Wait, what

I got an odd notion this weekend. One that involved At, Azzah (who was visiting) and me rolling rogues. The plan was to level to 10 and then start inflicting ourselves on PVP queues.

Since we were all pretty hard up for cash at the beginning but wanted our abilities, we all sold nearly every scrap of clothing we had and ran around, questing in our skins.

We had enough other things interrupt us that we only just managed to get to 10 and queued a few times. We won the first one and then proceeded to lose and die a whole lot. I normally hate PVP but the idea of getting closer to level cap for WSG and being able to gank rather than be ganked is just so darn attractive. We’re going to eventually level these three rogues only through PVP and the odd bit of exploration/had-to-kill-that-critter-for-my-gathering-skills XP.

It’s a fun to shake things up a bit, especially for me. Between not having a rogue, generally failing at melee and my deep-seated loathing for PVP, it’s a whole new way to play the game for me.

Oh, and being a troll is new for me as well. I think I might have been briefly possessed by the anti-Alas. There’s no other reason to explain why I thought this was a brilliant idea, especially since I wasn’t drinking when I came up with it.

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Where’s mah bukkit (list)?

There’s something about the twilight of an expansion that energizes me to spend more time doing things I meant to get to done sooner. It’s a little odd, because a lot of the things I mean to do aren’t dependent on the world being just as it is now. Cataclysm won’t make my goals impossible to achieve.

I think I like deadlines too much. Any timeline that puts pressure on me to perform – even if the pressure is based on a purely arbitrary event – has a way of galvanizing me to do things I might not otherwise do.

Unfortunately, this has resulted in not one and not two but three characters in their low- to mid-70’s that I would like to get to 80 before Cataclysm drops.

I’m so tired of Utgarde Keep and The Nexus, I just can’t even say.

But badgers! And xp! And fast queues!

Alasmuphys the warrior is 75 and I think I’ve gotten a better handle on warrior tanking recently. The baby huntard hit 73 last night (and logs on to shouts of “DINOTAM” from the peanut gallery) and the Horde-side priesty got to 75 in a rush in order to be able to participate in the retaking of the Echo Isles.

But did I mention I am sick of The Nexus and UK? Because I am. The only bright spot is that I at least get to play a different role depending on which character I’m on. I am feeling very confident that I will manage to have ten 80’s when Cataclysm drops.

As far as Alas goes, I have a more limited number of goals on her just now. More than anything, I want to see the LK down. We’re still having trouble with that transition, though we have some new ideas to try tonight. A big part of our problem is a gimped healer team. If we have enough main healers, we have no variety. If we have to grab an alt, we have more variety but… it’s an alt. It’s frustrating to say the least.

The rep grinds of great senselessness are ongoing, although I have a hard time getting into either the Ogri’la dailies or the Wintersaber Trainer dailies. Somehow the most senseless grind of all is almost done, with only Ratchet needing a bit of a boost up to exalted. I am only three reputations away from a full 40.

All in all, I am keeping busy and mostly having fun. Mostly. But a short break looking at the PTR and trying to decide whether to make the leap to fire spec after being arcane for this whole expansion does sound rather nice.

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Chapter 17 – P&P+WoW makes a comeback!

Hey everyone? Remember this? It’s been a long while since I’ve posted any chapters. Hope everyone enjoys this one!

Chapter 17

Elizabeth related to Jane the next day what had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself. Jane listened with astonishment and concern; she knew not how to believe that Mr. Darcy could be so unworthy of Mr. Bingley’s regard; and yet, it was not in her nature to question the veracity of a young man of such amiable appearance as Wickham. The possibility of his having endured such unkindness, was enough to interest all her tender feelings; and nothing remained therefore to be done, but to think well of them both, to defend the conduct of each, and throw into the account of accident or mistake whatever could not be otherwise explained.

“They have both,” said she, “been deceived, I dare say, in some way or other, of which we can form no idea. Interested people have perhaps misrepresented each to the other. It is, in short, impossible for us to conjecture the causes or circumstances which may have alienated them, without actual blame on either side.”

