Frosty.

So sweet!

Twenty days seems like a long time to do anything, but they went by really fast, faster than a, say, oh, a WINTERSPRING FROSTSABER?!

Rivern Frostwind and the draenei girls get along just fine. He’s entrusted Matty, Haanta, Luperci, and Zeptepi with the reigns of the Winterspring Mounts, which they all completed this morning. As I jokingly told guildmates, if I only spent that much time washing and waxing my truck as I did on getting those dailies done, I’d be, well, in a clean vehicle, I guess. But I wouldn’t have cool tigers to ride.

Luperci

Zeptepi with Winterspring Mount, Shadow Priest edition

Mataoka
Haanta

If you want your own, seek out Rivern Frostwind in Winterspring, a bit northwest of the Everlook lodge.   The dailies are super quick, and really don’t take much except for a tiny bit of patience. Besides, Winterspring is beautiful this time of year.

So, while I also have my reputation to consider, this simultaneously happened, too. Now to work on a few more reps with the good population of Azeroth. For the time being, I’m going to go wash my truck.

Theme song: ‘Mustang Sally’ as peformed by The Commitments*
*If you haven’t seen the movie The Commitments, perhaps you may want to check it out. Get your Irish blues satisfied.

Always look on the bright side of life.

I full-out blew today off in a big way. I stayed in Azeroth like it was a job. My priest friend wishes me well everyday, and tells me to be good, but I was NOT today. But tomorrow is another day. As I leave the keyboard, I need to regroup a little bit.  Hours of play will leave me with a mixed bag, just like a normal day in the real world. And I do have some heavy real world stuff right now, that even the sparkly moths of Azuremyst couldn’t glitter me out of. (Can that be a verb? Glitter? Sure. If I say so.)

So, before the cloudy northwest sun sets, wanted to come up with 10 things I love/hate about Azeroth:

Hate:
1. Teabagging. As I was told by a guildmate, I’d better get used to it. No. No I don’t. It may happen, but I will never like it or think it’s funny or cute. Just can’t. I first heard the term in a John Water’s bio-flick called Pecker. Great movie, by the way. Martha Plimpton is an under-used actress.
2. Being a ninja. I really don’t like being an ass, by error or default.
3. How needy my dog is when I play. He’s a needy breed anyway, but seems to have a smaller bladder during dungeons. He is a sweet dog though. Maybe I should get a cat.
4. Mashing keyboard spells. I am more like Salieri than Mozart when it comes to my keyboarding skills.
5. Not enough compliments. The tough streets of Stormwind are deceptive: they seem friendly, but they are sorely lacking in courtesy or manners. Perhaps we need more Canadian players, eh?

Love:
1. I know, yes, I am Princess Dork, but once in awhile I can actually watch my characters do their things, and just watch them work. They are, dare I say it? Beautiful. Watching little pig-tailed Lupe face a big dragon, or Matty slice and dice a big monster dog or on the battlegrounds, or when Zep’s chakras are pouring out golden light — ah.
2. Friendships. I have said a lot about these, and without these, there really is no point.
3. Achievements: When that banners pops up, it is on too briefly, but love it. Sschwwwingg!
4. Creativity: playing has inspired me to write more. I may not have an audience, or a following, but I enjoy this part very much.

So, to all you teabaggers and ninjas, your hair looks great today, and you’re so funny and smart! Your friends must love you, and I am sure that mashing your keyboard won’t hurt your achievements. BRB, need to let out my dog.

Drabble of the Day: Corner

*A drabble is a 100 word story. No more, no less. Sometimes I just have to write down these little scenes.

For days, she felt like a rough rock being tumbled by the wash down a flooded stream. Smoothing away the edges demands a pound of flesh. His eyes were a bit heavier too. The soldiers scraped around the holding room waiting for battle. She made one request, and he complied. The wings embraced, cracked like a whip, no escape, in the corner, and kissed her. Sustaining faith. In a splinter of a moment, it stuck. He said she was beautiful to watch. Sustaining hope. He said the words out loud, but only she heard them. Sustaining charity. Beautiful, but deadly.

Itsy-Bitsy Spider

Down came the rain, indeed.

