Old Ladies Raiding Guild: Gird Thy Loins.
Clearly: We have Cupid/Eros in our midst. He beckons to us, dangling his…shiny…blue…er…hook, baiting us, the merman, this Neptune, the Poseidon-adonis of the Waves. I believe, given a little pixie dust and smoky Manhattans in Lalique highball glasses he could actually fly.
Love? Sure. If that’s what you want to call it.
Let’s make him proud:
Old Ladies Raiding Guild
Saturday, February 13 — anytime between 1PM Pacific and whenever.
Glitter optional.
When: Saturday, November 14, 2PM Pacific? (time is flexible, and so is date)
Where: Let’s do the Mists raids
Why: Ponies, duh
I made a new friend today in Azeroth. She’s a Draenei hunter named Taea, and she cracked me UP!
All she had to say was “I heard that in Mel Gibson’s voice…” and that was it.
Every player…every NPC…imagine it…every last one…talking in a Mel Gibson character voice.
Think of this…
King Varian…
Arthas…
JAINA!
IT WOULD MAKE HIS CAREER LIVE AGAIN!
Now, I’m thinking my friend Tome would get behind this idea. A whole Azeroth of Mel, pre-crazy Mel, and maybe Garrosh could be played by post-crazy Mel. Think of the possibilities!
Well, while I muse on this for a bit, I bet whenever I get around to calling upon the Old Ladies Raiding Guild to start kicking some ass, September 1 or not September 1, Taena would join us.
It will happen again: FREEDOM!
There is a human female mage I’m leveling, as Arcane. I say this in a way to distance myself from her, kind of a cognitive dissonance. You know when you’re first going through Shadowfang Keep, and that Eerie Stable Lantern, (in my opinion the best off-hand in the game), drops? And if you are a mage or warlock how you envy the healers who want that shiny off-hand for yourself? So what if it has spirit on it – you need that thing for your spooky look, dog! Here is one sh*tty justification: the fact that I can level a character from 1-20 in about an hour or two means that by the time I will be over powered to go farm for that transmog piece, I’ll have forgotten about it or won’t care. And then again, those heirlooms.
Yes, I just did that. I asked the player if he/she had an off-hand heirloom, because they were decked out in heirloom gear. No real response.
In this day of easy-to-obtain account-wide heirlooms, so many alts, so much structure and order to gear, are there new rules or etiquette for low level dungeons? Sure, heirlooms don’t cover everything, and then there’s that tasty, sexy mog piece that drops that some jerk disenchants it. I propose that maybe we look at this more closely. Remember, for the most part, we really don’t like playing with one another. Well, we really don’t like strangers, so any act of gear fairness is off the table when it comes to stranger danger. Now when I run with the Old Ladies, sure, there are some cross-tier drops we have to make allowances for: tier sets are more important to Helke than they are to me, but not always, so I weigh out how much I can do on my own versus the social/emotional fun. We had a great time trying to do Dragonsoul yesterday but that spine — that damn spine. We would get an amalgam to nine stacks and then bam, it’d die. We tried, we really did. And I learned that Kallixta is one of the kindest persons I’ve met.
I really appreciated Godmother’s post about the architecture of our garrisons. It’s frustrating how it just stops. I don’t want monuments to gear: I want monuments to my stats in game, perhaps, like “Death by Drowing: 1” or some such nonsense.
So my questions are not whether or not I was an asshole when I kept the Eerie Stable Lantern. I was, and don’t care. My questions are should there be some new gear rules for lower level instances, and what other monuments do you wish you could erect, for one and all?
