wtb better offhand, pst

I finally got an epic cloth helm this weekend, off of the Omnomnom loot pinata. I don’t care what anyone else named Gnoble thinks, I like the helm and will display it proudly. I mean, look at me! I look all fierce and murderous and jerky!

But then you get a glimpse of my other side and it is like: WOAH. What in the fuck is this happy-go-lucky hippy Draenei shit? What did I do? Look for the lantern most like a Naaru and decide that it was the pretty, golden touch my outfit needed to properly set off all the other menacing and lethal accents? Or did I think to myself, boy if this death-head mask doesn’t frighten off the big baddies, I bet this soft, sparkling light will put the fear of God into them? I think not. 

I need a new offhand, yo.


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Kiss My Alack?

I was going to make a post today about how we now have three raiding mages and how the competition for cloth gear is getting just a little too fierce for me to want any part of it. These things are not entirely untrue. We do have three raiding mages and two priesty healers, so non-specific caster gear is difficult to win.

I was going to segue that into a post about how much I am enjoying my little rogue and how quickly the leveling is going and what a kick I am getting out of sneaking and thieving and taking cheap shots at NPC’s in the world and those filthy horde in the battlegrounds.

I was then going to tell everyone that I had decided to make Alaçk my new raiding main, just as soon as I could get her leveled and geared enough to do so.

But when I logged onto her to play today, I realized just how easily it could become the truth and not just a lame April 1st joke.

It seems to me that playing a rogue would finally earn me that reputation as a jerk that I’ve been chasing for so long. My posts would be less about overcooked mutton and more about the way I journey through a field of NPC’s picking pockets as I go. Picking pockets and then not killing the mobs. Bad form, I know. Or the way I kick puppies any time they look like they’re going to breathe fire on me. There would be hilarious stories from all the times I would trick onto some of those cloth-wearing fools who unwittingly made me feel pushed out of my spot on Alas.

Sure, Kiss My Alack doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, but as long as I get to deal in damage and death, I don’t really care what anyone else thinks.

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The interconnectedness of all things

My feet hurt. I suspect it’s because I don’t have much need to dress up these days, boots and all – and let’s face it, if no one makes me dress up for work or weddings I am just not going to do so. I’m a more casual sort of person and comfort trumps fashion every day.

But I make sacrifices when I need to and this week it was my feet. Fortunately, I married a man who is probably one of the sweetest on the planet and I was, therefore, the blissful recipient of a foot massage the other night before going to sleep.

Except, At doesn’t give no stinkin’ comfort massages. We’ve both had too much benefit from acupressure massage therapy (and/or reflexology) over the years to see much benefit in comfort massage.

The thing that has always fascinated me about the way acupressure works is how disconnected things can seem. When I first went to see a therapist for my back pain, it was something of a surprise that most of that session was spent with the therapist working on my feet or my legs. He might have even stuck a finger in my ear. My lower back, the part of me that I recognized to be in pain, was not touched once. But it was pain free once I stood up from the table.

Overall, the seeming disconnectedness between pain point and pressure point has never failed to make me scratch my head a bit and wonder how on earth anyone figured it out in the first place. Neck pain? Yeah, there’s a point near your big toe. Shoulder hurts from mousing? The webbed part of your hand has several areas. Cramps? There’s a point on your calf and another on the top of your foot that’ll relieve that in mere minutes.

It can be tremendously painful to undergo this, even knowing how to breathe and how to focus on every other part of your body that just tensed up in reaction to the pain felt at the pressure point. But in the long run, you’re trading hours of potential pain for several minutes of focused pain. I think it’s well worth it.

And just what the hell does this wall of text about acupressure as experienced by Alas have to do with anything? It’s oddly related, but that’s sort of the point of this post.

A real life pain point

Not all that long ago, I was sitting on a train heading downtown and nervously tweeting about this job interview thing I had to go to. I was in a state. Not just your normal pre-interview jitters sort of state, but one more closely related to a full-fledged panic attack. My imagination had completely run away with me to the point where I felt like I was headed to my own execution. I was certain I was going to throw up somewhere.

Self, I thought, you are an unmitigated disaster.