Damn, I don’t think I have a screen shot, and that is a shame, because since I’m #29’th choice out of 10-man team, if that, I may not get another chance to go back in there. I signed up for the new Firelands raid instance, figuring that since we were all new and learning together, it would be a fun and safe time to see what’s what.* When I said something to the guildmaster about, “Are we there yet?” the response was “We? Who is we?” or something to that effect, I realized that I may not be included. I did get to go, only because one of the solid players wasn’t on-line, in fact, two of our best players couldn’t make it, so I got a spot. I am not happy about that they couldn’t make it, not at all, but I guess even ugly stepsisters get a chance to go out once in awhile. It was with the clear understanding that if either one of them showed up, I would be asked to go, and was I okay with that. Sure. I’m okay with that. The guild members who have paid their dues and have more experience have earned their places a hundred times over. (Blizzard doesn’t allow for a lot of middle ground on this one: you’re either doing raiding or not. There is no variance for learning curve. A player must know everything, it seems, before going into any new situation, about what abilities they should use in every situation: that is the high nerd-rage end of the spectrum. The other end allows for more cooperative strategies. And I would imagine every guild, every group, usually slides between the two variances at any given situational moment.)

Oh: let me know if you want to know what you can and can’t hex or elemental bind. I’ve got your back. 

The Firelands Raid say it’s “outdoors,” which is kind of like saying going on a picnic with Satan. Sure, there is an atmosphere, but damn, that brimstone…your buns will get toasted.

Beth’Tilac, The Red Widow. is a crazy fight, too. It is a Cirque Du Soleil level of a performance from first impressions: little spiders, medium, large, and there are spinners you must climb up, and in the center of it all, The Red Widow. Before you can say “Charlotte’s Web,” you’d better put on your contortionist face and start spraying pesticide.

It was a lot of fun though. There is a double-edged sword, however: because it was “Patch Day” many of the add-ons weren’t functioning. We all went in there somewhat blind, without the benefits and blaring of GTFO, or Recount. It was kind of refreshing in a way, just to strategize, not worry about DPS races, and figure out which thing to kill first. Gulidmaster is very good at this, and very good at listening to players’ suggestions.

The GM and GO made up a fun game, an entertaining distraction between mobs. Oh, and by the way, I won! It was word game, category: “alcohol.” I have never actually had most of the drinks (never has a Rusty Nail or Brandy Alexander crossed my lips). I am a reader, and that’s how I knew. Yes, I have read bartending guides. Want something to wash the taste of spider guts out of your mouth? This might do the trick, a Chocolate Martini:

A Chocolate Martini—7 Square Restaurant, New York City
Ingredients
2 oz. vodka
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 oz. Frangelico
4 oz. chilled hot chocolate

Directions: Combine all ingredients in a shaker with ice, shake, and pour into a stemmed glass. To make it even sweeter, dip the rim of the glass in honey and then in cookie crumbs

http://thejetsetgirls.blogspot.com/2011/05/cosmos-official-cocktail-book.html

I realize that my younger guildmates see me as this, and I cheated because of age:

For some guidance:
http://25man.com/firelands/bethtilac
Videos/For the Horde: http://manaflask.com/article/902/the-first-firelands-ptr-raid-in-picture-form

*There are a lot of great blogs written from the guildmasters’ perspectives. Frustration with players’ performances, attitudes, demands, etc. It occurred to me this morning that I am relating the other side, well, at least my side, from what it’s like to be a newer player, to want to hang with the big dogs, and what obstacles we face. Mostly, the biggest obstacle is truth, and the truth hurts. I do mash the keyboard when I am in a tough fight. I do lose sight of some buff or debuff. But I also try my damnedest to listen to instructions. When the boss says “Kill the red X” I will go kill the Red X. I am the Spider Killer in my house, hobo, black widow, whatever. Have shoe, will squash.

Art-of-the-Day;
Stumbled across this manipulated image (found it intriguing):

ChrissieCool/Deviant Art

Postscripts:
No one can abstract-random like I can.
I am consciously making an editorial decision to create ‘guild mates’ as a compound word, ‘guildmates.’ I realize it is grammatically incorrect, but I can try to start language trends, too, can’t I?

Three-letter words.

I am compiling a dictionary of three-letter words that pack a punch. These are my translations: please correct or respond as needed.

Most of these are used by dwarfs:

Aye: affirmative, yes, in a steady, forthright tone
Meh: Apathy, shrug, indifference, of no consequence
Bah: Dismissive interjection
Heh: A cross between a laugh and a smirk
Wee: Not used often, but heard it last night to describe a gnome, as in “The wee one” when I asked for clarification on a tank question. Since, as a draenei, I was not the ‘wee one,’ it was the frozen gnome.

Am still collecting. Meh.