My sweet, sweet Old Ladies: whatcha doing? Are you okay? Have you wondered where the hell I’ve been? I’m up to my sleep-deprived, twitching and red eye balls trying to grapple with the diaper load that is real life. You too, you say? Well, hell. I just wanted to say if you’re around this weekend, and feel like doing something, anything, please let me know. I’ll send out the call in the afternoon on Saturday, and if you feel up to it, let’s go do something. Hang out in the parking lot smoking cigarettes and drinking schnapps. Shoplifting Slim Jims and Snickers bars. Setting small buildings on fire and drinking lattes. Gee, I don’t know. I’m tired of being worried all the time, and now there’s this. (Yes, you want to click on that.) Let’s go punch some dragons.
I have some unfortunate news: this Saturday, the 10th, and the 17th, I will be unavailable for OLRG shenanigans. This is quite disagreeable, because I am ready for some light-hearted adventures. I need to give a shout-out to Hawt: she is indeed one of the kindest, and most patient, team leaders I have ever met. If I had her for a supervisor, I can tell you the colors in my world would be much, much brighter. She let me bring my priest Zeptepi into Heroics last night. I worked and spent a ton of gold on her to get her ready, and have switched back to Holy, which I am in love with again, but she still needs gear. Turns out, a lot of her regular player friends have ALSO made the switch to Holy, and too many healers spoils the run, so I switched to Kellda the Warlock With the Big Hair but No Gear. Long story short: it occurred to me around midnight when I could not fall asleep I should have left the evening’s fun. I may have made it awkward for Hawt, and I never want to do that. Kellda is far from ready. You know when you get whispers from other players on how to play your character you’re in trouble. Um, hello!? Warlock expert here…but the numbers didn’t show it. Ah, the eternal Catch-22 of play: can’t get great DPS/HPS without gear, and can’t get gear unless you’re in the game, and can’t get in the game WHAT THE EFF ONLY THREE CRAFTED ITEMS? Talk about shenanigans. Blizzard limited the gear from LFR, so not only have they forced our collective hands to do normals+ if we want gear, we can’t even wear our handmade-clothes.
Poop.
So, yes, the frustration in my heart was fairly palatable last night. I still want to finish Dragon Soul, and some other places where there may be ponies.
But then I come across something like this, and think, FUNZ. No, no, that’s not nice. I think, “Look at that! When life gives you volcanoes, roast marshmallows!”
So I challenged myself to get Momokawa to Level 100, gear her up, and be ready for another, and last go, at Molten Core with the Old Ladies.Though a few of my chicas still need their 640 helms, I am really trying not to play so much. In fact, I have a date with a friend at our workplace: we love to go and hang out, get stuff done, and consider our work our ‘studios’ if you will. I would rather go to work than stay home, too: I’m on strike for kitchen duty: I’ve emptied the dishwasher and filled it every morning this week while the nocturnal druids of the Matty-shack snooze away, and I’m not having it today. It’s killing me that there is a pile of dishes left for me every night, and I’m trying to be understanding. So, efff it –Momokawa did her Silver PG with no problem (what the hell was up with the priest anyway? Maybe my bitching, er ticket to the GMs “fixed” it.) She ran some LFRs, got some goodies, had some crafted gear made, and voila! She is ready for her close-up, and her helm.
Oh and look! Since switching to WordPress, I too now get my Annual Report. The post “Bitchy Resting Face” is the clear winner, but only because a superstar like Cymre reposted it. I don’t know if I can top that one, but meh. It’s cool, it’s cool. Those Draenei still suffer from BRF, and the human females still have thyroid issues, and the Devs and GMs do not care.
I see your apathy, good sirs, and raise you with a hearty WHATEVER.
In any case, here’s my week – work, play, clean up Christmas, work, play, work, watch LOTR marathon, work, play, and SATURDAY – want to go again? Around 3PM Pacific time? Maybe a little earlier? What say you?