And a real life pressure point

In an unrelated turn of events, I soon after ended up pretty centrally located respective to the last round of Blogger Drama.

At the time, it was so fucking painful that I was at a loss as to how to react. The best I thought I could do was to put my chin up and soldier on. So I did. But I was losing sleep and reeling from the shattered perspectives left in the wake of the angry words being hurled around.

And, y’know, I survived it intact. There are a few people out there who clearly do not like me, and I’m not so fragile that the knowledge has destroyed me. I am indeed sad that the tentative and tenuous friendships I did lose are lost, but that pain has receded and as it turns out, I gained something so very valuable through the whole experience:


It’s been gradual and I suspect other people might not see the connection the same way I do. But the person who tweeted about her firm belief that she was going to toss her cookies on a train on her way to an interview for which she’d had ample time to prepare for, and the person who found out Tuesday afternoon that she would have an interview Wednesday morning and who managed to be relatively unfazed by it at all are not the same person.

I’ve spent the last many years letting myself be intimidated by other people and by new situations. The last time I really relaxed for an interview was probably a decade ago before I’d ever had more than one or two. Now I’m blithely skipping from temp job to interview and back again and actually managing to remain poised throughout these situations which would have caused me a great deal of stress barely a few months ago.

Facing dragons

Through blogging, I’ve faced a fear that has been with me my whole life: Oh noes! What if people don’t like me? What if I am rejected? What if I am scorned?

Well, so what? Sure, it’s no picnic. But everyone in life will have someone who doesn’t think they hung the moon and stars. Probably several someones. I think the temporary pain of having someone do or say something hurtful is much better than allowing insecurity to rule one’s life.

And I am not perfectly comfortable and at ease in all situations and with all people now. Even writing this up, I am mentally cringing at the thought of posting it, because what if people think I’m a super lame lamewad?

Well, if anyone does, they’re more than likely right. So I guess I’ll keep focusing on taking the temporary pain because who knows what might improve at the other end of it.

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How to lose your mind in three easy steps

  1. Be unemployed for about 3 months, driving you to points of desperation because, really, any job will do as long as they pay you and it isn’t illegal.
  2. Get a job temping for some place that wants to set you up on four machines that are supersonic…. for when they were new about a million years ago.
  3. Spend all day wrestling with said machines and free trial software (because that’s a brilliant idea), attempting to simultaneously update to a new version and save as a new file type while listening to a sales team hustle people over the phone.

No real content today or perhaps even tomorrow, though I am hoping to end my torture today. The above would be why. I do have ideas lurking in the murky waters of my troubled mind, but as I have to get out the door soon to battle traffic, it must all wait until another day. Hopefully one where I am more coherent.

I am so sometimes coherent.

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Thanks for all the fish!

Last night was the fishing extravaganza. At the outset, I was nervous as hell, mostly because I was worried the format wouldn’t work out very well, or that the questions would be either too easy or too hard or that only five people would actually show up. Worse yet, what if dozens of people showed up and hated it?

Things started off slightly south. As in At and I were late because it’s really hard to cook burgers on a grill that needs more gas.

But we logged on, made our apologies and then waited a bit as other people trickled in a few at a time. Vent gave some people some issues over the course of the night, but I feel it was mostly smooth sailing from there.

The short version of the night’s event was that the trivia lasted from somewhere around 4,500 fish, all the way up to a bit over 9,000. And so many people were so kind, that they stuck around and chatted and fished up the last several hundred, netting Eff the Ineffable the achievement.

Without further ado, I would like to thank everyone who came and helped. (Forgive me if I miss anyone. There were a lot of you and not everyone was active in the trivia portion.) In no particular order, thanks to:

And any other guildies who might have been fishing unbeknown to me as well as anyone else I missed just because you stayed pretty quiet. I don’t mean to insult anyone by leaving their name out, so let me know if I missed you and I’ll fix it.

Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

And again, if anyone out there wants my trivia boards, just let me know and I’ll email it to you. For now, I am off to my first day of work.



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Link love and fishin’ reminders

It’s been a little – okay, a long while since I have shared any sort of link love. We’ll try to rectify that a bit today.

