RTMT: Fresh Prince of Patchaire

More Sigils, Please.

I drafted this on Tuesday morning, for the Random Tuesday Morning Thought; however, Little Miss Computer Pants decided to wig out and act all stupid and stuff, so it is so random I’m posting it on a Wednesday. Maybe my computer has Prince’s press agent, and was trying to shut down my creativity, purple raining all over me.

Did you ever have one of those weeks? Where you think Mondays are Tuesdays, and Saturdays sit in Thursday’s lap? Odd. Must have something to do with the space-time continuum. Or maybe lack of sleep.

I had a hunch 5.1 would be coming out really soon, and then I saw JD’s feeder email, and sure enough, whoop, there it is!

I am not prepared. But I will try.

But see, now you’re all so busy with patchy-McPatch-pants, you won’t have time for my random silliness. Don’t blame you. There’s work to be done! But just in case, Here are some meanderings of the world, and my report back to homebase:

Story If You Have Time No. 1:

This National Geographic piece is about a photographer named Paul Nicklen. Look at the big teeth. Look at the very big teeth that can chomp a full-grown penguin in two. Look at the big teeth that come with a full array of maternal instincts.

http://newswatch.nationalgeographic.com/2009/11/19/paul_nicklen/

Story If You Have Time No. 2:

http://thebigbearbutt.com/2012/11/26/the-cub-report-because-evil-is-cool-mmkay/

and he has the same hunch about the Black Prince as I do:

http://thebigbearbutt.com/2012/11/27/omg-the-patch-is-here/

Story If You Have Time No. 3:

My friend and I were lamenting that we wish WoW could be played on a Kinnect. And since after the big holiday weekend my blue jeans this morning are, shall we say, a bit more snug than perhaps I would like, I wish this were the case. Maybe if I get a treadmill and set up my laptop for dailies – wonder how that would work? http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2012/11/20/165293511/can-you-move-it-and-work-it-on-a-treadmill-desk

And no, Tome, I don’t have dogs to walk, sadly.

Story If You Have Time No. 4:

I want to go here. I want to go here NOW.

Maybe I’ll see Santa!

Story If You Have Time No. 5:

This is a follow-up story for me: I tried to do LFR last night, and was so laggy/choppy/yucky, there was no way. I just watched in horror as frameshot after frameshot showed my virtual self in a strobe-light effect of death. It was embarrassing too because there were folks I knew in there, and they must of thought terrible things of me. Oh well. Try again another day. But I am trying to figure out Grid.

Pulp Fiction.

This is post 604 edited by my trusty Murloc editor, Snerrguls. Mr. Snerrguls is calling me out on a few things. You are more than welcome to skip this nonsense, since I’m sure his predilection for accuracy and truth outweighs my need for self-delusion.

604* what kind of a silly title is this? It makes no sense

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Dorothy Parker(attributed) did she really say this? Why don’t you check your sources more carefully?
To Daily or Not To Daily? Is there a reason you didn’t write a parody of the entire thing? And why didn’t you take credit for this cool screenshot, or let your readers know you and your friend two-manned Black Temple? Or that the Staff of Immaculate blahblahblah dropped on your shaman when you had been grinding for it forever on your priest? Seems like an odd omission.

This was a wonderful, wonderful weekend.  I promised myself to pour all the liquor and cigarettes, er, uh, rather not log on any more today, so I would truly find some balance. There was great food, people I love,  conversation, and got to play my face off. I confess I did overcook the &#!# turkey — hate when I do that. I know how to cook one, but I am sure that last quest, that last daily, that last thing to craft, made me ignore the bird the last crucial 20 minutes when it could have been delicious, free range moist turkey instead of borderline turkey jerky. Gravy boat, where are you!? Everything else turned out great, though, and I think this weekend I may do some turkey redemption and just cook one to prove I can. At least I didn’t leave the giblet package in the bird like I did the first year I was on my own. Another rite-of-passage was this was the first year I did not call my mom to get her recipe for cornbread stuffing — just talked to her because.What was the point of this anecdote? It seems truncated and confusing. The stuffing was just fine. And why didn’t you share this great recipe? Maybe because you winged it so ferociously and added so much salt and pepper and chicken stock it was bound to be good? Or maybe because you kept everyone waiting to eat for so long they would have eaten the bag the giblets came in?