Do you know how much I am loving that Mrs. Whitworth has taken over the grounds of my garrison? Do I have a story or two up my sleeve? Of course I do: but before I turn my holiday head toward low-rate fan-fiction, I would LOVE if my OLRG (Old Ladies Raiding Guild) could come together once more and take on Molten Core tomorrow. I am sorry for the late notice, and if it doesn’t work out until January 3, that’s fine too. In any case – I’ll be around 3PM Pacific, will put the call out. Please join me, Tome, and let’s take over Molten Core! The trick I’ve found is to stick together, don’t get your claws out, and give the tanks cheers! It is definitely a slow and steady wins the 640 head piece (that old trope). Hope to see you!
I turned to my brother-in-law as we were going up the escalator to see the new movie theatre on the 3rd floor of the Anaheim Convention Center; he promising ear-melting speakers and huge visual effects, and I say: “Gee, it sure would be cool to get Chris Metzen’s autograph.” (I am pretty sure I didn’t say “gee.” I am not sure why in my typing personae I dig out 1930s interjections like “gee” and “gosh.”) Now the subtext to this is we had just laid out hundreds of dollars for tickets, and waited in the Blizzard store line for hours and bought the cubs some souvenirs. Of course Chris Robinson, the Art Director in charge of the horror that is human females, was no where to be found, that coward.
We turn the corner to the third floor, and lo and behold, CHRIS! My brother-in-law said his name, and he, Chris, graciously gave me his autograph on my badge! (Luckily I had a pen handy.) Oh coolness! I feel like I met a rockstar! The line was too long for the movie theatre, so we never got to experience it, but hey, I got my autograph!
I turned to my brother-in-law as we were going up the escalator to see the new movie theatre on the 3rd floor of the Anaheim Convention Center; he promising ear-melting speakers and huge visual effects, and I say: “Gee, it sure would be cool to get Chris Metzen’s autograph.” (I am pretty sure I didn’t say “gee.” I am not sure why in my typing personae I dig out 1930s interjections like “gee” and “gosh.”) Now the subtext to this is we had just laid out hundreds of dollars for tickets, and waited in the Blizzard store line for hours and bought the cubs some souvenirs. Of course Chris Robinson, the Art Director in charge of the horror that is human females, was no where to be found, that coward.
We turn the corner to the third floor, and lo and behold, CHRIS! My brother-in-law said his name, and one of Chris’s handlers, turned to us and gesticulated a “no paparazzi” hand, while Chris put up a hand to shield himself from the glare of my timid smile. The handler explained, “Not now, Chris is with his family.” and off they went. Pen nested in purse. Badge unmarred. And the line was too long for the movie theatre, so that didn’t happen, either.
In any case, this is the only signature I really care about:
Years ago, Ironyca posted a great article about creepy things in Azeroth. And when I came across this poor woman in Stormwind; her ghastly moon-pale face, staring doll eyes, and expressionless visage, I couldn’t help but be reminded of another haunting place: Isla de las Munecas (Island of the Dolls). Please do not click on it if you have, know, or seen a child or a doll. I’m just glad that there is such thing as the Internet so it gives me maps of places like this so I can never, ever go there, thank you very much.
Disingenuously, Â I do continue to go to Azeroth on a daily basis, and there is plenty of creep there. Creep and creeps. I am sorry about my ranting post yesterday, and I’m sorry for this rationalization: there is too much real-life stuff for our so-called comrades in Azeroth to be so petty.
I have wanted to do a screenshot series of the top ten most beautiful or haunting graveyards in Azeroth: I know I’ve spent plenty of time in them, and spent a lot of gold on Resurrection Sickness repairs. I’m just too impatient sometimes. Even Jesus supposedly had to wait three days, but that didn’t stop the repair bills. In the meantime, here are some beautiful ones from around the world.
Today I have to go to work for a few hours, and time for screenshots and my beloved OLRG will have to wait. Now it’s time to drink black coffee, because unlike chocolate for Dementors, black coffee dispels most harm for me. Huh. Chocolate for Dementors. Sounds like a good guild name.
Postscript: I was AFK and came back to find Kellraen dancing (in a creepy way)– this must be a new feature of elvui:
Sugar&Blood 