A Possible Alt Comeback?

Posted in General WoW with tags , on May 31, 2019 by tomeoftheancient

Cat! Cat, I know you can hear me. This was not the deal. At all.

Jeeeez, If I’m being honest we both have horrible impulse control so I shouldn’t get mad at her. The deal was we would save up 300 service medals for the ring next. I mean I let her buy the pet first so she should have been able to have SOME SELF CONTROL.

But nooooooooo. It’s not even a pretty mount.

Is too!

Is not!

Okay, we’ll have to agree to disagree. Is not.

What?

Oh, nothing Cat.

Cat also remembered there was a pet to be had from Archeology so she’s been busy doing her thing. She’s pretty good at entertaining herself. It’s all my alts I haven’t seen around.

What? I did not know that.

Cat says my very first character is thinking of getting back in the game. My Night Elf Hunter has been pretty much semi-retired but she did at least level up each expansion until now. She apparently HAS TO HAVE a Riverbeast. I hope she continues to hear the call of the Riverbeast.

My Shaman stayed in Boralus after helping with Children’s Week pets so maybe she plans on helping out there. So that’s really good news, there may be hope for these alts yet!

The Classic WoW stress test was indeed stressful. After stressing the server repeatedly asking it to let me in I gave up. I was glad to see it still up the next morning so gave it another try, success! I’m running along thinking, no surprises here. Been here. Done that.

Oh, pesky wolf. No biggie, only three levels above me. This Warlock will make short work of, OW! OW!

What is going on? Resist? What do you mean Resist. Ouch!

Yeah. Been there, done that but it appears I forgot about things like spells being resisted. And how could I ever forget my Shaman deciding to change weapons and spending a long, long time leveling up her skill with the new one.

Who knows what else I’ve forgotten so it could get real interesting. At least this time around I’d know you can’t hide behind a tree. Between my alts perking up and Classic coming, things are looking up!

 

 

 

 

 

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It Doesn’t Take Much

Posted in Battle Pets on May 7, 2019 by tomeoftheancient

It doesn’t take much to amuse Cat. She doesn’t like the Darkshore Warfront because it reminds her of Teldrassil and it just makes her sad but she loves Stromgarde. Her idea of a good time is to run around and kill stuff and then make a um, annoying sound with her toy after the kill. Jeeeezzzz Cat, grow up.

Legion pretty much ruined alts for me. I wasn’t aware that leveling their professions and being self sufficient was pretty much why I enjoyed them. The leveling through dungeons put an end to alts for me. I got Cat leveled and that was it.

I’ve been collecting Allied Races but the poor guys don’t get leveled so don’t know why I do.

Over the years I’ve seen people say they don’t pay attention to holidays anymore. I would always think to myself, I will NEVER get like that. Yeah. I did and haven’t participated in anything but picking up gifts in Ironforge for a while now.

I saw four new pets for Children’s Week! Yay! This is great! Ooops, do I even have three more guys at 110? Let’s see, Cim leveled up to 110 went in one dungeon to level tailoring and got promptly kicked for being stupid. She was then in a snit and wouldn’t even speak to any of us so there’s Cim, that’s one if she’ll do it.

I asked and she must have been bored. She was in Boralus and done within the hour. Maybe she’ll like it and decide to stay.

Okay my Shaman is 110, she got there by sitting in Draenor leveling pets. She’s pretty agreeable unlike Cim so I knew she’d help in a quest for more pets!

That leaves Sache who I used the boost on so just enough! Her trip was a little harder as she’s the first of my Horde to set out for Bfa so she had to do the scenario. I didn’t want to miss it anyway but in the end she came through!

Four new pets with time to spare! And hopefully these guys might decide to continue to level and investigate. Got my fingers crossed. We might be able to get this alt thing going once again!

BfA Archeological Dig and It Cannot be Unseen

Posted in General WoW on April 25, 2019 by tomeoftheancient

I put that screen shot up as BfA cred. I really am playing although only Cat so far. I seem to have lost interest in alts. Hope that doesn’t last. I am so clueless this expansion I just now found this underwater establishment off the Jeweled Coast just before Slickspill. I am so behind.