But I don’t think I can use the item recovery service from Blizzard to replace my overdone turkey. No, assuredly they will not.

Now, it wasn’t all sage and cranberries this weekend though. There was a moment when my heart hurt a little, just a tiny bit of mourning for, well, a few things. It was hard to put my finger on at first, and I am not sure but perhaps unintentionally avoided this blog because if I ventured here, things would get stupidly emotional, and I just don’t have it in me anymore to get emotional over Azerothian misadventures. I do wonder though, and suspect, that perhaps the new land isn’t all it’s made out to be. I know the forums have been basted with (see–still have turkeys on my mind) with all the concern, complaints, etc. over dailies. I do wonder if that was the breaking point for me personally – it would be normal for me to have the simple expectation to find a raid group with my same ‘demographic’ if you will, and who’s fault is this stupid girl? Yours and yours alone. Just because you get your knickers in a knot doesn’t mean you should get all mopey and just move forward. Good advice – take itI don’t have it in me right now to make new friends. I just don’t. Yes, that is said in my 8-year-old voice in my head. And because of that lack of belonging/structure, and perhaps the umpteenth lesser charms, I felt something I haven’t yet while playing: boredom.

Boredom is a tricky thing. It is a sentiment I am loathe to even say out loud, holding the belief that only boring people can get bored. See that darling Dorothy Parker quote? I am wondering if the cure for curiosity is dailies, or rather not cure, but “death of.” (I had to check my subject/verb agreement on that one: let’s see – step inside the grammarian’s head: if I switched it to The cure is dailies, or The cure is not dailies, not The cure ARE dailies, heavens no! okay, grammar checked, moving on…) So, you’re asking, why didn’t you just walk away entirely? Well, because I’m functionally addicted. Whatsittoya? I’m also functionally addicted to bubble baths, writing, making lists, putting dairy products in the fridge, and keeping the dishwasher on a perpetual empty/filled rotation, but you don’t see anyone having to sponsor me or call a therapist do you? (Sheesh, defensive!) Who is being defensive? You? Your reader? This is not clear

ANYWAY: 

Here’s what is new:

Mataoka: Have done every LFR as a healer I can. This makes it sound like you’ve been doing LFR for weeks now, and that is simply not true. You read a few dungeon journals and bravely went in there, but that hardly makes you an expert, you dork. Amazing raids.They are amazing: why didn’t you focus on these? Now I wish more than ever I had a good team that wanted me. I have three/four of the tier pieces, and have been lucky with drops.Your luck as run its course with weapons and shields, however: what about this? What are you going to do about it? And another thing: the enchants: where does one obtain those higher level ones? *Note to self: look into this further. What I haven’t been doing are the dailies for Golden Lotus so I can get shoulders or fill in where the drops don’t. But then I asked myself, why bother? Just have fun, do LFR, and if a raid team needs a resto shaman healer then I’ll be ready, or, Plan B; just play for fun and not worry about getting on a raid team. I think the next time I would be wise if I let the raid team find me. Very Zen not sure “zen” is capitalized here: check style manual and all that nonsense. I’m a really good healer, I know fight mechanics, what do you know? you don’t know much – you’re still a noob, girl, and understand my enhancement spec, too. Do you? Do you really? I have my doubts. Since there is no way to fact check this, we will have to take your word. Still not sure how raid teams are looking for healers and yet…never mind. This seems a bit snarky, unnecessary, and disingenuous.

See those green bubbles? Yeah. But the outdoor ventilation system is marvelous.

Zeptepi: Now this is the one. The one what? This is the silly one–what sort of noob would want to make a holy priest her second main in MoP? Didn’t I get the memo about lack of mana? Do you have data to support this claim? Don’t I feel parched constantly when trying to heal with her? Perhaps. But I am all for the underdog, and Zep is rocking. Every day I go in the Vale and kick Mogu butt — but today took the prize.  I took on a big, bad mob of statues, fractured souls, mogu, and meanies all by myself and my Psyfiend. It was one of those moments in game where I was truly in the ‘zone.” I didn’t die – I healed, shadow form, screamed, flayed, blasted, plague, whatever. It was amazing. For anyone who’s ever played a shadow priest you understand the mesmerizing joy that experience was today. So she had one good day. Why don’t you follow up with your readers on what it’s like to get eaten by Undead Spirits four times in 20 minutes? 

