I’m not really here

This was just something I really couldn’t wait to share.

Sanderson was really down to earth and relaxed and very gracious. It was great to get a chance to meet him and get some books signed. I could gush on at length, but I’ll refrain. Just wanted you all to know I was thinking of you even in the midst of my squeefest.

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Pardon me while I learn to not give a fuck

I’ve been putting off writing this post for quite a few months. It could turn out to be quite a ramble, so here’s the TL;DR in advance:

I’m taking a break from this whole blogging thing… and the twitter thing. I don’t know for how long, really, but it became pretty clear to me that this is something I need to do. For myself. I’ll still be playing WoW. Still being the GM of those Effers, so I’ll be tied to the blogosphere. I might even still read blogs and occasionally comment.

There are a dozen reasons why and I can’t really say where one ends and another begins. I thought it was the stress of moving and not having a home base. With that settled, I thought maybe I just needed a permanent job before I could finally stop stressing out.

While I am sure that whole job thing would help somewhat, the truth is that I’ve been blogging and twittering for all the wrong reasons lately, trying to prove something to someone who left my life a while ago and who would probably laugh if he knew how much I let him win. Except the contest only exists in my head and honestly, how pathetic is that?

Learning to not give a fuck

At reminded me today of this article, which some of you have probably seen before. It resonates with me in a way I can’t describe and in looking over it today it was like many little lightbulbs going off in my head, a sort of lightshow of epiphanies.

People are judging me right now. I don’t need everyone to like me.

These are truths that have been difficult to internalize. I think we all like to think of ourselves as the star of the show in the drama that is our lives. So for the most part, people should like us! Oh, an antagonist or two might be something we have to deal with once in a while to keep things interesting, but they will ultimately be shown to be dumber or crueler or less human, right?

Yeah, right. Or maybe it’s: Yeah right!

Giving a fuck about the right things

The third fact in the article was a little easier. It’s my people that matter.

Why do I put so much time and effort into worrying about whether or not everyone out there likes me when I know damn well many don’t, and won’t ever? Why does the approval of virtual strangers become a top priority when my people – people I don’t even really deserve when it comes down to it – get shoved to the wayside?

My priorities have been pretty fucked up.

The good news is that there’s plenty of room to change. My people are fairly few: my family, my friends and to a certain extent, my guild.

Oh, my Effing guild

I’ve been struggling for months now feeling like I was failing the Effers because I just couldn’t find a balance. Then a week ago, I blew up at Zel, as much as one can blow up via instant messaging, because I just didn’t want to hear one more thing about the guild.

She went to the forums and asked if we needed another raid leader or maybe, gasp, some officers. In the first hours of the discussion, I was torn between sadness, guilt for failing and relief that maybe I could either share the burdens or find a way out of being GM altogether.

They won’t let me out of being the GM, but help is on the way, and I think it’s a good compromise between taking on officer-type people while avoiding the trap of officers eventually becoming figureheads in the most elite of cliques.

But I digress.

Self esteem, I’d like to have some again

The Complete Guide to Not Giving a Fuck goes on to list five “easy steps” for getting a handle on the problem of caring far, far too much about other people and their opinions of you.

The first step was do things you would consider embarrassing. Check. This blog post qualifies. I’m rarely honest in front of others about my real shortcomings, and I fully expect that a number of people who read this post will nod knowingly and think, I always knew she was a loser.

I realized I’m self-deprecating so much of the time because I figure it’ll save other people the bother. It’s so much easier to hear from me than it would be to hear from someone else. It it okay to simply admit that I’m fragile and would prefer to be handled with care? I don’t know. Everything in me says no.

This post also partly covers the second step: dealing with awkwardness. If you’re reading it, you are seeing just how awkward things are. How awkward I am, not so deep down. Uncomfortable truths? I’m looking at them.

Work in progress

I guess it’s fitting that for my last ramble here for a while, that this is something of a long one. I feel like I’ve lost the point several times throughout and that this won’t make sense as a cohesive whole. I suspect it might all come across as a disjointed mess of self-pity and unrelated asides.

But for me, it’s more. It’s good. I feel hopeful and a little bit free. I’m giving myself the freedom to walk away from trying to come up with something to say here when I’ve been paralyzed in the same ruts for months. I’m giving myself the space to pay attention to my people and to stop chasing the approbation of others.

