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.

-Alas

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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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From ‘stfu’ to Sheen

It’s been a while since I’ve included random guild chatter. Here’s a bit from last night as we were forming up for a raid.

It all started when I was going to ask a question about the healing team (we had five possible healers in the group), worked it out for myself and said never mind.

Oh, and Kotakh even gets his own tag. How nice.

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Sanctioned whining? I’m in!

I hear we get to whine about stuff today and it’s sanctioned. Dude. I spent a whole year venting my spleen and pretty much no one appeared to care. But I was thinking things had been a little too sunshine and roses over here lately.

I hate roses.

I also hate it when people completely butcher names in WoW. Now, I’ve long since resigned myself to people getting my name wrong. But there is no excuse for some of the other nonsense I’ve heard over the years.

Now, I’m not talking about my delightful French-Canadians and their delightful accents, lending an exotic air to things like “ASAP,” no. I am talking about people who are apparently so terribly bad at reading and knowing the rules of their own damn first language that they are constantly butchering simple things like “Shattrath” or “Dalaran” or “Illidan.”

Serious. How goddamn hard is any of that to look at and get right? Yet I have heard them pronounced “Shatt-ra” “Da-lore-an” and “Ill-add-in” respectively.

Don’t even get me started on the Draenei. There is no excuse. There is even a joke about it.

Why does everyone have trouble with the name of our people? It sounds just like it is spelled.

Next thing you know, I’m going to have to start educating people on how to pronounce the name of my new character. I’ve already had several people mangle it. Seriously. What is so hard about Kyiqtlbxs?

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Patch notes and how my alts suffer

Tuesday. Maintenance day. For bloggers, a day many aim for to have their best content ready to go, since their potential audience will also be unable to log in and will be forced to look for their entertainment from other sources.

Tuesday has me thinking about patch notes and how I have been shockingly out of touch with all the information that is likely to be had regarding the coming changes for 4.1. I’ve heard bits and pieces, of course. We’ll be killing trolls again soon. The cap on the number of dailies is going up while the gold gained is going down. Arcane and Fire mages are getting some love.

I’ve always been more likely to perk up and pay attention when I see something related to mages. Especially since these days I never even get close to topping the charts if a hunter happens to be around. And with two of them in my 10-man raid most nights, I’m usually bringing up the rear, which just makes me sad. We could use some love.

Other than those things, I couldn’t really say what this next patch is going to bring. I feel a few twinges of guilt about this, since y’know, I am a GM and sometimes Raid Leader. Shouldn’t I be up to speed? Does it really matter in the earlier stages when anything could change at any time? I always make sure to read things over on Patch Day at least.

Except I don’t. Despite having many alts to play, with nearly four of them at 85 and four others in the low 80′s, I never quite manage to read over the changes for other classes. For this expansion, I’ve decided to have my paladin be my second focus, with a prot main spec and a holy off spec.  The idea is that between two characters, I can bring anything to the table, and I should be able to adequately keep up with all the gear, gems and enchants if I limit it to only two. I tried three in Wrath, and was constantly embarrassed at the state of my priest’s gems and enchants – and she is my JC! Tragic.

Anyhow. The point is, I am not all that great at paying attention to changes for classes other than my main. Even paladin changes are a mystery to me at this point. I feel bad about it, but not enough to actually go look up the patch notes. After all, I figure I won’t be doing heroics on the paladin any time soon, let alone raiding. And if I run across something that puzzles me while questing, my source for paladin help sits in the next chair.

But sometimes my own ignorance niggles at me a little. Like with my warlock, who I rerolled half a million times and now have at level 13 or so. I don’t really have any idea what half of the stuff in her spellbook does. DoTs are obvious. This soul… burn thing. I have only a passing idea of the mechanics built into that, and at level 13 or so it doesn’t seem to matter that I am mostly clueless. Shit still dies too fast for my ignorance to hamper me.

So on my alts, I am terribly, horribly lazy. I admit it. I’m not proud of it, but I am also not very motivated to change my wicked ways.

What level of effort do you put into your alts?

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A non-hypothetical fishing extravaganza

You’re invited!

WHO: You. Your mom. Your dog. I don’t care. Every little bit helps!

WHAT: An event that is part Jeopardy and part fishing.

WHERE: Azuremyst – US, in the oft-mentioned guild <Eff the Ineffable> (Alliance side, yo)

WHEN: Sunday, March 27. 6:00pm server time (PST)

HOW: Roll up an alt and ask anyone for an invite to the guild. It might be helpful to start a toon (I recommend DK’s) a little in advance of the event date so you are able to fish somewhere without getting your face nommed off by mobs. During the event, all participants will need to be in our vent (details to be shared in guild chat) and fishing from pools.

WHY: I can’t get my worthless, good-for-nothing raiders to help our fishing efforts out long enough to get the new seafood feast. I can throw gold and, for one person, a mini pet from the Blizzard store at people as prizes for a silly WoW-themed trivia night. Fishing is boring. Testing your nerdiness is not.

I would like to have an idea of the number of people planning on attending so I can arrange in advance to have more spots in Vent if needed. If you’re already in my guild and planning on coming, sign up on the new calendar event please. If you’re not over here but planning on stopping by for the event, please drop me a line here or via twitter or email.

And that’s all I have to say about that, other than to probably remind everyone as the event date grows nearer.

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