Zeptepi in the heat of the Badlands…

Last night I started more pet battles with this character, and had Momokawa finish them up this morning. I don’t need to say anything more about pet battle except this: baby black ram. Screenshot would have been nice.Named him Necio. What does that mean? Anything? *Pet battles are going to have to be for TV watching, couch, hanging out times because otherwise they are too addicting. Found myself spamming the greyed-out list for more, more, and MORE! Those trainers are some tough beeotches, too. The crux came with this one in Swamp of Sorrows. That is when I knew this wasn’t your Pokemon kid stuff: Are you trying to offend Pokemon lovers? This is your target audience, caution is required

Took great pleasure in defeating this one.

What was very pleasurable about pet battles which surprised me the most is getting out of Pandaria. That is an awkward sentence It is gorgeous, amazing, perfect, sublime, and yet — just to listen to familiar soundtracks while flying over other Azerothian stomping grounds was refreshing.

Ceniza: Ceniza has been working diligently on the farm. But yes– I have alluded to a story in the works, even if the draft is only in my head.

Surprises:

Okay, you’re going to want to pay attention now. 

Figure 2, Exhibit 1

Did you know that you can fish from the spell book and not equip a pole? You probably did, but I’m not sure you, yeah you over there, not sure you knew that. I found that out yesterday because I didn’t want to take off my weapons and then get eaten by something or other, so I just tried it. It worked. Plopped the line right in the swirly fish pool and got many a good catch.

Also, did you know that shamans no longer have underwater breathing? How did I find that out, you ask? The hard way. Always the hard way.

Did you know that the glyph of disguise is awesome? You did? Can’t say it enough. So is the Vykrul thingy. (See Figure 2, Exhibit 1)

Oh, and one more thing. I don’t think the Black Prince is who he says he is. Got a bad feeling about this. Very bad. This deserves an op/ed piece

*604 refers to the points I need before Zep is revered with Golden Lotus. Really wanted closure today, but alas, not to be had. I am struggling with finding arbitrary ‘end points’ to play time. That’s my real goal.

I think I know where the Christmas decorations are, and some work I took home that needs to get done before tomorrow, Monday. And they’re not in Stormwind. Not sure this is relevant to anyone

Postscript: To my close friends in game – always the highlight of my weekends in Azeroth – thank you, and I’m grateful for you all!

604*

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Dorothy Parker(attributed)
To Daily or Not To Daily? 

This was a wonderful, wonderful weekend. I promised myself to pour all the liquor and cigarettes, er, uh, rather not log on any more today, so I would truly find some balance. There was great food, people I love,  conversation, and got to play my face off. I confess I did overcook the &#!# turkey — hate when I do that. I know how to cook one, but I am sure that last quest, that last daily, that last thing to craft, made me ignore the bird the last crucial 20 minutes when it could have been delicious, free range moist turkey instead of borderline turkey jerky. Gravy boat, where are you!? Everything else turned out great, though, and I think this weekend I may do some turkey redemption and just cook one to prove I can. At least I didn’t leave the giblet package in the bird like I did the first year I was on my own. Another rite-of-passage was this was the first year I did not call my mom to get her recipe for cornbread stuffing — just talked to her because. The stuffing was just fine.

But I don’t think I can use the item recovery service from Blizzard to replace my overdone turkey.

Now, it wasn’t all sage and cranberries this weekend though. There was a moment when my heart hurt a little, just a tiny bit of mourning for, well, a few things. It was hard to put my finger on at first, and I am not sure but perhaps unintentionally avoided this blog because if I ventured here, things would get stupidly emotional, and I just don’t have it in me anymore to get emotional over Azerothian misadventures. I do wonder though, and suspect, that perhaps the new land isn’t all it’s made out to be. I know the forums have been basted with (see–still have turkeys on my mind) with all the concern, complaints, etc. over dailies. I do wonder if that was the breaking point for me personally – it would be normal for me to have the simple expectation to find a raid group with my same ‘demographic’ if you will, and just move forward. I don’t have it in me right now to make new friends. I just don’t. Yes, that is said in my 8-year-old voice in my head. And because of that lack of belonging/structure, and perhaps the umpteenth lesser charms, I felt something I haven’t yet while playing: boredom.