And more, I’m giving myself the gift of time to work on the things I do want to attend to but have been putting off because I was already failing my other commitments. I’m planning on diverting my writing time to the novel and I hope my volunteers for reading that will still be willing to do so. (I doubt any of the willingness to volunteer stemmed from my writing this blog, but eh, it’s worth a mention.)

In closing, before I come up with any tangents

I don’t know when I’ll be back. It could be anything from a month to never. I just know that as much as I have loved being a part of the WoW blogging and tweeting community, and for as many of my people as I have discovered there, it’s become the wrong place for me. I would be beyond honored if anyone stuck around long enough to welcome me back, if and when the day should come.

Just in case it doesn’t, know that you have all had a big impact on me and I will always be very grateful for the time I got to spend in the corners of the internet that were yours and mine.

And in the meantime, I’m not shutting anything down now. I’m just closing some tabs that have been perpetually open in my browser for over a year.

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Weight Loss Wednesday

God. I can’t help it. I’m lame. We all know this. So, yes, Weight Loss Wednesday is now A Thing.

With the great move of 2010-2011 finally over, I’m getting back into a real routine at last. Back in Missouri, I had a walking partner with whom I walked once a week. There was also a biking path near the house and in my last few months of living there, At and I would sometimes bike it or just walk it after dinner. That didn’t happen often due to Missouri being super humid and also full of ticks and chiggers. EW.

Now I’m in Utah where I had Big Plans to get out and do things, but in point of fact, I haven’t been hiking even once. Winter gave way to a rather cold and rainy spring and then we hit summer with a vengeance. Perhaps one of these weekends we’ll get out early enough that the heat won’t be a huge detriment, but in the meantime there’s the treadmill (and the hauling boxes around while moving – that totally had to help, right?) and, since unpacking, the Wii and such gems as Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred, which is more like a 20 minute death to the fatties program. That’s all I can deduce from the fact that it nearly killed me.

Anyhow, since I last had a scale (December) and now, I’ve contrived to lose about 25 pounds. I’m excited about that progress but I also still have a long way to go. Since I am nearly 30 and my metabolism has slowed way the hell down, I’m not sure that I’ll ever get back to my former weight (about 110 pounds when I got married), but I’ll be happy with getting back into a healthy BMI range. For the short term, I’d like to lose 10-15 more pounds by my birthday. For that to happen, I’m going to have to increase my activity and possibly drink less wine.

With that in mind, I’ve dedicated myself to (among other things) walking at least three times a week on the treadmill (outside if I can fit it in during the cooler parts of the day) for 90 minutes. This has led to more flower farming and fishing for the guild bank so we can have nice things. And, you know, when my ass is hot enough for me to get it inked, I’ll totally get a tattoo of a priest doing the disco in honor of spite of the sure to be forthcoming objections to the idea from At and maybe Liala herself for introducing me to the idea of a treadmill desk but, in the meantime, it turns out that walking and WoWing continues to be dangerous! Maybe even life threatening!

Last weekend I managed to inadvertently turn the treadmill speed up to something like Way Too Fucking Fast while trying to attend to a little last minute banking stuff. I evidently don’t think very well under pressure because my response was to yelp and blindly smash at ALL THE BUTTONS until I could get it slowed down enough that I wasn’t in danger of completely losing my balance and ending up in a crumpled heap on the floor.

While informing my guild mates of what an idiot I am and joking about how getting myself dead isn’t actually very healthy, the treadmill spontaneously stopped. Spontaneously and abruptly. I nearly face planted into the desk. What ensued was more discussion about how I probably ought to give someone else GM in case of my accidental death. I promised to write a note to At to let him know that if he found my corpse in the shower (from slipping and falling, obviously), he ought to log into my account and turn the guild over to More.

Fortunately, I didn’t die and found myself farming more herbs the next day when my shoelaces wriggled themselves free and I experienced my third close call of the weekend for a broken neck. When they burn my body, I mused, I ought to have it arranged to have: “Died in pursuit of Azshara’s Veil” engraved on the urn. Followed by: “Probably not worth it.”

Now, assuming you made it this far, you’re probably wondering something like, “Ye gods, will she ramble on like this every Wednesday? If so, I know when to avoid this place!”

No, probably not. Unless I am amused by my own near-broken neck experiences, in which case yes. Also, you might want to consider avoiding this place pretty much every day. You’re welcome.

