken to about it? Yes. But not by me every damn time, no sir.

And I know what I need  to address and with whom I need to address it, but it sorta chaps me a bit that I even feel like I have to. So I am sitting here stewing over how ridiculous some of my in-guild problems are and realizing that I need to be doing anything but that. Having purged my silly angst here, I am going to concentrate on other things now.

Like how At has a job interview this afternoon. And how I need to remind everyone that today is the last day you can submit your DinoTam poems for my little contest. And how I need to stop starting sentences with words like “so” and “and.”