I really miss writing about the game. I was going to clean up my links but got so depressed seeing how many were no longer active I just quit. Blah, some other time. So yeah I figured there is nothing stopping me writing about absolutely nothing to entertain myself.

So I’m digging around and here and I find that I did start a post a while back. I thought I had started one and here it is. Haven’t lost my mind. Yet.

Sam the dog and Cat the Druid seem to be best buddies. He agreed to recreate her first month of BfA through … ah … interpretive dance. Yeah, we’ll call it that. Cat was thrilled with all the Kul Tiras zones, kept bouncing back and forth excepting quests until forced to do a few to be able to except more.

Just a paragraph but I was sure I had started a post long ago.

So anyway I feel ambivalent about Blizzard lately. I used to spend mumble, mumble, mumble money on this game. I would pay to change guild name, pay for mounts, pay for pets, pay for second account so I could invite my characters to my two introvert guilds. I used to be a whale.

They came out with the flying pig mount which is something I would definitely have bought once upon a time. After the announcement by Bobby Kotick that they’d had a banner year and oh yeah, lets let go four hundred people I started to feel different. I don’t know if it’s true but I recently read they are starting to hire back those positions as contractors. No benefits.

I felt even MORE differently about Activision Blizzard.

Yeah. That’s all I can see now. I mean what was his salary? 37 bazillion? So I can’t buy your flying pig Sir as, um, it looks different to me now. And not in a good way.

So anyway, I decided to have some fun again talking to myself. If I run out of WoW stuff I can always complain about my hearing or the LOUD shrieking in my ears. Luckily the name of the blog works for that stuff too!

 

 

The waning moments of Legion …

Posted in Battle Pets, Dog, General WoW on July 16, 2018 by tomeoftheancient

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I find myself coming here and reading old posts. Back when stories were told and poems were frequent. Yeah, not by me, those other guys. I don’t like my last post’s pictures, so at least one more post is in order.

That fox was at the top of my Legion list. Never happened. It’s funny considering how hard those sewers were at first that at the end I couldn’t even die in there. I would aggro the entire place in the hope of dying and … nope.

I finally gave up. This is ridiculous. I hate you Legion, I hate you Blizzard. I want one, just one crappy little thing and noooooooo. Recently I had a little time and checked and I had just enough to hire a crew to go once again into the sewers and YAY!

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Gratuitous dog picture. Have to have at least one of those. And jeeeez, I’ve been gone from this blog so long the whole set-up has changed and I’m having a hell of a time figuring it out.

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So my priorities here at the end of the expansion have been, aside from getting a fox mount, all about pets. There’s Cat thanking Algalon for her bunny.

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Here’s Cat with Uuna who just dropped yesterday. Finally! Yes!

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Tomorrow is the patch. This is the last day to defeat the Mage Tower, in Cat’s case Agatha. When did we try? Today, we left it until today. Yeah, not smart. We gave up after, I don’t know, between five and ten tries.

Everything went great until the big freaking boulders. Cat died pretty much every time from being knocked off into the toxic goop and not being able to find a way out before she was dead.

Welp. No blue sparkly kitty for her. Perhaps this will teach her better time management in the future, poor Cat.

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Yup. That’s what’s on the agenda for the rest of today. We’ll be hanging out in our beloved Teldrassil. Cat’s always been a Cenarion Circle, lets all live together in peace and harmony kind of Druid but harm her home? Not sure how that’s going to go over with her.

We will see.

 

Patch 7.3? I Went Rouge …

Posted in General WoW on August 30, 2017 by tomeoftheancient

AHAHAHAHA! I know, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Okay, alright. I went Rogue. You know more like this:

Meaning I decided I had too much to do to run off to Argus just yet. I had to acquire Broot!

Yay! Thank you wolfgangcat, I couldn’t have done it without you. I then went back into the sewers with my withered trying once again to obtain a Fox mount. Nope.

I was really bummed that Cat dilly-dallied so long that she missed the Trial of Style. Not to be deterred she decided to get in on the mog action and do a Cat Mog.

Very nice Cat! We set off to Argus. I … er … had a little trouble telling who was me. I didn’t recognize us in the crowd, I kept forgetting she was no longer white and feathered. Maybe that’s how I managed to fall off the side of the mountain and become trapped way down there.