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Effing by the numbers

With a second Shannox kill and our first Beth’tilac kill under our belts, I thought I would phone it in today. Just like I phone it in most every day.

Per GuildOx, we’re now 21st on the server for 10-man progression and 11th if you leave out the horde guilds. Probably not big news by many standards, but the last time I ever checked out the ranking of a guild I was in, we were somewhere in the 50-75 range, so I’m pleased. We’re going to try Baleroc next.

On our Beth’tilac kill, I somehow managed to end up being ranked (157 so it’s not really anything to crow about). It was a big moment for me because I haven’t been trying the whole frost mage thing for very long, so that seemed like confirmation that I am doing something right after all.

In our three boss kills in Firelands, only one ember doohickey has dropped so far. Since I was voted to be the first to work towards getting the legendary staff, I was given the ember and I won some shoes. I was subsequently accused of being a loot whore.

Well, duh.

I just love raiding.

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LFM: First Readers

I don’t know how many people caught the tweet from me a while ago that I had a breakthrough when it comes to my fiction writing lately. I don’t know how many people out there have any experience with providing feedback on fiction beyond “I liked this” or “this is dumb” non-helpful statements.

I do know I would like to have a small handful of first readers to provide more in-depth feedback on my fiction as I complete chapters. This is going to be a fantasy novel but not anything based in Azeroth, in case anyone was wondering.

Anyhow, if you’re interested, drop me a line. It will be a small group I’m looking for on the first reader group but I may expand it more (if there’s interest) to a second reader group who can give more superfluous one-line feedback to revised chapters.

With my time being crunched the way it is, I don’t know that I’ll manage much more than a chapter every week or two, so this shouldn’t be a huge time commitment for anyone who is interested.

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How to be a great GM

Lately, I’ve had a lot of search terms come up for how to be a good GM or raid leader and all manner of questions pertaining to good leadership and how to be an excellent leader.

I certainly don’t think I have all the answers, but I do know something very important about good leadership. Maybe even great leadership. This is very well exemplified by the following:

I was letting new raiders know their spending limits on repairs for non-raiding nights and asked them to keep it around that amount. Then someone else in the guild piped up to admit they had spent several silver over the amount.

This seemed like a good teaching moment, both to reinforce for the older raider what the limits were and to instill in the new raiders a deep and abiding respect for the guidelines.

So I spoke softly… so softly….

…and then I pulled the seasoned raider aside and I walloped the ever-loving shit out of them until they begged for mercy and promised to repay not only the extra silver but also to not use guild repairs for the next two weeks.

Lead by fear and I’m sure you’ll have the sort of guild that’s worth coming home to at night.

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Neiner, neiner!

I was minding my own damn business the other day in SW when I got a tell from a guildmate. What classes and specs and such was I looking for in regards to raiding?

See, I had made a GMotD saying that anyone wanting to raid ought to speak to Gnoble or myself so that a) we could know they wanted to raid and b) we could work them into the rotation.

Uhh, said I, in response to this tell. No mages.

And the result was that we now have two more healers (with tank and dps offspecs, as needed) ready to join our ranks. This brings our pool of potential raiders up to, uh, 19.

Granted, we’ve never had everyone sign up for a raid at once, but at a time when I see most other GM’s bemoaning another loss, I’m both befuddled and delighted that we are still expanding our ranks.

Ringing the Recruitment Bell Again

So, we’re in that nasty middle ground of roster where we have almost-but-not-quite enough warm bodies to make two 10-man teams. If you’re interested in a guild like Eff the Ineffable who seems to be going strong as we head into the depths of the summer months, feel free to drop us a line.

Our current raiding schedule is older content for gearing alts and new 85′s on Tuesdays and progression (Firelands) on Fri/Sat. All raids start at 6:30 PST and we are an Alliance side guild on Azuremyst – US. At the moment, we’re very paladin, priest and mage heavy. Do not want more, though a solid applicant will always be considered. We would very much like to know more about what warriors, warlocks and druids are like.

Moar (unrelated) neiner, neiner!

You know how sometimes we tend to compete with other people who may or may not know that we are competing against them? I know this isn’t just me because Twitter admitted they do the same thing.

