Where’s the money, Lebowski?

So, just logged in for my quick dailies before I go about my business, and sure enough, Trade Chat was already alive with nerd-rage over no honor points, as were promised (okay, rumored?). Check my bags, too, and sure enough, no 4000HP’s.

I’m sure those Honor Points are around here somewhere. I’ll just go find an ATM.

 I am mad, bro. Say what you will about national socialism, but at least it’s an ethos.

Grill Master Skill Level +20

Don’t judge. Eat. 

My guildmates will, on occasion, mention something delicious they’ve cooked, or–share  a recipe. Gentlemen, trust me, there is NOTHING sexier than a man who cooks. Okay, perhaps doing the dishes, too. It’s a toss-up.*

Anyway, one thing I do excel at is grilling. I realize this is customarily a man’s domain, but not in my world. It’s a genetic skill, and one I am proud of. Guarf, knowing this, shared this recipe with me:

Flank Steak Marinade

1/4 c bourbon

1/4 c Soy Sauce

1/4 c stone ground mustard

1/4 c minced green onions

1/4 c brown sugar

tsp salt

dash Worchestershire

pepper to taste

Bring to boil, let cool, marinate overnight

Trying to get the rest of the RWS gang to share their recipes, instead of just making us all envious and hungry in guild-chat.  Plan on trying this one out this week. Enjoy.

*Lowered expectations cause swooning over changed toilet paper rolls.


I remember a chemistry teacher from high school who probably saved me from myself. He passed me, and was kind to me, when I needed it. So much in school came easily for me, but not chemistry. I knew the beauty of the bonds were sublime, and were the basis for life itself, but I just couldn’t get past the esoteric skills needed to respond, synthesize, and learn it. (My inability to conquer high school chemistry has given me much: it is our mistakes when faced with an obstacle that helps us more than our easy successes.)

There was a punk in class who constantly berated me. My best friend was too busy getting A’s and keeping  me awake to be of much help. (True: we sat in the front row, right next to the teacher, and this didn’t help me from passing out cold on occasion. Molecular bonds and Periodic Charts have a somnolent effect on me to this day.) My teacher put him in his place, all right, by explaining to him that the reason it was called the ‘sophomore’ year (I was a junior at this point) was because sophomoric meant foolish, and he was a fool. Oh, no you DID-n’t! Smack-downs for smart-asses look a little different when one is a gifted student in an advanced class: a teacher is wise to use Latin/Greek word play, and not send a student to the Principal’s office. My tank, Luperci, is in her metaphorical sophomore year, too.

Yesterday, not one, but three wonderful player friends noticed Luperci’s progression as a protection paladin. First friend said, in his easy, country-boy style, “Hey, let’s get you in a dungeon; that’s the only way you’ll ever learn!” Second friend says, in his pragmatic and calm way, “I have time to help you through a dungeon,” (with subtext of ‘no time like the present’), and third friend, with our time zone differences, and in his gentlemanly, crisp, polished manner, just admired the progress, and cheered me on. He always offers to help, and is true to his word, but he is on Kalimdor time. (Besides, it’s more fun to talk about books and movies anyway, because he is, as I called him, a rare spawn in Azeroth.*)

Now, leveling is easier these days, to be sure. Third friend noticed she didn’t have any purples at level 80, and that is because she moved up a grade, skipping, most if not all, of WTLK content and dungeons. Between the heirlooms and decent rested experience bars, she moved to level 80 fairly quickly. And, with the quest gear and crafted plate items, kind of figured she’d get herself together before going into Cata dungeons. Because, as we all know, things look very different depending on which side of the shield you’re on.  But since priest healer friend offered to see her through, she chose her dungeon quest of Blackrock Caverns, and off they went. It was a squirrel-ly group indeed, and Lupe, who has a lot to learn about staying calm, did say, (oh, how fast we go to the dark side), a swear word or two when a player literally ran, RAN into Rom’Ogg and a full mob, like they were old school chums. It was only due to the skills of my healer friend, his gear, and abilities that saved us all. I am ashamed of my less-than-champion moment: and as the player said and apologized, it won’t happen again from me, either. (Better write myself a sticky note: be patient with rogues, shamans, druid cubs, mages, and warlocks at all times. Although, this vow may prove to prevent boredom: “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”)

BRC was only a tiny smidgen of a taste of a Cata dungeon from a tank’s point of view. Luperci barely got it out of second gear.

Sacred Duty’s Theck interview is worth a read: I will be studying his notes like a studying for a chemistry test. Because right about now, that’s what it feels like. Bonds, hands, hammers, and aggro.

Spoiler alert: Do not read if you haven’t seen the last HP movie.

*My friend: The more I thought about it, my repressed reaction to the brutal scene was not as repressed as I thought: it was very aggressive and perhaps, gratuitous? I still see it in my mind’s eye. Snape didn’t deserve that, but it gave the story the gravitas it needed, since the director didn’t honor the final climax as he should.

And, why didn’t Neville grab Luna and kiss the hell out of her? That girl needs kissing.

Not a ninja, a "brigand."

Think the use of the word ‘brigand’ instead of ‘ninja’ will catch on? No? Don’t think so?

Clothes Make the Man Word of the Day: brigandine

One way to remember this word is that it’s what a brigand wears — or probably should wear. A brigand makes his living by robbery and plunder. Brigandine is body armor of scales or plates, which should come in most handy for one who is typically on the wrong side of the law.

Visit the following URL to look up the word of the day in the Visual Thesaurus:


Today, Matty grabbed Corefire Legplates off of an elemental in Twilight Highlands today. What this poor rock spectre was doing with plate pants, she’ll never know. Even floaty rock thingies need pants, don’t they? Or was it No-Pants Wonder Day? (But the police just call it Monday…*)

Matty held the pants in her hands, thrilled that she had something worthwhile to give to Luperci! She showed them to Guarf, but he said, “Bah, not quite right for a tank, you know lassie…” Disappointed her good fortune was blemished, she decided to sell them on the open market, and perhaps the gold would help Luperci more anyway. She had received a letter from Lupe recently, through Guarf, that her training was going well. Soon she would be rivaling Mat for time, resources, and attention. “And how is this any different than from when we were children?” was the quick green thought that sent a viperous, vaporous monster in her heart, but it dissappated just as quickly. Well, if the pants sold, she would treat herself to a new pet. Lupe was still running around with that flea-bitten worg pup (although Mat admitted to herself he was adorable).  She looked through her bags, and found the Orc s’more mix she was saving for the occasion if she ever saw, no, when she saw, her paladin friend again. Wondering what he was doing, and how he was fairing, she went to a self-satisfied sleep. Wouldn’t Luperci be happy with all that gold?

*thank you, Simpsons, for my cultural references.