Sometimes love in Azeroth means falling out of love…
I am visiting my folks during a break, and having a wonderful time. Their Internet is slow, so no raiding this week. This is a blessing, actually, just in time for those Blessings of Elune. I visit Azeroth, look around, know I can’t really do anything, and quietly exit out. I confess, I am falling a little bit out of love with Azeroth right now. And believe me –this has absolutely nothing to do or judgment on how anyone else feels about it. In fact, if anything, I am a bit saddened that my infatuation has cooled. I want my real life back, and my other interests have been long neglected. That is my problem, not yours: I do not hold back, so into the fire I jump, and then get burned up. I’m a bit fatigued that I have no control over other people’s assumptions about me, or if Blizzard diminishes once favorite characters (see Kellda above), or gives me features over content.
Mataoka lay on the sheets: these sheets were old, but smelled of laundry lines, the ozone smell of sun and whipped wind. Unmistakable. The down comforter, patched but clean, barely covered her long animal legs. She just wanted to sleep, and the world did not knock on her door.
Just why do some players raise so many alts? I don’t know. I admire those those play one or two classes and thoroughly understand those said classes, including when change happens how to manage and adjust. In my experience, I never quite allow myself to understand and thoroughly study all the classes/specializations I play, but I do all right. (I must confess I get a little miffed when a player tells me things about Mataoka–almost five years and counting, she’s my girl, so back off, Jack.)
This post is for me, all for me, a simple place, where I can click and look up my stats for the girls quickly. If you find it useful, too, great.
Not even going to touch Monk healing, Warrior-ing or Rogues today. Or Death Knights. I miss my monk, Sajja, very much, and Heartichoke is lonesome, as gnomes often are. In the meantime, I’ll keep trying to get what these girls need, save some gems and enchants, and stash away gold for all those repair bills. They’re going to need it.
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“Do you want to be sent to your room and go sleep by yourself? And nobody will see you ever again?”
You have probably seen this by now. I don’t care. This. Was. Me. I have always been a diva in my own narrative. I would send myself to my room, denying my mother of my charming company, and stage elaborate productions where of course, I was the star.
Yesterday was a great day: I am in MY GROOVE PEEPS. Until my boss saw one little thing I intentionally didn’t do, one little hoop I decided the poodles did not have to jump through, and she called me on it. Man, what’s a girl to do but get her fancy dress on when she gets home, and sing a round of Frozen to an adoring audience? (Translation: Kellda struts her fancy robes and raids the night away!) Alas, it was not meant to be.
Comcast sucks and blows.
My Internet was out until about five minutes ago. I reset everything I could, and even killed a spider while pulling out the wires, pieces of dog food, and dust bunnies with teeth. I fixed it, but still, the night is gone. Thursday night I have to work, so can’t make it then. either. It was weird though, not having my usual routine.
I made dinner.
I tried to read my next book for book club, but need my old lady glasses and couldn’t find them so I just used cell data to play Hearthstone. I watched The Daily Show, and mused at all the folks who want to kill everyone. Talk about shit getting real.
I responded to a Facebook post of a zealous Christian acquaintance who says climate change is a hoax.
And I went to sleep trying to scrape off the bullshit and nonsense that is the world, and think about gnome kisses and knights in shining armor.
I set up the coffee pot for the this morning the night before, so there would be caffeine. It’s not all bad.
I guess Blizzard felt sorry for me, because it gave Kellda a Blue Drake:
I have been keeping this big, juicy secret for some time now — a gift of such rich generosity it is difficult to describe. Imagine wrapping up Kim Kardashian, Beyonce, and Lucille Ball all in one box and trying to keep all that under your hat, mister – ain’t easy. Things just want to bust out, you know? Well, our own Fairy Godmother of Azeroth traded her very hard-earned gold for a Gold Challenge Mode for me.
The hardest part was deciding which character for the mog; when I looked at them all, it had to be Kellda. If it hadn’t been her, I would be typing this with little newt fingers on a lily pad somewhere with a wart on my tailbone. (Don’t piss off a warlock.) I won’t lie: there were more than a few mixed feelings in this. To be so completely carried, and not even manage to get a group of four other friends to try challenge modes out makes me a little sad. I know great players, and I don’t totally suck, do I? (Don’t answer that.) They made it look so easy, but of course: they are pros. But I got over my pride and jumped in with both horns.