Well, the guild(s) I personally compete with (in my role as GM of the Effers) are all LOSERS compared to us in terms of progression. This is limited to guilds on my own server who have persons who used to be in my old guild (yet not the old guild itself, let’s be clear on that point). HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR SHINY NEW GUILDS NOW SUCKERS? HUH HUH? DON’T EVEN HAVE T11 CLEARED I SEE. SUCK. IT.

Ahem. What? Is… is that not in the spirit of “neiner, neiner”? My bad.

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Reprise – a guest post of sorts

Remember a million years ago when I hatched a notion to hold a contest for other people to rewrite chapters of that P&P+WoW abomination so many people are so fond of?

Yeah, well, I knew that all my entries came in around the Hunsford period of the book but I didn’t go and check which chapters I got until today. Because I’m organized. And it turns out that Chapter 29, which I butchered myself a few weeks ago, was also a submission from the lovely and talented Angelya of Revive and Rejuvenate.

I think she did a far superior job so I’m going to post it here. In a few chapters, I’ll be able to double-post another entry as my last two competitors submitted the same chapter (though I may not due to various reasons, come to think of it).

Without further ado, enjoy:

Chapter 29

Mr. Collins’s triumph, in consequence of this invitation, was complete. The power of displaying the grandeur of his GM to his wondering visitors, and of letting them see her civility towards himself and his wife, was exactly what he had wished for; and that an opportunity of doing it should be given so soon, was such an instance of Lady Catherine’s condescension, as he knew not how to admire enough.

“I confess,” said he, “that I should not have been at all surprised by her ladyship’s asking us on Sunday to spend in the evening doing a few heroics with members of <Rosings>. I rather expected, from my knowledge of her affability, that it would happen. But who could have foreseen such an attention as this? Who could have imagined that we should receive an invitation to join <Rosings> in their 25-man raid on ICC (an invitation, moreover, including the whole party) so immediately after your arrival!”

“I am the less surprised at what has happened,” replied Sir William, “from that knowledge of what the manners of the great really are, which my situation in life has allowed me to acquire. About the server, such instances of elegant breeding are not uncommon.”

Scarcely anything was talked of the whole day or next morning but their visit to ICC. Mr. Collins was carefully instructing them in what they were to expect, that the sight of such bosses, so much trash, and so splendid the loot, might not wholly overpower them.

When the ladies were about to log off for the night, he said to Elizabeth—

“Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady Catherine is far from requiring the gearscore in us which becomes herself and her daughter. I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your gear is superior to the rest—there is no occasion for anything more. Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She likes to have the distinction of rank preserved.”

While they were waiting for invites to the raid group, he whispered them two or three times, to recommend their being prepared and to get themselves to the instance, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept waiting for her raids. Such formidable accounts of her ladyship, and her manner of raid leading, quite frightened Maria Lucas who had been little used to raiding in a group larger than 10, and she looked forward to her introduction to ICC-25 with as much apprehension as Sir William had done to his presentation to Sunwell Plateau back in the day.

As the raid group formed, they had a pleasant flight of about two minutes across from Dalaran. Every raid instance has its beauty and its prospects; and Elizabeth saw much to be pleased with, though she could not be in such raptures as Mr. Collins expected the scene to inspire, and was but slightly affected by his enumeration of the dark spires at the top of the Citadel, and his relation of what the repair bills had been like before the 10% buff had been introduced.

When they zoned into the instance, Maria’s alarm was every moment increasing, and even Sir William did not sound perfectly calm on vent. Elizabeth’s courage did not fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady Catherine that spoke her awful from any extraordinary tanking talents or miraculous dps numbers, and the mere stateliness of gold or gearscore she thought she could witness without trepidation.

From the entrance-hall, of which Mr. Collins pointed out, with a rapturous air, the fine proportion and the hanging icicles, they followed the rest of the raid through an ante-chamber, to where Lady Catherine, her daughter, and Mrs. Jenkinson were waiting. Her ladyship, with great condescension, told them the guild’s vent details; and as Mrs. Collins had settled it with her husband that the office of introduction should be hers, once they were all connected to vent introductions were performed in a proper manner, without any of those apologies and thanks which he would have thought necessary.