“Very true, indeed; and now, my dear Jane, what have you got to say on behalf of the interested people who have probably been concerned in the business? Do clear them too, or we shall be obliged to think ill of somebody.”

“Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion. My dearest Lizzy, do but consider in what a disgraceful light it places Mr. Darcy, to be treating his GM’s favourite in such a manner, one whom his GM had promised to provide for. It is impossible. No man of common humanity, no man who had any value for his character, could be capable of it. Can his most intimate friends be so excessively deceived in him? Oh! no.”

“I can much more easily believe Mr. Bingley’s being imposed on, than that Mr. Wickham should invent such a history of himself as he gave me last night; names, facts, everything mentioned without ceremony. If it be not so, let Mr. Darcy contradict it. Besides, there was truth in his looks.”

“It is difficult indeed—it is distressing. One does not know what to think.”

“I beg your pardon; one knows exactly what to think.”

But Jane could think with certainty on only one point—that Mr. Bingley, if he had been imposed on, would have much to suffer when the affair became public.

The two young ladies were summoned from their party channel in vent, where this conversation passed, by the arrival in another channel of vent of the very persons of whom they had been speaking; Mr. Bingley and his guildies came to give their personal invitation for the long-expected raid at ICC, which was fixed for the following Tuesday, after the weekly reset. The two dps were delighted to see Jane again, called it an age since they had met, and repeatedly asked what she had been doing with herself since their separation. To the rest of the guild they paid little attention; avoiding Mrs. Bennet as much as possible, saying not much to Elizabeth, and nothing at all to the others. They were soon gone again, logging out of vent with an activity which took Bingley by surprise, and hurrying off as if eager to escape from Mrs. Bennet’s civilities.

The prospect of the ICC raid was extremely agreeable to everyone of the guild. Mrs. Bennet chose to consider it as given in compliment to best healer, and was particularly flattered by receiving the invitation from Mr. Bingley himself, instead of a calendar invitation. Jane pictured to herself a happy evening in the society of her two friends, and the attentions of a tank who appreciated her; and Elizabeth thought with pleasure of comparing DPS output with Mr. Wickham, and of seeing a confirmation of everything in Mr. Darcy’s behavior. The happiness anticipated by Catherine and Lydia depended less on any single event, or any particular person, for though they each, like Elizabeth, meant to spend half the evening in tells with Mr. Wickham, he was by no means the only raider who could satisfy them, and a raid was, at any rate, a raid. And even Mary could assure her guild that she had no disinclination for it.

“While I can have my mornings to myself,” said she, “it is enough—I think it is no sacrifice to join occasionally in evening engagements. Society has claims on us all; and I profess myself one of those who consider intervals of raids and teamwork as desirable for everybody.”

Elizabeth’s spirits were so high on this occasion, that though she did not often speak unnecessarily to Mr. Collins, she could not help asking him whether he intended to accept Mr. Bingley’s invitation, and if he did, whether he would think it proper to join in the evening’s raid; and she was rather surprised to find that he entertained no scruple whatever on that head, and was very far from dreading a rebuke from Lady Catherine de Bourgh, by venturing to tank.

“I am by no means of the opinion, I assure you,” said he, “that a raid of this kind, given by a progression guild of character, to respectable people, can have any evil tendency; and I am so far from objecting to raiding myself, that I shall hope to be honoured with the company of all my friends in the course of the evening; and I take this opportunity of soliciting your heals, Miss Elizabeth, for the two first bosses especially, a preference which I trust Jane will attribute to the right cause, and not to any disrespect for her.”