I want to go pro:
The other piece is that it is very expensive. Knowing Helke is like knowing royalty: did Cinderella ever thank her Fairy Godmother for those damn shoes? Doubtful. But I will: thank you, Helke. And thank you to the great team of Unlikely the Hunter, Teetsie the Tiny Tornado of Totally Terrific Terrorsauce (warlock), Antifu, Master Monk, Tricemus of Discipline, and of course, Kellda the Angry and Resentfully Lacking in BIS. These players can be found on the Madoran server, so if you have about 90K or so you don’t know what to do with, and want shines and ponies, look up Unlikely and give him a jingle. Tell him the warlock sent you.
PS I just love the line “little newt fingers.” Still giggling.
I am so very fortunate to be in a raid group comprised of amazing players and players found through Open Raid – it’s been a regular thing, and many of us still need heirlooms and of course, the Ahead of the Curve wolf pony. Unfortunately, my ranged character, who normally does an amazing job when flying solo, gets so bogged down in a 25-man, and does shamefully. I would say that I was distracted by the Eastern-block accent player who sounded like he was eating his microphone and crackers at the same time, he was so difficult to understand. But I can’t be shaken so easily that I reach to turn down his mic every time he comes on Vent that I miss the Desecrated Weapon or the Wolf Rider takes my cookies, can I? I think I just get so nervous when something is important to everyone that I choke. I can hear it subtly in the leaders’ voices (including Mr. Moscow Muncher) that they are frustrated that some of us less experienced players are not pulling the damage we need to, not moving fast enough, and making stupid errors. I don’t want to be “that guy,” so what should I do?
Damaged Driveshaft Deeps…
Oh, I completely understand. The other evening I brought in my warlock who’s got the gear, the tier, and the ‘tude, and all “she” brought was…nada. I reviewed one small fight, and she was way down the list:
Here is one clear truth I’ve learned ‘academically’ over the years of playing: you need to at least understand the mechanics–whether or not you ignore them, can ignore them, or not, is very much affected by the group dynamics, gear, and other attributable factors. But it’s been said so many times: know your class. Know the fights. I heard this story yesterday about a teenage boy from another country who came to buy a car–he was trading in his year-old BMW (full of trash) for a Shelby GT500. (His father was buying it for him.) He traded in his luxury car for this super fast muscle car, and he asked if he could drive it around the parking lot for awhile. You know why? It had a manual transmission, and he didn’t know how to drive it. I feel that way about Kellda sometimes: very powerful, but I don’t know how to fill up the gas tank.
Remember there is a wealth of information out there, and much of it is entertaining and engaging. I love when I’m in my car running errands and the Tappet Brothers on Car Talk. I heard they’re retiring this fall, and I’m going to really miss them. They are car geniuses, and I don’t use that word lightly. When I read Navimie might do live streaming to help out her guilds, I thought what a great idea!
But know too, there is nothing that replaces consistency and practice. And consistent practice. Just get in there, have fun, and do your best. Even the superstars lose sometime.
That is why I think we friends in the OLRG get along so well — we have the right mix of personalities to make it work. The Socializer (me), Explorer, Achiever, and Killer/Conqueror. We all have something positive to contribute, and it takes the mix to make it run well. When you get a chance, post your results – I’d love to know!
PS: There are many players who also “cheese” the meters. Before you get discouraged, look at their targets: if they are only on boss when they should be on adds, etc. they’re cheating cheeser-eaters.
Nope, not “I love you,” or “Extra pickles, please,” but “Update (from armory).” I want to thank Hawt once again for a wonderful, stress-free, drama-free, super amazing fun time on a 25-man normal. I received a new shiny ring and a great trinket. Sure, I lost the roll of a most-coveted sword to Jed, but because he’s JED for Velen’s sake I can forgive him anything. (I really want a sword/wand and off-hand combo for Kellda: more mog options!) That was so much fun–I felt confident and relaxed. I wish I hadn’t cut open my left-hand’s middle finger on kitchen scissors before the fight, but that is still no excuse for my lackluster dps, however. But here’s the thing: I know how to take a long look at performance and correct it. After work today I’ll pour over Icy Veins and Ask Mr. Robot and make some gear and reforging corrections, review my glyphs, and then hit the target dummies for a bit. There is still work to do. Not to mention finding a band-aid. Thanks again, Hawt!
Look, I always knew why CD Rogue was a cross-dressing rogue: his female human rogue is a hottie. No lie. She’ll cut you as quick as look at you, so don’t mess. Is he a pro player? Is he a heroic raider? Um…no. But that’s okay. I’ve said this before that in reality I’m glad he has other interests, and I have my own. It may be tough for some to understand that people can have friends of both genders in Azeroth, and you know – it never seems to matter. Take my friend Turk, for example. When he reads I got Kovok on a Flex run with his guild while he was out of town, he’ll be so happy for me!