From The Big Bear Butt Blogger, we have Supersonic and Lightspeed, a post that gives some tips on writing. I’ve personally been trying to apply them more to my fiction writing than my blog writing, but it’s just good advice in general for anyone wanting to write anything. (Lady Catherine moment: “I could have written the great British novel had I ever taken the trouble to sit and write.”)

From Petaholics Anonymous comes a post about community and how easy it is to find oneself on the outside of something that everyone else seems to assume has no borders. It was very thought-provoking for me.

Lastly, please welcome a new blogger who just so happens to hang out with the Effers. He has a ridiculously awesome header and a fantastic first post. In my opinion, that one is usually the most difficult to make engaging, but Beerbelly does it.

Reminder regarding fishing

Before I wander off to gripe more about the pathetic drop rate of Volatile Earth, I wanted to remind everyone that the Fishing Extravaganza is this Sunday, the 27th. We’ll be starting at 6:00pm, PST. If you haven’t done so yet, please consider rolling an alt (I suggest a DK) on Azuremyst – US, Alliance side. Anyone in Eff the Ineffable should be able to supply a guild invite, provided they’re not a warlock sitting in the Charlie Sheen rank.

As a reminder, there will be a Jeopardy-style contest held in our Vent to test your knowledge of WoW. Contestants must be in the guild and fishing from pools to participate. There shall be gold awarded for correct replies and, for one person, their choice of any mini-pet from the Blizzard store (excluding plushies, sorry guys!).

Hope to see you there!

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Ramblings of a rabid altoholic

With quite a bit of free time on my hands during the day, I’ve been alting around rather a lot. Alas 2.0 is now level 55 and – despite the changes to old Azeroth, I still don’t much care for the levels that come between 50-60.

And I’m dreading seeing Hellfire once again. Maybe I’ll just keep the hat I’m wearing now and and avoid seeing it at all.

Justice is blind. So is this space goat who will set you on fire.

Being a mage has slightly improved since the last time I complained about it. I have more AoE now and have finally managed to stop making sweet love to the bottom of the Recount meter in my dungeon pugs. Still, I am looking forward to being 60 and rounding a few more core abilities. And flying. God, you get to flap around EK and Kal on 10 characters and it suddenly becomes onerous to travel on foot.

When I’m not setting things on fire and keeping a wary out for anything that might gank me, I am spending time on my Worgen rogue, Alack, keeping a wary eye out for anything that might gank me.

These eyes, they are wary

This is silly as Alack is on my home server and pee vee pee is just not done there. Several days of being rather jumpy on Alas 2.0 seems to have convinced me that I am always in mortal danger if I am on a lowbie.

All in all, I am really enjoying the rogue for a variety of reasons. Since I am finally solo-questing, I can sap and pickpocket as much as I like. And I do like very much. Before, I was always with At and he would never give me the chance to sneak around at all before he started killing everything in sight. Hunters and paladins are so annoying that way.

Being decked out in heirlooms and ridiculously efficient at killing things, the leveling is going rather quickly.

I don’t care for Running Wild, I have to say. It’s awkward as hell and the way her weapons bounce around in the animation make me wince with my imaginings of the bruises that would get left behind from that sort of activity. It’s a litany in my head whenever I see it: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Sometimes I stick her in her human form and ride around on a sparkle pony just so I don’t have to think about it.

I just hate thinking. Don’t you?

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Massive overhaul was massive

Oh hai, everyone.

This post is mostly to let everyone know that I put in a grueling several hours of pestering Zel and have come out the other side with an updated look for this site. Some favors I would ask of you:

Please poke around and let me know if anything makes you want to throw up because of something to do with the style. If my words make you want to throw up, that’s another kettle of fish.

Please check my sidebar as I have done a major overhaul of my blogroll. If I am missing you or you don’t like where you ended up, let me know. I’ll take all requests under advisement. (The blogroll should stay better updated in the future as well. Because of Ano’s internet magics.)

For anyone who is curious, I settled with WordPress Weaver as my theme. It’s very customizable and so easy even I could mostly figure it out on my own. I also got some odds and ends sorted out, so people should be able to subscribe to comments and that sort of thing now.

Like I said, let me know if anything looks wrong.