Elizabeth felt herself completely taken in. She had fully proposed being engaged in dpsing the entire raid; and to have Mr. Collins instead think to have her healing! her liveliness had never been worse timed. There was no help for it, however. Mr. Wickham’s happiness and her own were perforce delayed a little longer, and Mr. Collins’s proposal accepted with as good a grace as she could. She was not the better pleased with his gallantry from the idea it suggested of something more. It now first struck her, that she was selected from among her guild as worthy of being a healer and of assisting to form a raid group at <Rosings>, in the absence of more eligible players. The idea soon reached to conviction, as she observed his increasing civilities toward herself, and heard his frequent attempt at a compliment on her gear and ability; and though more astonished than gratified herself by this effect of her charms, it was not long before Mrs. Bennett gave her to understand that the probability of her transferring was extremely agreeable to her. Elizabeth, however, did not choose to take the hint, being well aware that a serious dispute must be the consequence of any reply. Mr. Collins might never make the offer, and till he did, it was useless to quarrel about him.

If there had not been an ICC raid to prepare for and talk of, the younger DPS would have been in a very pitiable state at this time, for from the day of the invitation, to the day of the raid, there was such a succession of server maintenance as prevented their logging on once. No guild, no officers of the <Meryton Militia>, no news could be sought after—the very gear checks for ICC were got by wowarmory. Even Elizabeth might have found some trial of her patience in maintenance which totally suspended the improvement of her acquaintance with Mr. Wickham; and nothing less than a raid on Tuesday, could have made such a Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday endurable to anyone.

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Bite size buffet

Against my better judgment, I took DinoTam out with me to help do the little we’re allowed to participate in for the retaking of Gnomer.

It was all complaints about how we never go anywhere warm anymore right up until we reached the outskirts of the initial Gnomish base. I’ll leave it to your imaginations to guess the full extent of what happened then, but here is a picture:

I can also tell you that in the end it required the following to help deal with the, err, aftereffects:

I also need a lawyer. Apparently, I’m to be prosecuted for the acts of my pet, even though I was unconscious at the time (DinoTam turned quickly and his tail whipped into my midsection, throwing me against a tree and knocking my head on a rather stout branch.) So if anyone knows a good lawyer, that would be most helpful.

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The tragedy of “I will”

Last night, At and I took a break from WoW to watch a movie instead. We’ve had a few pile up on us lately and had been putting them off long enough that it was getting ridiculous. Part of the reason for deferring them was that neither of us were sure we wanted to watch either of the ones that ended up at the top of our queue. So on Sunday we watched Slumdog Millionaire – which I still don’t understand the buzz over – and last night we watched most of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

That’s a really long movie. And it has Brad Pitt. Yuck.

Still, despite it having the Pitt in it, I was intrigued enough to keep watching it past the 20 minute mark – that’s how long any movie has to grab my attention before I turn it off if it’s not entertaining me in any discernible fashion.

There’s this bit when he is in Russia, getting to know the character played by Tilda Swinton and she tells him how she tried to swim the English channel, only to give up after an ungodly number of hours, about two miles from shore. I’m totally paraphrasing here, but she ended the story with something like, “Everyone asked me if I would try again and I said, ‘Why wouldn’t I?’ But I never did. I’ve been waiting my whole life, thinking I would do something, but I never have.”

That resonated with me, because so often lately, I’ve found myself in the same place of waiting, thinking I will do something, and then never doing it. I’m full of excuses for why I am not currently doing the things I wish to be doing, too.

I will finish up my university studies – just not here at an engineering school with weak History and English departments.

I will lose some weight – just not when it’s so unbearably hot and humid/frakkin’ cold outside. Buy a gym membership? No – perhaps I’ll just wait until I live somewhere nice and can go hiking every weekend. I’ll totally go hiking every weekend. And not work a desk job, because that’s what killing me here.

I will write this novel knocking around in my head and I will try to get it published – just not right now because I’m so stressed out by my job that when I get home all I want to do is not think for a few hours. Time just keeps getting away from me. I intend to write. No really.

It’s pathetic and I don’t like it. I’m ashamed to confess it because now I sound like such an abject loser. A fat abject loser.

Later on in the movie, Pitt’s character sees Swinton’s character on television. At the age of 68, she has at last swum the English Channel. I suppose we’re meant to feel heartened by that –  to take away the message that you are never too old to follow your dreams.  And while that’s true, I frankly don’t want to live most or all of my life feeling unfulfilled.

