OLRG: Infinite Potential Not Found

Uh…

I had this dream this morning that I lost my big silver ring, stamped with the words, “Infinite Potential.” I retraced my steps, and a man cleaning a kitchen told me not to give up, and right when I did, found it in the sink. No need to contact Dr. Freud on this one.

Wonderful friend asked me last night about finding a proper guild last night. I’m not sure what he is looking for, but I know he enjoys raiding and was always a cracker-jack, dependable, and intelligent player. I told him about the only two I was really familiar with – Hawtpocket’s The Rubber Ducky Society, and of course, mine, the Drunken Fish. In any case, it does take time to find a good fit for a guild, and often when you do, the dynamics change and can leave a player distraught or thrilled.

I also have a big problem: tomorrow a ready-to-publish piece of writing is due for my writing class, and I have diddly-squat. I think I may cheat and review a Mrs. Whitworth story, and I have many story starters in mind, but nothing seems cogent. Today is jam-packed from morning till evening, so not sure when I planned on getting this done. I can’t write at work –unless I bring my own laptop, potentially everything I create on my work laptop could belong to my workplace, and I can’t have that. Write by hand, you say? Sure, I suppose I could do that. And then frantically type away after I meet a friend for wine and appetizers, give CD Rogue a kiss hello (he was on a business trip yesterday, and I haven’t been able to say hello yet), and help the Matty-shack ready for the weekend… Sounds like a job for Mrs. Whitworth! TO THE CANON PRINTER!

No wonder why I dreamed of lost things. But they were found, fortunately.

So my Old Ladies: if you are around on Sunday I would love to try to get some things together, or last Saturday afternoon. I should be home around 4 or 5, which may be too late for us on Saturday. We still need dragons, people. Dragon ponies all ’round!

Postscript: What the hell did the Blizzard artists do to Sylvanas and Varian? Erg…

They look way too bad Anime for my taste…

SILVER DRUNKEN FISH!

A toast! Raise your mugs, steins, shot glass, pilsners, flutes, snifters, high balls, or rocks to us, THE DRUNKEN FISH, humbly begun by Señor, who allowed me to be the boss(y), La Patrona, Jefa, and Little Miss Pushy-Pants, and the two of us managed to scramble to the high teens. Breige brought her friends over, and this evening we pushed from 94% to 100% Level 25, baby! I am giddy– the only slight /aw moment is that my dear friend Señor was probably working when the odometer rolled over.

gracias a mis amigos, ustedes son la mejor

But here we are, in all our Alliance glory:

Things that don’t matter…

…but they do.

There are things in Azeroth that have no other value than simply being a point of pride for me. Things that will be swept out to sea once the Orcs arrive. My most monumental challenge or ‘stupid goal’ is to get Drunken Fish to level 25 before Warlords comes out. (Did you ever hear of S.M.A.R.T. goals? Well I have S.T.U.P.I.D. goals: Slow, Tedious, Unimportant, Petulant, Insipid, and Dumb.) Fortunately, Breige came to my rescue (trust me, Señor does not care: he is smart), and brought along some of her friends from her other server. Misty created a human paladin, and has, for weeks, been leveling this faithful, consistent paladin from Level 1 to…crud, what level is she now? Eighty-five? More? And her mate, who has gone from Level 1 to well into the Level 30s. They were on when the guild hit Level 24 last night. I can’t think of enough ways to thank them–love doesn’t seem like enough. Know where I was? Drinking tequila and watching Neighbors. Some help I am.

Hammer that nail! Lift that 2×4!

So — my very creative Azerothian friends — what ways would you celebrate and show gratitude to virtual strangers who do kind things? I feel like I’ve fallen in with a group of Amish farmers who helped me raise my barn, even though I am a heathen. Elune be praised!

I am also interested in things in Azeroth that are important to you, but don’t really help your game play, or your future in WoD.

PS My Dragon’s Blood is on its way. I think they had to go out and kill real dragons.

PPS: All this? Señor, all the way:

Mr. Killy McKiller Kill

Matty Unplugged…

Onxie has nothing to do with this post: just thought it was adorable that she fell on this rafter with her imp and pet rat, Mocosa.

It is a good problem to have, having too many friends. I don’t believe you can have too many friends, actually. Last night I had an embarrassment of riches, however, and to one and all – I apologize. Tuesdays (and Thursdays) I usually need to take Cub somewhere (okay, he’s a Cub who shaves, but he’ll always be my Cub), and between goofing off in Azeroth, and getting used to my new computer, and some glitches, and add-ons, I hadn’t set up Vent yet, and there are just you know, things. I can plug in my monitor to the new computer, but even that gets a little wonky. Last night when I logged on Neo whispered me that there was a Flex, (on a Tuesday, cool!) but right before that Shoryl/Breige asked if I wanted to go to Reloaded’s 25-man. I said sure if I could heal, but never heard back from her, so just assumed Log didn’t need anyone, or specifically me since my last performance on my old computer was so dismal. I have noticed that my framerate has nearly tripled, though, so that’s cool. Anyway, so off I went with Neo on Kellrose, the Most Unluckiest RNG Priest in All of the World; getting gear and coins for her as been a struggle. Her dps was terrible – she’s still wearing boosted gear which is shit, and has an LFR staff. Neo and his guild is totally fine with that, but at the same moment we finished Thok, Shoryl asked if I wanted to go again, and I thought maybe this would be my redemption on Sajja, the monk healer.