In spite of having been to Sunwell Plateau Sir William was so completely awed by the grandeur surrounding him, that he had but just courage enough to make a very low /bow, and take his place without saying a word; and his daughter, frightened almost out of her senses, stood behind him, not knowing which way to look. Elizabeth found herself quite equal to the scene, and could observe the three toons before her composedly. Lady Catherine was a tall, large Tauren Warrior, with strongly-marked fur, carrying a large axe that might be thought as handsome. Her air was not conciliating, nor was her manner of receiving them such as to make her visitors forget their inferior rank. She was not rendered formidable by silence; but whatever she said was spoken in so authoritative a tone, as marked her self-importance, and brought Mr. Wickham immediately to Elizabeth’s mind; and from the observation of the day altogether, she believed Lady Catherine to be exactly what he represented.

When, after inspecting Lady Catherine, in whose gear and enchants she soon found to be the most expensive available, she turned her eyes on the blood elf mage played by her daughter, she could almost have joined in Maria’s astonishment at her being so undergeared. There was neither in voice nor in gear any likeness between the ladies. Miss de Bourgh’s spec was PvP-centric; her gear, though epic, was from 5-mans; and she spoke very little, except in whispers, to Mrs. Jenkinson, in whose gear there was nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what she said.

After waiting a few minutes, they were all sent to Tankspot to watch the video of the first boss, Mr. Collins attending them to point out its tricky parts, and Lady Catherine kindly informing them that it was much easier since the buff had gone up to 10%.

The raid was exceedingly handsome, and there were all the bosses and all the articles of loot which Mr. Collins had promised; and, as he had likewise foretold, he took his place at the front of the raid, by her ladyship’s side, and looked as if he felt that life could furnish nothing greater. Lady Catherine tanked, and kept the mobs under control with delighted alacrity; and every pull was commended, first by Mr. Collins and then by Sir William, who was now enough recovered to echo whatever his son-in-law said, in a manner which Elizabeth wondered Lady Catherine could bear. But Lady Catherine seemed gratified by their excessive admiration, and gave most gracious thanks, especially when any mob broke free and she wrested it back under control, thereby saving the healers. The party did not supply much conversation. Elizabeth was ready to speak whenever there was an opening, but the vent conversation was dominated by Lady Catherine’s instructions. Miss de Bourgh said not a word all raid. Mrs. Jenkinson was chiefly employed in watching how little dps Miss de Bourgh did, pressing her to try some other spell rotation, and fearing she was suffering from bad latency. Maria thought speaking out of the question, and the gentlemen did nothing but fight and admire.

When the raiders returned to Dalaran, the gentlemen went off to do a random heroic, so for the ladies there was little to be done but to hear Lady Catherine talk, which she did without any intermission, delivering her opinion on every subject in so decisive a manner, as proved that she was not used to have her judgement controverted. She inquired into Charlotte’s use of addons familiarly and minutely, gave her a great deal of advice as to the management of them all; told her how everything ought to be arranged on so small a screen as hers, and instructed her as to the setup and use of Power Auras. Elizabeth found that nothing was beneath this great lady’s attention, which could furnish her with an occasion of dictating to others. In the intervals of her discourse with Mrs. Collins, she addressed a variety of questions to Maria and Elizabeth, but especially to the latter, of whose playing ability she knew the least, and who she observed to Mrs. Collins was a very focused, attentive kind of raider. She asked her, at different times, how many were in her guild, whether they had higher or lower gearscore than herself, whether any of them were likely to move to a hardcore guild, whether they were blood elves, had any of their accounts been hacked before, how many mounts her GM kept, and whether she had played during the Burning Crusade? Elizabeth felt all the impertinence of her questions but answered them very composedly. Lady Catherine then observed,

“Your guild bank is managed by Mr. Collins, is it not? For your sake,” turning to Charlotte, “I am glad of it; but otherwise I see no occasion for allowing bank management by the female guild members. It was not thought necessary in Sir Lewis de Bourgh’s guild. Do you also heal, Miss Bennet?”

“A little.”

“Oh! then—some time or other we shall be happy to have you heal for us. Our healing team is a capital one, probably superior to——You shall try it some day. Do many of your guildies also heal?”

“One of them does.”

“Why did not you all learn? You ought all to have learned. The Miss Webbs all heal, and their guild has not advanced so far in ICC as yours. Do you do jewelcrafting?”

“No, not at all.”

“What, none of you?”

“Not one.”

“That is very strange. But I suppose you had no opportunity. Your GM should have made you to do the daily every day for the benefit of practice.”

“My officers would have had no objection, but my GM hates dailies.”

“Who are your class officers?”

“We never had any class officers.”