I suppose that I’ve known all along that a person has to make the best of their current situation – to not let the fact that they’re not in an ideal place or at an ideal time in their lives keep them from living life in such a way that they are actively pursuing their goals and dreams. Knew it, but didn’t really internalize it.

I told At last night that I was tired of saying “I will” and then not doing anything that wasn’t totally halfhearted. I’m trying to erase all the “I will’s” and “I am going to’s” from my way of thinking. WoW will probably take more of a backseat to everything else in the coming weeks, and it’s a change I welcome. The guild will survive without my being there nearly every night.

And I will survive better, away from this half-life of incompletion.

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As might have been mentioned around here more than once or twice, I’m pretty lame. Lately, I’ve been daydreaming about which abilities I would most like to have in real life. I’ve pretty much got it narrowed down to the one I would most like – but then there are the few I’d just really like to have. So here are my top three:

3. Polymorph – I’m sorry, but it would just never get old to turn people into various animals. Cut me off in line at the grocery store? You’re a sheep. Being ignorant about something? You’re a pig. Irritate me by stealing all the covers again? Have some fur, At. And feel free to curl up on my feet while you’re at it.

People would think I loved animals, I would be surrounded by so many.  Of course, anyone asking me about my deep love of animals would be turned into a turtle forthwith. Seriously, leave me alone imaginary people.

2. Purify – I have at least the one altruistic bone in my body. But seriously, how awesome would it be to be able to heal people of their diseases? I don’t think I even need to expound on this one, because it’s so obviously awesome.

And the number one ability I wish I could have (please note the extreme selfishness of not putting purify in at number one):

1. Teleport – Forget making measly 5g tips in game, the idea of being able to make portals from stupid real life locations (like the Midwest, rawr) to much more awesome real life locations (Hawaii anyone?), is indeed a life-changing one. For one, I would quit my job of desk-work drudgery and take to a life of advertising instant travel to anyone who could afford the fee. Whenever I got tired of people (so about every 2 hours), I would simply pick a location and go.

And I could still do good things with this power! The next time someone got trapped in a mine, I could theoretically get down there and save them. Of course, I would have to overcome that pesky claustrophobia….

Just at the moment, if I could, I would press the publish button on this entry and take myself off to the Wasatch Mountains. Or maybe Capitol Reef, atop the Cassidy Arch….

My daydreams have taken a new direction.

Which power(s) from WoW would you take if you could?

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Updates from DinoTam

It’s been a while since there’s been any mention of that attention whoring dinosaur around here. It’s been nice. But I know that everyone out there who doesn’t have to actually put up with Tamarind the Nearly Completely Useless quite likes him, so here’s an update.

Firstly, I have unearthed the reason why DinoTam is always talking about lotions and moisturizers! Go look!

He had to resort to using the code phrase, I suppose. There is duress involved I tell you. Duress!

And now for something completely different.

A story of how DinoTam is unbearable

As I am sure everyone is aware, the retaking of Gnomer has at last begun. This event has managed to send my emo little moderately sized pet into a downward spiral. My days are filled with vociferous complaints that go along these lines:

DinoTam: Let’s go ea- I mean help the gnomes. They need to reclaim their homelands!

Esyllt: I’m afraid we can’t help.

DinoTam: Can’t? Don’t you mean you don’t wish to? I know you think gnomes are creepy.

Esyllt: Well they are. But seriously, we can’t.

DinoTam (in full pout): You never want to do things I want to do!

Esyllt: I could say the same of you.

DinoTam: (stomps off to pout)


DinoTam: (returns) I’ve been considering this Gnomer thing.

Esyllt: Yes?

DinoTam: We should go. It would be delic- I mean, it would be the right thing to do.

Esyllt: (sighing) Look, I want to go help out. But King Mekkawotsisname is only taking volunteers that are more seasoned that I am.

DinoTam: You need more salt?

Esyllt: No. I mean he wants people with more fighting experience under their belts.

