Well, it’s likely a good thing that I don’t have an audience to speak of, aside from (I think?) some guildies who know how much I love the comments and yet do not leave them (/eyes Noxy). Still. Bad blogger for leaving a lame ass picture post and then disappearing for a week. I know.
In my defense, it was the holiday and I did have my family over and when I wasn’t busy trying not to commit murder I was very busy trying to kill some turkeys. And shoot rogues.
Aside from holiday festivities both in and out of Azeroth, I managed to see New Moon with two dudes, both of whom went willingly. Hell, it wasn’t even my idea. Apparently, my friend forgot that the book is pretty much all about Bella hurting and moping and hurting some more and there’s not really just a whole lot in the way of action sequences. He spent most of the movie bitching about that and then we all went out to dinner and bitched about the crappy makeup jobs and whatshisname’s inability to convey any emotion other than constipated. “I love you, Bella.” [/looks constipated] “You’re not good for me.” [/looks constipated] “You’re really alive. I’m so happy.” [/looks constipated]
I so did not mean to get off on that tangent.
I meant to talk about my baby toons and what progress they’ve made. But I find that it bores me to even think about it and surely no one gives a crap that I made it to 10, 20, 33, 40 and 55, plus some headway into 75. Surely no one cares about how my baby huntard made it through three levels before I realized that the heirloom gear was on my shaman and I was running around essentially half-naked except for the useless shirt. And I was out of rested so it was quitting time on that toon anyway.
/realizes it’s true – no one cares
Yep, it’s Wednesday and the day before Thanksgiving. I stayed up a bit later than I meant to last night, competing with half the damn server for turkeys so I could level cooking on my priesty, who went from 0-320 in about half an hour. Maybe someday she’ll be able to help contribute fish feasts at raids!
Anyway, in the spirit of “I am somewhat tired and not feeling at all creative,” here are some random screen shots for your viewing pleasure.
When I die, which I am grateful to say is less often these days, I tend to take pictures of whoever is nearby, which is often the healers. I love me some splash AoE healing. What’s sad about this picture is it’s from when the exploit still existed for Mr. Unclean and I still died anyway.
I am easily amused, which is why I snapped this shot of Thorim drumming his fingertips in midair. You’re not on your chair anymore, silly! Oh, and just so you know, we will kill you soon, you big jerk.
I love cool GMs! And yes, my husband really did catch his turtle mount on his first cast. I sort of hate him. A little. Maybe more than that. Look, I’m still working through it, okay?
This is me being a dork, a not uncommon event. I may have started singing “I can shoooow you the wooorld! Shiiining, shimmmmering, splendid!” My husband may or may not have rolled his eyes at me and started praying furiously that I wouldn’t launch into the “Gaston” song from Beauty and the Beast. He really hates that song.
In other news, blogger + pics stinketh greatly and I don’t really feel that this ended up being lazy in terms of fiddling with layout efforts. Still totally lazy in the coming up with words department though.
Be surly. Everyone seems to think that mages are all about rainbows and unicorns and smiles. Disabuse everyone you can of this notion. We are not around for everyone to lean on for food and drinks, no sir. We are around to kick some ass and take some names.
Stand waaaaaay in the back. This is not because we are afraid of getting hit by the mobs. We just don’t want all those idiotic huntards who are supposed to be helping us out instead sticking us with arrows and then doing a /lol /friendlyfire /lol routine.
Make several macros. Unless you’re short on space if you have a crappy bar mod. Then simply putting together a one-shot response to all the inane questions you get should go something like this: “/r No, I will not give you food/water/a portal/Focus Magic. I might, however, let you pay me 10g for it.” If you have the space, I recommend getting a bit more specific. Make replies such as: “If you’re going to ask for a portal it would really be super helpful to tell me both where the hell you are and how much you’re willing to pay.” Or: “I am not a goddamn vending machine.” Note that this will also help you be more surly.
Avoid ever speccing frost. Your dps will blow, people will make fun of you and, honestly, the warlocks and hunters should be taking care of mana replenishment in raids. You have better stuff to do, like own the damage meters.
Assure people that you’ll give them levitate slow fall (holy crap, I’m a nub!) before taking a falling shortcut off a cliff or building. Fail to do so and then blame it on the fact that you don’t have any light feathers. If they ask you about the minor glyph that takes away the need to use a reagent tell them you have better things to do with your minor glyphs. You don’t, of course. But they won’t know that because their mage is probably a level 2 bank toon.
If you’re raiding and your tank and healers are holding up the show, give things a gentle nudge in the right direction. I like to do this by going invisible, walking into a pack of trash and doing a frost nova/blink combo back towards the raid party. If no one reacts quickly enough to pull the mobs off you, you always have ice block! Everyone you play with, especially other clothies, will be amused at your antics.
- Other players will sometimes get a little cranky about their health and mana bars, especially in scenarios like the one I described above. A good thing to keep ready to come back with is reminding them that you have provided them with all the health and mana refills they could possibly need. After all, it’s not your fault they run out every other fight.
Get good at sheeping. Get even better at chain sheeping. A fun way to practice is to duel a warrior. You might also want to make a macro for when you sheep since 9 out of every 10 players are too stupid to pay attention to the fact that one of the mobs just got all white and woolly. I suggest threats be used for this macro. I have found “Break my sheep and I’ll break your face,” to be fairly effective. You might also threaten to withhold buffs, food and portals. Have fun! Be creative!