Boredom is a tricky thing. It is a sentiment I am loathe to even say out loud, holding the belief that only boring people can get bored. See that darling Dorothy Parker quote? I am wondering if the cure for curiosity is dailies, or rather not cure, but “death of.” (I had to check my subject/verb agreement on that one: let’s see – step inside the grammarian’s head: if I switched it to The cure is dailies, or The cure is not dailies, not The cure ARE dailies, heavens no! okay, grammar checked, moving on…) So, you’re asking, why didn’t you just walk away entirely? Well, because I’m functionally addicted. Whatsittoya? I’m also functionally addicted to bubble baths, writing, making lists, putting dairy products in the fridge, and keeping the dishwasher on a perpetual empty/filled rotation, but you don’t see anyone having to sponsor me or call a therapist do you? (Sheesh, defensive!)

ANYWAY: 

Here’s what is new:

Mataoka: Have done every LFR as a healer I can. Amazing raids. Now I wish more than ever I had a good team that wanted me. I have three/four of the tier pieces, and have been lucky with drops. What I haven’t been doing are the dailies for Golden Lotus so I can get shoulders or fill in where the drops don’t. But then I asked myself, why bother? Just have fun, do LFR, and if a raid team needs a resto shaman healer then I’ll be ready, or, Plan B; just play for fun and not worry about getting on a raid team. I think the next time I would be wise if I let the raid team find me. Very Zen and all that nonsense. I’m a really good healer, I know fight mechanics, and understand my enhancement spec, too. Still not sure how raid teams are looking for healers and yet…never mind.

See those green bubbles? Yeah. But the outdoor ventilation system is marvelous.

Zeptepi: Now this is the one. This is the silly one–what sort of noob would want to make a holy priest her second main in MoP? Didn’t I get the memo about lack of mana? Don’t I feel parched constantly when trying to heal with her? Perhaps. But I am all for the underdog, and Zep is rocking. Every day I go in the Vale and kick Mogu butt — but today took the prize.  I took on a big, bad mob of statues, fractured souls, mogu, and meanies all by myself and my Psyfiend. It was one of those moments in game where I was truly in the ‘zone.” I didn’t die – I healed, shadow form, screamed, flayed, blasted, plague, whatever. It was amazing. For anyone who’s ever played a shadow priest you understand the mesmerizing joy that experience was today.

Zeptepi in the heat of the Badlands…

Last night I started more pet battles with this character, and had Momokawa finish them up this morning. I don’t need to say anything more about pet battle except this: baby black ram. Named him Necio. Pet battles are going to have to be for TV watching, couch, hanging out times because otherwise they are too addicting. Found myself spamming the greyed-out list for more, more, and MORE! Those trainers are some tough beeotches, too. The crux came with this one in Swamp of Sorrows. That is when I knew this wasn’t your Pokemon kid stuff:

Took great pleasure in defeating this one.

What was very pleasurable about pet battles which surprised me the most is getting out of Pandaria. It is gorgeous, amazing, perfect, sublime, and yet — just to listen to familiar soundtracks while flying over other Azerothian stomping grounds was refreshing.

Ceniza: Ceniza has been working diligently on the farm. But yes– I have alluded to a story in the works, even if the draft is only in my head.

Surprises:

Okay, you’re going to want to pay attention now. 

Figure 2, Exhibit 1

Did you know that you can fish from the spell book and not equip a pole? You probably did, but I’m not sure you, yeah you over there, not sure you knew that. I found that out yesterday because I didn’t want to take off my weapons and then get eaten by something or other, so I just tried it. It worked. Plopped the line right in the swirly fish pool and got many a good catch.

Also, did you know that shamans no longer have underwater breathing? How did I find that out, you ask? The hard way. Always the hard way.