DinoTam: Well, I can see where he might consider you to be useless since you never do any of the work. But he’ll accept my services, surely. I mean, just look at me! (preens) I’m a veritable paragon of fighting strength and ability.

Esyllt: Oh, come off it. You just want to eat the gnomes anyhow. I’m not taking you down there.

DinoTam: (whines) But, they look so delicious! And there are so many of them, all in colorful shells.

Esyllt: You know what? Go to your room. I’m taking Spanked with me next time I go out.

DinoTam: (Dissolves into a rage and then tears)


Oh yeah, it’s all I hear about. Gnomes are delicious! Why can’t I go eat them? I’m thinking of tranqing him until this whole gnomes-finally-get-their-act-together business is all over.

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Raid Leading 101

Let me preface this one with a few things.

I don’t claim to be the best raid leader that ever lived or breathed. As with my raiding posts, this is for people who have never herded cats led a raid before and are just some general ideas on how to deal with it all and some idea of what “it all’ even is.

Getting started

So you think you want to lead a raid. The first thing you have to know is that raid leading is not glamorous, much like being an officer/GM is not glamorous. It’s work, and the difficulty of it will be directly affected by your organizational/leadership skills and the ability of your raiders to pay attention for more than two seconds at a time.

The very first thing I would suggest doing to see whether raid leading is something you really want to do is to lead a raid for either the For the Horde or For the Alliance achievements. You won’t need to pay special attention to having a certain number of tanks or healers (although you will want to have both) or achieving a good mix of melee and ranged dps and you’ll have an entire herd of cats to lead – many of them won’t be in your guild either, so you’ll get to experience all the joys of trying to direct people who have no motive to listen to you other than that you could kick them out of the raid if you were so inclined.

Having led a raid for this achievement two or three times, let me tell you up front that it is hellish from the leader’s perspective. You’ll have the people who want to charge ahead because “gogogo nownownow” is how they play. You’ll have the warlocks who will bitch about being asked to summon missing members in. You’ll have the Guy Who Knows Everything constantly trying to change your game plan, whether my arguing against everything you say or flat out countermanding you. The sheep people who will follow any command given will invariably do whatever the Guy Who Knows Everything says. Getting everyone into Vent, let alone the same zone to assault the same capitol, requires a mix of abusing raid warnings, yelling at people, having some faithful assistants to help you yell at people, and a liberal use of marking the few sensible people along for the trip with raid target icons and drilling it over and over into everyone’s heads to “FOLLOW THE GODDAMN STAR.”

You may also want to self-medicate with whatever drink it is that keeps you happy. I like wine.

Once you actually down a faction leader, you then have to deal with getting a mage to put up the appropriate portal to the next location and collecting the dead and starting everything all over. Only now the other faction knows you’re headed somewhere and will be able to come out in force to stop you.

Sounds fun, right?

Assembling the team

Hopefully, if you’re running a guild raid, you know your fellow guild mates well enough to know what they do, whether they have an off spec and how well they perform. If you don’t, then you need to step back and do some more research. Run heroics; see how they do. I never tell someone in my guild when I’ve maneuvered them into a heroic with me so I can watch them. It would put them on edge and leave me wondering whether this was how they always performed.

I’m going to assume that you’re using the in-game calendar to invite people to this raid. When you’re looking at who has signed up and getting ready to confirm those who are going, break it up into pieces. No matter what role you’re looking at, you’ll want to try to get a good mix of classes. For example, you don’t want your entire healing team to be all paladins. I always start with tanks, because you need the least of those. Then I move onto healers. Any extras I have of either are likely to end up on standby, unless I know they have a good off spec. Lastly, I look at DPS.

When assembling a raid team, it is handy to know what boss encounters you’re looking at attempting for the night. Will you be facing Lady Deathwhisper? You’re going to want a good mix of physical and magic damage for those adds. Will  you be on the Lich King? You’re going to want a disc priest for bubbling goodness. Facing Rotface? Get a tank who can kite.