Fortunately, I have been able to confine this insanity to my main. The very thought of trying to do it all on all my toons – or even just my 80′s – makes me all twitchy. But the insanity has driven me to do lots of things I normally would not do. Like PvP. And Mauradon. And farming those goddamn seasonal bosses for their drops. And fishing. And cooking. And coughing up roughly a bajillion pieces of cloth (even though I have three tailors) to someday finishing cranking out 500 heavy bandaids.
Let’s not even get started in on why I have three tailors.
Anyhow, I do have a lot of achievement points. I am closing in on 6000 as of this writing (I like to round up, yo). And there’s this tiny little part of me – the part that really stinking loves titles – that wants to get the Insane achievement done. So far, I am resisting mightily, helped in part by my OCD and the fact that I have an even 20 titles right now and a hard enough time trying to pick which one to display.
Which title is your favorite? And wouldn’t it be ridiculous if I could display all of mine?
Ambassador, Brewmaster, Chef, Elder, Flame Warden, Loremaster, Matron, Merrymaker Alas, Champion of the Frozen Wastes, Champion of the Naaru, Guardian of Cenarius, Jenkins, the Explorer, the Hallowed, the Love Fool, the Noble, the Seeker, of the Exodar, of Stormwind.
I have terrible eye-hand coordination
I tend to get in the way of the other player(s)
My head might still be bruised from that one time I took a racket to the head about three years ago
I may or may not have pulled a muscle whilst flailing wildly at the ball
I definitely managed to hit my own arm and skin my wrist
I fell down for no discernible reason
It’s only a matter of time before I face-plant into the wall and/or floor
- I’d much rather sing in those large, echo-y rooms (despite my inability to carry a tune)
I am terribly competitive with a need to win and I can’t do that when I fail so badly at nearly all aspects of the game, thus:
It makes me cranky
- All that flailing and running and getting back up after falling down will probably help me find my waistline.
Sometimes I think that I should strike out on my own as a guild leader.
Don’t get me wrong, being co-GM is nice. Nicer still is that I share the title with my husband and he freely admits he is a figurehead so I am pretty much free to do what I want. My biggest problem is actually that I have been an officer, a raid leader, a simple raider with no responsibilities, thank you very much and good day, Sir, and then an officer again. This was all within a period of about six months, which makes it worse.
But the truth is, despite the last half year of dramatic ups and downs with regard to what role I wanted to fill in the guild, I pretty much want the same thing I have always wanted. And that is for people to understand that I am always right and they should just shut up and do what I say.
I don’t want to be mired down in this committee activity of rewriting our raiding rules yet again and finding myself having to defend my points to the officers and the figurehead GM. I would much prefer to be able to say, “These are the rules and if you don’t like them you can leave.”
I feel this way despite knowing that the feedback I am getting is important as it helps me to shape my ideas and explain exactly why I think what I think. And for every victory I get in carrying through my points I also get immense satisfaction.
But my impatience often gets the best of me and I don’t want to wait for the refined and finished product. I want to go in like the mage I am, silencing my opponents by turning them into barnyard animals and then roasting the hell out of them.
Is that so wrong?
One of the things I want to do some time before I die is to write and publish a novel (or, you know, many wildly successful novels). I’ve actually finished a few but aside from one query letter, I made no moves to try to get either of them published.
The first was something I wrote back when I was about 15-16 years old. It was terrible. Terribly formulaic. I am ashamed to this day that I let anyone else read it.
The second book was written more recently, something like three years ago. It was one part an experiment to see whether I could, in fact, finish something on the scale of a full-sized novel. It was also terribly arrogant of me to write it. Why? Well, I went into it with the thought that surely I would have no problem getting something published if I wrote for the Christian market. I arrived at this conclusion after a lifetime of reading bad Christian novels. The cherry on that Sunday was a book by a more successful Christian author that was set during the Revolutionary War. Within the first chapter I walked away in disgust. Who greenlighted a period novel and then let whole paragraphs about dating and being happy to see one’s boyfriend slip by? I’m still appalled.
“I could write any old piece of crap,” thought I. “If only I dress it up a bit in Christian colors, it’ll still be better than 90% of what is already out there.”
Ugh. I was such a jackass.
Since that, I’ve started and stopped a half dozen projects. I more or less abandoned the first blog I had and went from posting nearly every day to posting about once a month. Another series of blogs centering around WoW (something I played heavily while not writing) were started and stopped within a few weeks. I did manage to write a decent amount of a WoW-centric fanfiction during that time, but that’s about it.
Maybe it’s because my interest in WoW is waning. Maybe it’s because of recent personal events that have re-awoken areas of my life that had been dead. Maybe it’s because I’ve recently had the experience of reading stuffchristianslike.net from start to finish and was challenged and humbled and inspired nearly every post of the way. Maybe it’s because I recently discovered Brandon Sanderson and was blown away by his books. Maybe it’s a combination of everything I just mentioned. Whatever the reasons, I find myself wanting to write again.
Unfortunately, all my ideas are very rough. I have no idea what to write. But I’m working on it and that’s a pretty good feeling.