Did you know that the glyph of disguise is awesome? You did? Can’t say it enough. So is the Vykrul thingy. (See Figure 2, Exhibit 1)

Oh, and one more thing. I don’t think the Black Prince is who he says he is. Got a bad feeling about this. Very bad.

*604 refers to the points I need before Zep is revered with Golden Lotus. Really wanted closure today, but alas, not to be had. I am struggling with finding arbitrary ‘end points’ to play time. That’s my real goal.

My new favorite band: Alberta Cross: Money for the Weekend

And an blast from the past: The Cure/Friday I’m in Love

I think I know where the Christmas decorations are, and some work I took home that needs to get done before tomorrow, Monday. And they’re not in Stormwind.

Postscript: To my close friends in game – always the highlight of my weekends in Azeroth – thank you, and I’m grateful for you all!

Needled

I recently took up knitting again. It’s caused nothing but heartache, though, and I may have to give it up. The other afternoon, for example, I was in my knitting bee group, and wouldn’t you know it? Susan  was doing a double-stocking-stitch backflip with her brand new Juno flax imported from rare blue goats in Spain, acting like no one would notice with that damn smug smile on her face! And then there was Helen, that bitch, who had a brand new pair of mother-of-pearl inlaid antique knitting needles she got off the Martha Stewart website, which must have cost her a fortune! (And we all know her husband is taking workman’s comp now for his “back injury.”) “Well,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to just have to be the best damn knitter these knitting bee-otches have ever seen! I can buy baby alpaca yarn from the organic wool farm down the lane and knit myself up a pair of booties like they’ve never seen! Oh, the humanity of it all…the unraveling, the darning, the tears! Even sitting on the couch next to family, I get nothing but grief. The hideous clack of THOSE BLOODY NEEDLES! They shout. “PUT THAT AWAY! You’re driving us crazy!” I just wanted to knit you a scarf for Christmas, I weep, pulling out my number 7s, my lucky number 7s mind you, and whip out a purl one knit two, or was it knit one, purl two, in a blaze of lanolin and mohair. I tried to get in with this elite group of Norweign Knitting Champions, but alas, did not have the correct round-needled cast off technique, and they roundly (no pun) rejected me. It was devastating. Now I don’t even feel like knitting a beanie or bootie. Stupid hobby. Maybe I’ll take up raising Persian cats instead. Or playing Farmville. What could be the harm in that?

For a grand conversation, check out: Playstyle Choices versus Game Constraints in Mists

RTMT: Long day ahead…

Today is one of those 5AM to 9PM days that scrapes me out. There are not enough Wheaties in the world, and though I’ve never had one, 5-hour energy drinks can apparently kill you. No thanks.

But HEY! Look! This happened yesterday morning: Go Ceniza, go Ceniza!

I don’t think of these characters in terms of Level 90s: I think of them in terms of WCFN: Who Can Fly Now. I seriously consider who to level next this context now. And again, this is what I wish, but I know others disagree: for this expansion, if one player gets to 90 and gets flight, then alts do too. I don’t need to see the ground terrain the second or third time unless I choose. And I do love my ground mounts. What I don’t love is how awful my clothies were before hitting 90. It was bad, real bad.

I doubt today I’ll be able to sneak in any writing time, but perhaps. Ceniza looks at me reproachfully every day, and every time she’s broken on the rocks in Theramore. But at least now she can fly.

RTMT: A Day In the Life

Recently two blog posts caught my eye: Matticus’ A Night in the Life of a GM, and his inspiration, Aunaka’s post, What a Raid Leader’s Day Looks Like,  Now, I am sitting here actually hesitating at my keyboard because I am afraid I am not going to strike the right tone. Last year when there was a leadership crisis/vacuum at my place of employment, one of my beloved colleagues was describing a world by which we don’t have ineffectual bosses, but true leaders.  Currently at work, I think I have a boss, not a leader, yet. Bosses are under a lot of pressure, and use any tool they have to get their employees to do more, more, more. This has never been truer in the workplace–do less with more, and smile about it. So when you leave behind the workaday world, and log onto some nice, satisfying play time, what does motivate all sides of a team to work together?