And most of all, take the team that is most likely to guarantee you success. If your best friend or your significant other plays, but is a new 80 or has never raided before or just plain sucks at raiding, don’t play favorites and take them. Being a good raid leader requires the ability to be objective.

Setting expectations

Once you have your team assembled, you’ll want to be sure to set expectations for the raid. This can include any mix of the following and probably more things I am not thinking of:

  • Overall raid goals
    • We’re here to have a good time and if we get loot, great
    • We’re here to kill the heck out of some bosses and progression is all that matters
  • Appropriate use of Vent
    • No one should say anything in Vent unless I ask a direct question
    • Feel free to tell stories of your cute kid if we’re killing trash, but keep it focused for bosses
    • Please, regale us with the same tired “I got boned by a dude!” jokes on Marrowgar
  • How long this will go
    • We’ll get down however many bosses we get done. And quit whenever we quit
    • We’re getting through eight bosses even if it kills us!
    • We’ll be here for three hours
  • Loots
    • Open roll, who cares about main or off spec
    • You can win one/more than one piece of gear
    • We’re using [insert loot system here]
  • Other people to listen to
    • I will give all the assignments
    • We will have a lead for each role
    • So-and-so is my second in command

Dealing with specific types of people

We’ve identified a few of the types of people you’ll inevitably have to deal with in a raid situation. Assuming that first exercise didn’t break your spirit, how do you take that mass of 9 or 24 other people and forge them into a team that works together? A lot of it will come from clearly setting your expectations. The rest will come from enforcing those expectations. The worst thing to do is to have rules/guidelines/expectations/whatever and then sit by as they are violated.

I like to start out politely. Send a tell to the Guy Who Knows Everything and ask him to please not talk over you/argue with you/countermand you. Explain that you are in charge of the raid and he is confusing other people. Warn him if he doesn’t stop trying to take over, you will either mute him globally over vent or replace him. If he gets belligerent about it, just remove him. He’s not worth it.

The “gogogo” fellow is best dealt with through similar methods. You might need to explain pauses every now and again (“We’re just waiting for the healers to get their mana back up and then we’ll go). If they’re less verbal and more action-based, let them “gogogo.” When he dies because you don’t lift a hand to save him, you can calmly explain that he needs to wait for everyone to be ready.

As to the sheep, these can be a liability or an asset. One the plus side, they will only listen to you if you can have firm enough control of the rest of the raid to keep anyone else from giving orders you haven’t asked them to give. On the negative side, this type will often not do anything unless specifically ordered to – and I have seen that include not getting out of the bad or not switching targets. Honestly, your best bet is to not ever include the type who need to be told what to do every step of the way. You can’t have eyes on yourself and another person all the time and a good raider requires more awareness than that anyway.

Overall Tone

As I have mentioned before, I once had the opportunity to spend a few months raiding with the top raiding guild on my server. It was an experience. The raid leader pretty much started out yelling and swearing over everything and didn’t quit until the last piece of loot had been distributed. The raiders from his guild did their jobs fine, but he abused them anyway. The raiders from my guild were new to the fights and didn’t perform as well. The yelling and swearing unnerved them, angered them, and even hurt them. It didn’t do anything for most of them, although there were a few who were able to roll with it. For myself, I grew up in an environment where yelling and swearing happened on a regular basis, so to me, that was normal – or at least familiar. It didn’t bother me much, even when I was taking the brunt of it for a bad pull on HKM.

When I run a raid, I like to start with politeness first. In this, I might be too forgiving of some of the more egregious mistakes that happen. However, when I do decide to call someone to task or make a broader statement about needing to focus, I tend to see my raiders shape up in a hurry. Just last week, wiping on the Lich King to some truly stupid mistakes, I casually mentioned that if I didn’t see improvements in focus I was going to start replacing people.

Good communication and staying on task magically increased from there.

From all I have observed, the raid leader who starts off as a jerk or who is constantly making sharp and rude statements tends to get ignored. I know I don’t respect that style of leadership myself. And most people won’t. I’ve run into a few who believe that one has to be tough or a prick to be in a raid that will progress. “Care bears,” I was told, “won’t ever get anywhere.”