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We do not suffer by accident

Chapter 25

After a week spent in changing  and power leveling professions and scheming what goods might make the server transfer, Mr. Collins was called from his amiable Charlotte by the arrival of Saturday. The pain of separation, however, might be alleviated on his side, by preparations for the reception of his healer; as he had reason to hope, that shortly after his return into his server, the day would be fixed that was to make him the happiest of tanks. He took leave of <Longbourn> with as much solemnity as before; wished them all health and epics again, and promised their GM another letter of thanks.

On the following Monday, Mrs. Bennet had the pleasure of receiving her brother and his wife, who had alts on the server and who visited from time to time. Mr. Gardiner was a sensible, gentlemanlike man, greatly superior to his sister, as well by nature as education. Caroline would have had difficulty in believing that a man who lived by trade, and never away from the AH, could have been so well-bred and agreeable. Mrs. Gardiner, who was several years younger than Mrs. Bennet and Mrs. Phillips, was an amiable, intelligent, elegant woman, and a great favourite with <Longbourn>. Between Jane and Elizabeth and herself especially, there subsisted a particular regard. They had frequently been playing on their alts on her server.

The first part of Mrs. Gardiner’s business on her arrival was to distribute her presents and describe the newest patch notes for tailoring. When this was done she had a less active part to play. It became her turn to listen. Mrs. Bennet had many grievances to relate, and much to complain of. They had all been very ill-used since she last saw her sister. Two of them had been upon the point of getting into serious raiding guilds, and after all there was nothing in it.

“I do not blame Jane,” she continued, “for Jane would have got Mr. Bingley’s guild if she could. But Lizzy! Oh, sister! It is very hard to think that she might have been Mr. Collins’s healer by this time, had it not been for her own perverseness. He made her an offer and she refused him. The consequence of it is, that Lady Lucas will have a healer raiding seriously before I have, and that the <Longbourn> guild is just as much entailed as ever. The Lucases are very artful people indeed, sister. They are all for what they can get. I am sorry to say it of them, but so it is. It makes me very nervous and poorly, to be thwarted so in my own guild, and to have persons on the server who think of themselves before anybody else. However, your coming just at this time is the greatest of comforts, and I am very glad to hear what you tell us, of the mats that will be needed for the new epic boots.”

Mrs. Gardiner, to whom the chief of this news had been given before, in the course of Jane and Elizabeth’s correspondence with her, made her sister a slight answer, and, in compassion to them, turned the conversation.

When alone with Elizabeth afterwards, she spoke more on the subject. “It seems likely to have been a desirable match for Jane,” said she. “I am sorry it went off. But these things happen so often! A geared tank, such as you describe Mr. Bingley, so easily falls in with a good healer for a few weeks, and when accident separates them, so easily forgets her, that these sort of inconsistencies are very frequent.”

“An excellent consolation in its way,” said Elizabeth, “but it will not do for us. We do not suffer by accident. It does not often happen that the interference of friends will persuade a tank of independent means to think no more of a healer whom he was desperately in need of only a few days before.”

“But that expression of ‘desperately in need of’ is so hackneyed, so doubtful, so indefinite, that it gives me very little idea. It is as often applied to feelings which arise from a half-hour’s acquaintance, as to a real, strong attachment. Pray, how desperate was Mr. Bingley’s need?”

“I never saw a more promising inclination; he was growing quite inattentive to other people, and wholly engrossed by her. Every time they met, it was more decided and remarkable. At his own raid he offended all of the healers, by insisting that Jane should get every healing item that dropped; and I spoke to him twice myself, without receiving an answer. Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of need?”

“Oh, yes!—of that kind of need which I suppose him to have felt. Poor Jane! I am sorry for her, because, with her disposition, she may not get over it immediately. It had better have happened to you, Lizzy; you would have laughed yourself out of it sooner. But do you think she would be prevailed upon to go back with us? Change of scene might be of service—and perhaps a little relief from <Longbourn> may be as useful as anything.”

Elizabeth was exceedingly pleased with this proposal, and felt persuaded of her Jane’s ready acquiescence.

“I hope,” added Mrs. Gardiner, “that no consideration with regard to this tank will influence her. We are in so different a sort of guild, all our connections are so different, and, as you well know, we raid so little, that it is very improbable that they should meet at all, unless he really comes to see her.”