It’s all good though, while Cat was fumbling around down there, look! Pets to battle! Cat got her very own Bilescourge, so all in all, time well spent. She can save everyone next visit.

Over here in real life I have managed to get to the point that I think, think, it might be safe to find a new family member. I didn’t want to subject a dog to a crazy human breaking out in sobs every so often but I think I’m ready. What little did I know.

Fourteen years ago, although Mikey came from a breeder, Isabel was from a rescue group. Apparently things have changed in those fourteen years. At first I thought maybe this is something local. Maybe Northern Virginia rescues are different from other areas of the country. So of course I googled.

Welp, looks like it’s not just NOVA. This is one of many articles I found. Yep, we are too old. We don’t have a fenced yard. Our driveway shows evidence of having had an invisible fence at one time. UNFIT! UNFIT!

I want animals to be protected and I appreciate people caring this much but they have our vet’s contact info and if ANYONE could give you the dirt on us it would be our vet of over 25 years. Why  don’t they start there.

It seems to defeat the purpose of rescues if you force people to go to breeders to acquire a dog. I had wanted to “rescue” an existing dog but it’s not looking good. I know our dog is out there, just got to find them. I keep checking the back yard to see if someone may have wandered in looking for us.

Oh yeah, I”m pretty sure I’ll get back to Argus to help out soon. Really. Well, depending on which Grand Master Pet Tamers are up. After that I’m REALLY going to help out. Honest.

 

 

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I Get Knocked Down …

Posted in In Real Life on August 14, 2017 by tomeoftheancient

and at some point, hopefully I’ll get back up again. I was so happy about two weeks ago when I felt like blogging again. YAY! Things are looking up! I can … OOPS! WOW! SHIT! Trip ##@!!!! BANG! &&**### CRASH!

I used to sleepwalk years ago and got pretty beat up but that cleared up when I stopped wearing ear plugs to sleep because of … well … snoring in the vicinity.

I apparently got up to use the bathroom at about 4:00am, my husband heard loud crashing and banging and ran in to find me laying on the floor unconscious. I had managed to ricochet around the room and beat the crap out of myself. Ended up with a broken collar bone and various … owies. WTF!

According to the doctor I am at an “age” where I mustn’t leap up from bed lest I lose consciousness because of the rapid change in blood pressure. WTF! I’m not sure I’m on board with that.

This kind of crap didn’t happen when the dogs were around. I’m firmly convinced this happened because my wingmen are not here. WOULD NOT have happened if my babies had been here … okay, maybe he might be right but still. I’m here, minding my business and what? I got old?

This will NOT stand. I’ll do more yoga or something but I’m not having this. Anyway, the very worst part is IT WAS MY  LEFT SHOULDER! I am left-handed. I’m supposed to wear this stupid sling. I can’t type, I can’t visit Catwynn. Well, I can but I don’t have that kind of patience.

Today I decided I will wear the sling if I’m moving but sitting I don’t have to, enough. I have found that my right hand is a sniveling little freeloader who can’t do anything.

I had, HAD to see this when I read about it on Twitter. I’ve done nothing much but lurk on Twitter. It’s kind of dangerous because my stupid right hand is not reliable and I’m always fearful I’ve just liked something heinous.

Now Charlottesville happens. There is no place for “Neo” Nazis, KKK or “old” Nazis here. I don’t know what happened to you. You weren’t born that way. None of us are, we’re made that way. There are no race traitors. We are all the same, some good, some bad. The human race.

Me? I’m angry at this. I think the 99.999% are just fine with us fighting among ourselves. We should stop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When you come home but don’t recognize the neighborhood …

Posted in General WoW on July 24, 2017 by tomeoftheancient

Welp, I’m kinda back but I have no idea what’s going on. I’m as clueless as when I started WoW eleven years ago. That’s when I thought you could hide behind a tree from a Nightsaber in Shadowglen and learned … no you can’t.

I had no idea that all this time I must have been studying. I used to know what was going on so that’s the only explanation I can think of, I studied WoW. Although I seem to be stuck where I left off. All I want is a fox to ride and NO, no invitation for me … STILL.