“No class officers! How is that possible? 5/12 in ICC-10 and raiding without a class officer! I never heard of such a thing. Your other officers must have been quite slaves to your questions.”

Elizabeth could hardly help smiling as she assured her that had not been the case.

“Then, who paid for your gems? Who boosted you? Without a wealthy high-level benefactor, you must have been neglected.”

“Compared with some guilds, I believe we were; but such of us as wished to learn never wanted the means. We were always encouraged to sell things on the auction house, and had all the professions that were necessary. Those who chose to be idle, certainly might.”

“Aye, no doubt; but that is what a class officer will prevent, and if I had known your GM, I should have advised him most strenuously to engage one. I always say that damage meters cannot be topped without steady and regular instruction, and nobody but a class officer can give it. It is wonderful how many players I have helped by referring to my class officers. I am always glad to get a freshly dinged 80 well geared out. Four guildies of Mrs. Jenkinson are most delightfully situated through my means; and it was but the other day that I recommended another young person, who was merely accidentally mentioned to me, and the guild are quite delighted with her. Mrs. Collins, did I tell you of Lady Metcalf’s sending me a tell yesterday to thank me? She finds Miss Pope a treasure. ‘Lady Catherine,’ said she, ‘you have given me a treasure.’ Are any of your other guildies raiders, Miss Bennet?”

“Yes, ma’am, all.”

“All! What, all raiders at once? Very odd! And you only badge geared. The less geared ones raiding before the elder ones are geared up! Your other raiding guildies must have only just dinged 80?”

“Yes, our latest one dinged just last week. Perhaps she is full young to be much in a raid. But really, ma’am, I think it would be very hard upon new players, that they should not have their share of raiding and loot, because the elder may not have the means or inclination to raid early. The last-dinged has as good a right to a raid spot as the first. And to be kept benched on such a motive! I think it would not be very likely to promote a harmonious guild or delicacy of mind in its members.”

“Upon my word,” said her ladyship, “you give your opinion very decidedly for so green a raider. Pray, what is your gearscore?”

“With the number of times I have been to ICC now,” replied Elizabeth, smiling, “your ladyship can hardly expect me to own it.”

Lady Catherine seemed quite astonished at not receiving a direct answer; and Elizabeth suspected herself to be the first creature who had ever dared to trifle with so much dignified impertinence.

“You cannot have been there on 10-man more than three times, I am sure, therefore you need not conceal your gearscore.”

“I have barely five thousand.”

When the gentlemen had finished in Oculus and rejoined them, they all decided to form a group for VoA. Lady Catherine, Sir William, and Mr. and Mrs. Collins went through the portal; and as Miss de Bourgh also chose to join them in Wintergrasp, the two girls had the honour of assisting Mrs. Jenkinson to make up the party by asking in Trade. Their PUG ret pally was superlatively stupid. Scarcely a syllable was uttered that did not relate to the damage meters, except when Mrs. Jenkinson expressed her fears of Miss de Bourgh’s lacking a Kings buff. Lady Catherine was generally speaking—stating the mistakes of the three healers, or relating some anecdote of herself. Mr. Collins was employed in agreeing to everything her ladyship said, thanking her for every pull, and apologising if he pulled aggro. Sir William did not say much. He was storing his memory with how the noble raided.

When Lady Catherine and her daughter had played as long as they chose, the group was broken up, but not before the warrior loot was offered to Mrs. Collins, gratefully accepted and immediately enchanted. The party then gathered round in the north bank to hear Lady Catherine determine what raid the guild was to have on the morrow. Following these instructions they noticed the lateness of the hour; and with many speeches of thankfulness on Mr. Collins’s side and as many /bows on Sir William’s they logged off. As soon as she had shut down WoW, Elizabeth was called on skype by Maria Lucas to give her opinion of all that she had seen raiding with <Rosings>, which, for Charlotte’s sake, she made more favourable than it really was. But her commendation, though costing her some trouble, she knew could by no means satisfy Mr. Collins, and she was not looking forward to hearing him take her ladyship’s praise into his own hands tomorrow.

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Very brief PSA

When reading someone’s blog, you might want to recall that blogs are largely opinion pieces written by the person who owns them. Sometimes people state their opinions strongly. Just… maybe… add a mental “in my opinion” before things you read and when you disagree with what is being said maybe that will help to remind you that it’s not a personal attack.

Carry on.

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