“And that is quite impossible; for he is now in the custody of his friend, and Mr. Darcy would no more suffer him to call on Jane! My dear, how could you think of it? Mr. Darcy may perhaps have heard of such a guild as <Gracechurch Street>, but he would hardly think deleting all his gear enough to cleanse him from its impurities, were he once to associate with it; and depend upon it, Mr. Bingley never stirs without him.”

“So much the better. I hope they will not meet at all. But does not Jane correspond with Caroline? She will not be able to help calling.”

“She will drop the acquaintance entirely.”

But in spite of the certainty in which Elizabeth affected to place this point, as well as the still more interesting one of Bingley’s being withheld from seeing Jane, she felt a solicitude on the subject which convinced her, on examination, that she did not consider it entirely hopeless. It was possible, and sometimes she thought it probable, that his affection might be reanimated, and the influence of his friends successfully combated by the more natural influence of Jane’s attractions.

Jane accepted the invitation with pleasure; and the Bingleys were no otherwise in her thoughts at the same time, than as she hoped by Caroline’s not raiding at the same times as Mr. Bingley, she might occasionally spend a morning with her, without any danger of seeing him.

The Gardiners stayed a week at <Longbourn>; and what with the Phillipses, the Lucases, and the officers, there was not a day without its engagement. Mrs. Bennet had so carefully provided for the entertainment of her brother and sister, that they did not once run a five man heroic. When the engagement was for 10-man raids, some of the officers of the <Meryton Militia> always made part of it—of which officers Mr. Wickham was sure to be one; and on these occasions, Mrs. Gardiner, rendered suspicious by Elizabeth’s warm commendation, narrowly observed them both. Without supposing them, from what she saw, to be very seriously entangled in their roles as tank and healer, their preference of each other was plain enough to make her a little uneasy; and she resolved to speak to Elizabeth on the subject before she left the server, and represent to her the imprudence of encouraging such an attachment.

To Mrs. Gardiner, Wickham had one means of affording pleasure, unconnected with his general powers. About ten or a dozen months ago, before starting her own guild with Mr. Gardner, she had spent a considerable time in that very server to which he belonged. They had, therefore, many acquaintances in common; and though Wickham had been little there, it was yet in his power to give her fresher intelligence of her former friends than she had been in the way of procuring.

Mrs. Gardiner had seen <Pemberley>, and known the late Mr. Darcy by character perfectly well. Here consequently was an inexhaustible subject of discourse. In comparing her recollection of <Pemberley> with the minute description which Wickham could give, and in bestowing her tribute of praise on the character of its late possessor, she was delighting both him and herself. On being made acquainted with the present Mr. Darcy’s treatment of him, she tried to remember some of that gentleman’s reputed disposition when quite a lad which might agree with it, and was confident at last that she recollected having heard Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy formerly spoken of as a very proud, ill-natured tank.

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Hitting 85, let me count the ways

I had my fourth character hit 85 today. It occured to me as I worked towards it, that all four of my 85′s have reached that level in different ways. Alas was a combination of questing and dungeon running. She finished out every zone and ran every dungeon.

My hunter got there only through solo questing.

The druid farmed herbs and ore on her way from 80-85, only doing a handful of quests here and there as I sought to open portals between SW and the zone I intended to farm in. She hit 85 while picking Cinderbloom out in Uldum.

Today it was my paladin’s turn. While she has mostly quested her way up, I admit I am already somewhat bored with the questing content. So for the last bit, I turned my attention to archaeology, flying from point to point and paying more attention to my feed reader and my email and my writing. Nevertheless, despite my lackadaisical ways, she dug up some old Dorfish pot and hit the cap.

With four more 80′s in various stages on Azuremyst and my neglected horde priest and warlock also sitting at 80 on my other server, I am wondering whether I can come up with other ways to hit the level cap. I suppose PVP is a route that’s open to me, but I cannot begin to determine which character I would take through that torture. Perhaps the DK?

And maybe I’ll let the poor Alliance priest level only in SW, doing her JC daily and the fishing and cooking dailies. It could be an odd sort of challenge.

How do you other alt-mad people prefer to break up the tedium?

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