For example, artifact ranks. How far are they going? I thought I was done. I thought it stopped at 54, but nope it just keeps going. Twenty-two bazillion for the next whatzits. What fresh hell is this? Anyway, I’ve titled the whine if you want to skip over it.

 

The Whine

Some advice, although I might just be prone to depression. If there comes a time that you must choose between tough love and forcing the issue with a parent with Alzeimer’s for their best interests or giving in, be tough.  I wasn’t.

My mother did not want to go into assisted living so we moved her into our home to take care of her. By November last year we were coming up on two years of this I was losing MY grasp on reality.

Then we slipped into an alternate timeline. I’ve always loved science fiction but I freaking didn’t want to live it. Then we lost our Izzy to cancer. Then a week before Mikey’s fourteeth birthday we found he had cancer too.

I’ve loved all our dogs but Mike was special. I got our vet to refer me to a specialist who was very nice but seemed to recognize I had a screw loose and was pretty heavily in denial about my fourteen year old boy. Apparently 90lb. Labradors don’t generally live to fourteen and he told me to enjoy his last months as he couldn’t survive the surgery.

We had some adventures. A late, freak snow happened. What I didn’t know was after I went to bed there was freezing rain. The next morning on our walk we stepped off the road to give room to a car. It wasn’t snow, it was all ice.

Down we went to the bottom of the neighborhood sledding hill. I couldn’t get Mike back up the hill. I called 911 finally. They asked if a “human” was hurt or in danger of being hurt. Pffffftttt. So I told them, yes, a human is in imminent danger. Which was true, cause I wasn’t leaving him there.

Thankfully, THANKFULLY, two police showed up. One was lovely, one, not so much. Bad cop’s first idea was to tie a rope around an elderly, heavy dog and pull him up by his neck. Then he (bad cop) fell down the hill. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So while bad cop was criticizing every thing good cop and I did, we managed to get Mike in the house by lifting him through the basement window.

At this point, mother is still here and pretty loopy, Mikey does not have very long and at 5 foot 8 inches I’m now dropping close to 115lbs. Depression is the greatest diet ever. I am now pretty much loopier than my mother.

I finally womaned up and got her into nice assisted living within a few miles of our house. The big sell was, THEY HAVE BINGO MOTHER!!!!!! Remember bingo! You LOVE bingo! She remembered!

Mikey tried very hard for fourteen and a half but we lost him the end of May. I don’t know when we’ll get over it.

Apparently I’m still pretty loopy because I’m considering having the horrible haiku I wrote for him a few years ago tattooed on my arm in memory. I miss you sweety. In a perfect universe Izzy has found you and you guys are together again.

It’s safe to read again!

Soooo. Considering most of the whine spanned the whole of Legion I’m not sure my opinion of Legion means much. I did unsub at one point but that made me sad too.

I’ve been lurking everywhere on the iPad so rarely talk. I seem to be combating depression by adding a whole bunch of accounts like this to my feed:

So I consulted my screenshot folder to see what I had been doing in Legion, thought it might jog my memory. I found this. I have NO IDEA. Anybody? If I knew what it was I’d go back.

I have not played alts at all. A few are slowly leveling up by pet battling. Apparently I enjoyed professions with them and no longer do. I did them for Cat as although she’s not a great asset to a group, she’s not a liability.

I went into a dungeon once with an alt (against my better judgement) and was humanely kicked out on the second boss. Okay, that’s a sign dumbass. Stop doing that. So I don’t seem to want to play them if I can’t level their professions.

I keep ending up in places that have changed the least in Azeroth. I’m usually fine with change because change is one of the few constants. I’m not sure if I’m longing for old Azeroth or they are reminders of happier times in general.

So I’m kinda back. Doing important stuff.

Still clearing out the tunnels in Suramar in the hope of a fox to ride. WHAT? Yes, so I took a short break to go to a Dance Party. Jeez, Cat needed a break from the Withered.

Thank you so much Redbeard for never giving up on me. Thanks for those /waves Navi. And thank you kind readers who commented on a neglected blog, I appreciate it.

Oh wait, wait, one more thing! You can kiss my scrawny butt Photobucket! If it takes me ten years to tract down all my pictures I will before I pay your ransom demands.

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