I disagree. It’s true that less skilled players tend to gravitate to a place where they won’t get yelled at for being unskilled, but there are plenty of skilled people out there who don’t want to play in a hostile environment either.

I don’t know if you can teach this

To me, a major part of being a good raid leader is being able to keep track of everything going on. Hopefully it’s obvious that you’ll need to know the mechanics to every boss fight you encounter and be able to explain them well enough to anyone who has questions about them. It’s okay if you’re not 100% on this, too. I often defer questions from a new tank to be answered by the veteran tank. Since Zel came on board, I defer all healing assignments and aspects to her. I don’t bother much with memorizing the name of everything that happens, but just give a general idea of what to watch for – “You’ll have green crap on your feet and you’ll need to run to the edge of the room and keep running until it falls off.” People will remember “green crap” better than they will “Fel whatsitfire” that could be confused by “Fel this” or “Fel that” since boss abilities can often have similar names.

A boss mod is a great asset to a raid leader, as well. Make sure you’re practiced at being able to quickly assimilate the information you’re getting and translate that into action, whether it’s for yourself or for the rest of the raid. It’s true that any good raider will be able to do this for themselves, but sometimes you just end up with someone who is a Sheep (or semi-Sheep) and can barely keep track of their own two feet, let alone the fact that said two feet are needing to move now! In that direction! In such cases, it’s better to get someone else moving in the right direction than it is to risk a wipe to prove a point. If you’re looking to be hardcore for progression, again, just remove and then don’t reinvite that person because they are slow to change, if not downright resistant to it.

Ask me how I know. We’re pretty casual overall, so I tend to put up with a lot of this shit.

And to recap

  • Bottom line – if you can’t keep track of yourself, let alone other people, you shouldn’t be a raid leader.
  • If you can’t communicate effectively under pressure, you shouldn’t be a raid leader.
  • If you can’t organize your way out of a wet paper sack with a flamethrower and a hand grenade, you shouldn’t be a raid leader.
  • If you’re not willing to be forceful at times – and if you can’t tell when it’s appropriate or not – you shouldn’t be a raid leader.
  • If you can’t remember and convey the details of a fight you’ve done several times, you shouldn’t be a raid leader.
  • If you think being a raid leader is all about you and people listening to you because you are a special star, oh God, you should be shot.
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One more really boring one for the road

Q. How do you automagically double the number of comments you have on your blog in less than a minute?

A. Export/import all your comments, killing ID in between

Intense Debate is dead and it can stay that way. I had to go through and manually delete all the duplicates. Threading on older posts is borked. I might have missed some duplicates in the process…


I think I’m done cursing at comments for a while. I sure hope so.

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Love of meters is the root of all evil

I would like to try an experiment. I would like to see how a raid goes if no one were allowed to run Recount or Skada during any of the fights. After a great deal of thought and observation, I have been able to trace most raid failures back to raiders – and particularly DPS – being overly concerned about their meters.

Which is stupid.

But let’s count the ways, shall we?

  1. Most famously: standing in the bad. Hey, it’s super hard to pay attention to your feet when your eyes are locked with a lover’s intensity on those meters.
  2. Failing to switch targets when they’re supposed to. Hey, it’s super hard to care about the life of your healer when you are so close to taking the top spot on those meters.
  3. Causing bad things to happen in the middle of your raid group, like chaining Ice Tombs. What? You want me to stop DPS and move? Are you fucking mad?
  4. AoEing when a single target needs to be burned. But there are lots of them! I should hit them all! It doesn’t matter to me that one of them will explode if not killed in a timely fashion near the end of their life. I’m on the top of the meters and the healers just need more to do! So they can top their meters because that’s all that matters!

And then there are the healers.

  • I just had to snipe heals from the other healers. So even though I’m a tank healer, my tank died because I ran oom, trying to beat that rotten tree over there to the punch on the rest of the raid. It’s okay though, because I’m at the top of the meters and I look great.

Yup, down with meters! I’ll let you know how it goes.

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