Okay — before I go on: the position of a large guild as Guild Masters and Officers is a thankless job. It’s lonely at the top. I get it. I’ve been in positions of leadership before, paid with love, stale coffee and Hershey bars, and not much else. Guild Masters’ currency is as varied as the motivations for becoming a GM, I am sure, ranging from fair-trade professional skills to world-wide renown, fame, glory and whatnot. 

But good leadership, solid leadership, isn’t just about longevity or boss kills. I look at Navi’s posts on her raiding experiences and guild, and see a fun, close group. I suspect, and I know this is where folks will disagree with me, that who I am in real life hurts me. (Cross-dressing rogue agrees with me, and told me never to tell anyone who or what I am.) Most folks want a single or childless player, one who’s been playing since the beginning. In other words, no one wants to play with a ‘mom’ type. Hell, most of you don’t want her as your Facebook friend, so why would you play with her? And like any social structure, there are unspoken rules, and once again, these rules spring like a bear trap on unsuspecting paws and tails.

Off to the ‘net to see what others have to say about the qualities of a leader:

“The boss drives group members; the leader coaches them. 
The boss depends upon authority; the leader on good will. 
The boss inspires fear; the leader inspires enthusiasm. 
The boss says ‘I’; the leader says ‘we.’ 
The boss assigns the task, the leader sets the pace. 
The boss says, ‘Get there on time’; the leader gets there ahead of time. 
The boss fixes the blame for the breakdown; the leader fixes the breakdown. 
The boss knows how it is done; the leader shows how. 
The boss makes work a drudgery; the leader makes it a game. 
The boss says, ‘Go’; the leader says, ‘Let’s go.’“ 


– Author unknown 
Posted on Business Balls 


and this is TLDR, but caught this gem:

Extraordinary bosses inspire people to see a better future and how they’ll be a part of it. As a result, employees work harder because they believe in the organization’s goals, truly enjoy what they’re doing and (of course) know they’ll share in the rewards.

Does this mean I have a hankering to be a guild master/raid leader for a team? That old adage, if you want a job done right you have to do it yourself, eh? Well, I don’t believe that. I know that many can carry the torch in a functional environment. I’ve seen it, and hell, even been a big part of nurturing it. I am often that voice that advocates for rational, reasonable, and logical considerations. Unfortunately, this voice comes with breasts (those do get in the way sometimes) and life experience, and when the ‘man’ voice says it, it gets listened to. Like I’ve said before, I work predominately with women, and many women do not trust others of their own gender, which is a damn shame. The point is, I wasn’t trying to be the leader, just a peer. Bossy is as bossy does, I suppose.

I’ve said this many times: there is nothing wrong with being in a group where everyone fits in, is the same, has the same values, goals, etc. But lately I’ve been thinking, what would my ‘club’ look like? What would be my dream team? 

Well, Xak was one of the best raid leaders I have encountered: calm, funny, and smart. And always respectful and appreciative. Kaylyne is a smart, funny, player, and one of those women who is inclusive and rocks the game, and is competitive enough to be fun; I wish JD and his lovely Mrs. Amateur would play MoP–their attitude about bopping in a raid and keeping it “laid back” is superlative; I wish my buddy Turk had time to put together a raid team–maybe in the future. But for now he mostly PUGs stuff, and has put his family first. Go figure. This group would include anyone who wants to check out end-game content. But many of the ones I could play with have other things to do, as do I, so I’ll just have to be patient, PUG, and plant witchberry seeds.

Since my dream team is just that, a dream, one thing I will keep in mind for the future are the most important qualities of all: that clear vision and communication — ah, that is the mana from heaven. And that is where being a GM/RL is the most thankless: how do you actually tell people bad news? How do you tell them good news? If someone tells you they misunderstood or didn’t hear, do you blame or fix? Are you making assumptions, or are you treating loyal players as peers?

My new boss is someone I do have faith in. She’s already shown a few times where she’s refllected on some snap judgments and corrected them, or misunderstandings. These always comes from concise communication (something I can do, but always need to work on), and good listening skills–a small feedback loop of “this is what you said, and this is how we can solve it; what ideas do you have?”

And after all–it is just a game. If I actually wrote what a “day in the life” was like for me, and the people in my world, well, 

whatever.


I’ll just keep that to myself.