It wasn’t.

Oh well.

Still trying to figure out monk healing, and that’s going to take some time and practice. Did get some decent gear though – tier chest piece, so almost to 4-piece set, new boots, and gloves, but I had pretty good gloves. I never did get the chance to get Vent going last night, and that felt more odd than I thought it would. I certainly didn’t like being “all capped” in Raid Announcements, (I clicked on the loot box to take a peek, not knowing the loot master couldn’t see it -was so embarrassed when I got blasted in the RA). But I loved being there with Hawt, Turk, and Breige. Twenty-five man groups still feel a bit unweildy, but it’ll all work out. I died once when I didn’t run far enough away from Skull Cracker, and on the adds in Nourshen. Not sure why they weren’t dead or dying and ate my pretty monk face, but whatev. Turk told me to install VEM and SKULL CRACKER and embarrassed, I said, I have VEM, I love it, I saw the Skull Cracker happened, and tried to get out of the way, but didn’t get far enough. At one point, my screen went completely black. What?! NOOOOO! Now I’ll be really judged! I thought it was an epic dc, but alas. no, just my nervousness about going with Reloaded, and I forgot to plug in the laptop. Um, electricity is still needed to perform magic. (Damn I am a dork.) It doesn’t matter. Folks have formed their opinions of me, and can’t do too much to change minds. I’m just glad I have good friends who know me, and what happens behind the scenes.

For example, the other thing folks don’t see is CD Rogue comes home around raid time, and inevitably I die. What’s the correlation? Does he come home, see that I’m playing and toss my keyboard out the window and put my hard-drive in the microwave? No, hardly. He is not a raider, and I feel guilty if I don’t say hello, how was your day, blah blah blah blah. One of my pet peeves is the term “wife aggro.” It implies fishwife shrews not understanding the ‘menfolk’ playing a GAME. I am not going to start saying “hubby-aggro” to counter its sexist undertones. Life is life. Neo has often said his guild understands family, life, etc., and I believe they do. I hope that’s true.

Anyway – I hope I can come along for Tuesday nights on Sajja, and then do Flex on other nights with Neo. Whatever works. But between 6:30-7:30, I will be looking away from my screen at some moment to say hello to CD Rogue. And ask if he remembered to bring home some wine.

Drabble: Dragonshadow

Kellrose Moonthorne

How does one cure a bruised ego? Other’s skepticism pushed the sternum, causing that inner, rotten fruit sensation of weakness. She knew that was false: others would always doubt. This was inevitable. Others would always compare, letting her know, clearly, she did not measure up to their shaky standards. She knew the truth: deeds spoke, and trust in those who listened. Kellrose flayed their minds, they fled in terror, and cast her own shadow of doubt in their hearts. Shadows, like water, were patient. Her weapon of choice: showers of darkness, and let the rains come down. She could wait.

Note: Tuesday night after waking up from the most amazing anesthisiology sleep ever, Neo allowed my very green shadow priest Kellrose to join their ten-man. They completely understood this was a low-level character, and as well it’s been odd to be so ‘far away from home.’ With three cloaks, my own little guild, and every profession imaginable to craft whatever a new character needs, from enchants to gems, it’s been a little challenging to get her raid-ready. But Neo’s guild is wonderful– sweet and funny, and always a pleasure. In any friendship, (going to make a new word: “guildship” ) there is a honeymoon phase, and then the inevitable mistakes happen, and critiques. I do not mind criticism or guidance-it’s how adults handle group situations that are the defining moments. So far, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know them, and they’ve made me feel very welcome, and lessened my homesickness.

But I Want It NOW

 

Apparently I will do anything, and by God, ANYTHING to procrastinate from what I really have to do. I said to myself, in my sweetest rationalization voice, “Hey, it’s okay, why not get that other thing off the list? You know – where you are going to use some of your Blizz gift money and boost Kellrose Moonthorne (that is her name), and then move her over to Neo’s guild and server, Dragonblight?” Sure–I’ll just pop in Azeroth for a quick moment and get her bags cleaned up, give her some spending money, and send her own her way. And then I reached this obstacle:

 

 

Not cool Blizz. You’re testing my patience. I’m sure there is some decent reason for this–gold laundering, AH infractions, something. Oh well. Not like she’s going anywhere. Guess I have time to spend on Timeless.

(NO LIZARD BRAIN NO!)

Now Sajja (saw-jah) as a Mistweaver proves to be a much more pleasant surprise. She still have relatively poor gear, no cloak, and no tier bonus, and yet, during Flex last night (which proved to be too frustrating for one rage-quitting mage and tried my dear friend Neo’s patience, too) she performed very well:

 

I would transfer her to Neo’s guild but he told me he and another guildmate will be taking over heals for the next expansion, which makes a lot of sense, but needless to say they don’t require my healing skills. I also thought about asking my old guild if they need a monk healer, too, but am too shy to ask. Aw, who am I kidding? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And with healing numbers like these as a noob monk, not too shabby.

Need to learn patience from Sajja: