Archive for February, 2012

Confronting My WoW Demons

Posted in Screen Shots with tags , , on February 21, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Over the long weekend my husband brought work home from the death camp where he works. It was nice to have company but it limits what you can do in game. If he starts in on a diatribe about his place of employment it’s only polite to turn to him and give him my undivided attention and throw in an occasional, “Hell yeah!” and “Those $%#@ers!” And they really are. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.

So I thought about all I could manage without risk to me or others was sightseeing. I decided to visit places that had scared the bejesus out of me back when I was starting my WoW career. I thought I’d see if they had the same power to frighten now that I was a big tough level 85.

Yeah, that first one doesn’t look all that scary does it. The Ban’ethil Barrow Den. If you were a Night Elf you have to know that one. The inhabitants aren’t particularly intimidating, it’s the fact that I’ve never successfully found my way out of a Barrow … any of them … ever. And yes, after taking the screen shot I had to finally hearth out because I still can’t find my way out of one.

I remember being asked while in Desolace to go to the Valley of Bones and clean up the undead ravager infestation. There was just something creepy about this place. Okay maybe I was just jumpy from spending all that time in Desolace but boy, was I ever happy to leave the Valley of Bones. Oddly I moved on to Mannoroc Coven where the Demons didn’t seem to bother me at all.

The Dragonmurk, back before the patch 2.3 overhaul of Dustwallow Marsh. A dreary, lonely place full of whelps and crocolisks, ugh. Not my favorite place. After patch 2.3, later characters enjoyed the zone, but my early characters … not so much.

The Noxious Lair. I have always loved Tanaris, but I really have a problem with spidery things. I don’t care if you call them silithid, they are still just big damn spiders to me. I hate them. I hate going into barrowy places where I’ll get lost … with spiders.

Say what? You want me to go in that thing. You want me to do a Noxious Lair Investigation? You can keep your 50 silver buddy, I’m so not going in there. I’m sorry about the water pools but you’re going to have to find some other brave adventurer for that one.

Okay, Eastern Plaguelands. THE WHOLE ZONE scared the crap out of me. I mean really, really. The first time I stumbled into it I was not the correct level and I was immediately massacred by Plaguehounds. I leveled up and went back, saw Corin’s Crossing and decided I’d skip it. Later characters spent more time there, and it’s a kinder, gentler Plaguelands now but still creeps me out. I think I have a problem with undead. Except my own undead who’s really rather nice.

Were they still creepy? Well, I still can’t find my way out of a barrow. In the case of most of the other locations, while I could remember how frightening they’d been the first time through, they no longer held the same level of terror for me. The only one that still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up was the Valley of Bones. I kept looking over my shoulder, there’s something not quite right about that place.

Non-WoW but Scary

While I was visiting these creepy places, my husband told me a story that seemed to fit in with the general theme. So if you’re a WoW purist this part isn’t for you. The firm my husband works for publishes an employee roster daily. Yes, it’s updated daily, the turnover is that high. My husband noticed someone that he’d talked to the day before was no longer listed. Working there seems to be like living in the Invasion of the Body Snatchers because if you go to the desk of the missing person there’ll always be someone there, working away as if they’d always been thus seated.

He thought it strange that she hadn’t mentioned leaving the day before so he sought out information from those in the know. When told she’d been “let go” he said she seemed fine at lunch. Oh no, that’s not how they do it, he was told. They call you in at the end of the day and tell you to pack up and get out. In this case after four years of employment she was told, “You don’t really fit in here, it’s best that you leave.”

I guess they’d grown the next pod person to replace her, scary place, almost as bad as Desolace.

I really shouldn’t mention this one, if you’re a Tweeter this one will be too horrifying to contemplate. No cell phones allowed in the building … at all. No computers have internet access except the one that’s closely monitored in the library, muhahaha, how scary is that!

Mistaken Identities and Stupid Adult Tricks

Posted in General WoW with tags , , on February 19, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Well I guess this had to happen at some point. Last night I wrote this post for this morning so I could get right down to business on acquiring boatloads of Frostweave Cloth for my Forsaken. When I reread it before posting I thought … naw … not doing it. It’s bad enough that anyone stopping by here sees the whole stupid parental lock thing I got myself into but then the second thing too? Nope, just way too much stupidity to share. Makes me sound like a complete buffoon and while I might be, I’m not going to make it that easy for you to find out.

So, I needed something to replace that part, and being too lazy to try to think up a new title it kinda had to fit. So here’s what I came up with in a pinch. Weak, yeah but I’m in a hurry to farm Frostweave so it’ll have to do.

Mistaken Identity at Senior Thursday

Eggs. Eggs are like ketchup, you need to always have some in the house. So on Thursday I had to run to the grocery store cause I was out of eggs. I got there, and there were all these little white haired ladies zipping around. I mean A LOT of them. What the … oh, OMG, it’s Senior 10% off day. I had forgotten. I never shop there on senior 10% off day because I’m afraid of being mistaken for a senior. I’ve said in the past that I kinda look like one of the twins from Matrix. I have about two feet of PREMATURELY gray hair all flying around which might lead someone to believe that I might qualify for a senior 10% discount. So, very risky behavior shopping there on a Thursday but I needed eggs.

I strode up to the cashier using my best posture and trying to look full of vigor. She looked at me and greeted me. OMG! OMG! Here it comes! No! But it was okay, she did not inquire into my qualifications for a 10% discount, whew. I took my eggs to the car and got in and a horrible thought struck me. Maybe she thought it was obvious from looking at me and just gave me the discount! I sat in the parking lot, hands shaking I got out the receipt to see if a senior discount had been applied. YAY!!!! YAY!!!! No discount! Having narrowly escaped wounding my self esteem I’ve learned my lessons. NEVER RUN OUT OF EGGS. I’m keeping dozens of those babies around, I don’t ever want to go through a senior Thursday visit again.

Stupid Adult Tricks — Parental Lock

Ah Ha! I had received a response from Blizzard. In case you don’t know I’ve parentally locked my account … from me. I’ve been trying to correct this. Be very careful what you do and learn from my mistakes.

Now I’ll be the first to admit I’m always flummoxed by forms and instructions. I always find them ambiguous. Below is part of the communication from Blizzard.

Please submit the following information:

1) A legible photocopy of the identification of the current registered account user displaying the full legal name, date of birth, and expiration date (if applicable). Acceptable forms of identification for the child are: Passport, Driver’s License, State ID, Military issued ID (with the back photocopied) or Birth Certificate. (School IDs are *not* accepted.)

2) A legible photocopy of the identification of the account user’s legal guardian displaying the full legal name, date of birth, and expiration date (if applicable). Acceptable forms of identification for the adult are: Passport, Driver’s License, State ID, or Military issued ID (with the back photocopied).

3) A copy of the Terms of Use (TOU) Form completed by the legal guardian (please be sure to provide an email address to which your child DOES NOT have access). The TOU form can be found here:

Sorry part of that last bit had to be redacted because of the other stupid thing I did. I always wanted to be able to say “redacted” makes me feel like a spy. Anyway, I think I’ve successfully cleaned this post up, I think I can post it now. I’ve got to get busy proving I’m not a child to Blizzard but first things first, I need me some Frostweave!

Go Away … I’m Fishing by Sound

Posted in Alts with tags , , , , on February 18, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Yeah, random thoughts again. No real topic here. My Druid ran up and down the ramp on the Exodar trying to get her Lovebird to take flight. Take wing, little Lovebird, fly! The bird did try; I’ll give her that but so far no luck, so I’ll keep trying.

As for the fishing thing, this has to be the funniest thing anyone has ever said to me in WoW. My Forsaken Warlock reached level 80, leveling this fast causes problems with professions. Her cooking and tailoring are so behind she’s going to have to stick around Wrath for quite a while as she’s not rich enough to buy her mats. I realized she hadn’t trained fishing.  Stupid handler, how’s she supposed to level cooking quickly without it? She trained it and went to the sewers to start the leveling process. You’d think it would be pretty deserted wouldn’t you.

Fishing by Sound

Not so! Along came a bouncy Moonkin who stood beside her and proceeded to cast. Oh, that’s nice she thought, company. After a few casts the Moonkin told her to move along, that they were fishing by sound and she was screwing them up. She thought that was a little cheeky so she remained. The Moonkin then did the “dance on your bobber” thingy for a while not knowing this would only insure her continued fishing, cause she’s real stubborn. She asked him why, in such a big empty sewer he needed to fish right there. He said it was his spot. WELL, he should have said that to begin with, she could certainly understand a lucky fishing spot so she moved on.

Investment Portfolio

Yes, I know I hang on to a lot of dumb junk. I can’t help it but never mind that. This is a snapshot of my investments. I have an extra Lovebird and Lantern that I hope to sell later at a huge profit. I’m not sure when the optimal moment will be to do this. Three months? Six months? I’ll have to consult the AH wizard’s blogs, but I was happy to have something SENSIBLE saved in my bank wedged between Bad Clams and Honeymint Tea.

Stop with the Freakin’ Changes Already

I know we ancients get called a lot on not liking change. I’m generally fine with change; never get upset about changes to my class or the game but geez, Twitter’s interface changed, and then Blogger based blogs changed their @##$$/&@!! captcha to something that causes me to have to try over and over to post a comment because I now can no longer EVEN BEGIN to figure out what the letters are. DAMMIT, I AM a human, and humans can’t read that crap! And I was already on shaky ground with these blogs as they already wouldn’t let me comment with my WordPress info. If you two can’t get along fine, but don’t involve me in it! I wish Blogger and WordPress would kiss and makeup. So if you’re a Blogger blogger and don’t hear from me it’s because I had a brain aneurysm from trying to figure out the captcha.

Dangerous Life of an Alt

My poor Forsaken. She needs lots and lots of Frostweave cloth. I forgot that she was an 80 and flew her to Icecrown and landed her in a group of about nine Converted Heroes to grind cloth. Oops, it’s what my Druid does but then she’s level 85. She landed and I stopped to take a drink and then she was dead, well Undead AND dead.

She received a helm that needed a gem and again I forgot that she was still in Wrath and bought her the appropriate and very costly gem. Couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t equip it, duh, it’s a Cata gem. I don’t know how she puts up with me. Oh well, I’ll look at it as doing my part to keep the server economy going.

I must be off, she only has eleventy billion more fish to catch to level her fishing, it seems my work is never done.

A Little Knowledge is a Dangerous Thing in the Paws of Kittys

Posted in General WoW with tags , , , on February 16, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Yeah, I know, it’s crazy. Suddenly my Druid thinks she knows math which when you think about it is impossible. I am math challenged, always have been so I think it unlikely that in Azeroth there’d be any change. So really she has no idea what she’s doing. Silly cat.

I knew this would happen. I should never have downloaded that DPS meter. I don’t use many addons. I always had a threat meter to keep from rudely pulling aggro but that’s about it. I just thought it would be informative and to make sure I wasn’t being the cause of any problems. I really didn’t know it would snowball into the cat from hell.

I play for fun; I’m not competitive so a good group for me has always been based on whether it was fun and whether the objective died. That’s about it. Dying a few times never bothered me as long as everyone remained pleasant. I’m kind of an underachiever of WoW which has always been okay with me.

But the meter may have created a monster … a scary monster cat. I was intrigued by the huge range my DPS had. It varied from 7k to 21k, why was that? Could I do better, what should I do? I started thinking stuff like that, yeah, really crucial to get those holiday apothecaries down real fast to frisk ‘em for the Love Rocket. And I have little time to figure it out, I mean the holiday will be over soon and then I’m looking at waiting until the ice stone has melted for the next holiday boss.

So the last time I queued I was horrified with myself afterwards. I usually try not to take unnecessary damage. I’m used to being solo so I never take for granted any healing I may get. I try not to stand in dangerous stuff. I use Barkskin and other druidy spells as needed. But the last time I queued? I ran in there like an axe murderer on meth. I ignored stuff on the ground, didn’t pay attention to my health, just flailed madly about trying to bite everyone on the rear end as fast as I could. I heard a voice in my head say, “Ah, It’s okay, the healer will keep you safe! Rip, shred, shred, shred, faster, faster, aarrggh, I’m the KITTY OF DOOM , FEAR ME AND DIE!”

And as it turned out everything was fine because there was a Mage who killed them all in, I swear under a minute. But I had become the stereotypical rude, inconsiderate dps. Like almost overnight. Because I was so taken with my damage meter. I was ashamed. I quickly logged out and removed the damage meter. I’m not even keeping it for the rest of the holiday even though it was fun. I’m going to have to go cold turkey. I hope the regular Druid returns. I guess I’m not as uncompetitive as I thought. Who knew?

Pssst … Meme the Sixth, past it on!

Posted in WoW Community with tags , , on February 15, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

I happened to be watching Twitter when I saw that Jaded Alt had a new post up. Oh good, I went to see what Windsoar’s post was about and she had received a meme from Gnomeaggedon. It was about one of my favorite things! Screen shots.

The challenge is to open your sixth sub-folder in your screenshot folder and pick your sixth image to share. Windsoar’s screen shot is a beautiful tree action shot. I hoped, hoped, my sixth would be a good one.

I have no idea why I took this one, maybe I just wanted a reminder of Skettis because I was moving out to fight in Northrend. I’m just glad it wasn’t one of my “accidental shots” that I can’t bare to get rid of. I still can’t figure out how I manage to accidentally hit the Prtsc key but I must. They are kind of like those shots on my digital camera of feet or lampshades.

So that’s mine now tag, you’re it!

Sugar & Blood

The Harpy’s Nest

Effraeti’s RP

Bubbles of Mischief

Moonkin Journeys

WoW Rare Spawns

Thanks Windsoar, I’m looking forward to seeing what everyone finds in their sixth of sixth!

Follow the Light …

Posted in General WoW with tags , , on February 14, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Yeah … embarrassing. I was going to pretend I never mentioned trying the no-death Ironman and all. Maybe no one would notice. But Ironsally found out about my attempt and she said I have to tell so here goes.

What can I say, I snapped. Perhaps there should be some sort of psychological testing done before you attempt a no-death challenge.  I logged back in with the intention of continuing on my no-death journey. Up next, the Brackwell Pumpkin Patch for the quest Manhunt. The place is crawling with Defias Brotherhood. Old Morgan the Collector is holed up in that house along with Erlan Drudgemoor and Surena Caledon.

I hate being careful, being careful was driving me crazy; it’s my only explanation for what came next. Poor little Ironadilla suddenly dismissed her demon and shrieked a battle cry, managed to aggro three of the Defias outside and then ran into the house where Morgan and his dastardly companions awaited! After collecting six foes she ran outside to aggro as many more as possible … death by Defias had never felt so good.

It’s probably for the best, it’s clear I’m not cut out for a no-death anything … well … except for real life; I’m doing okay there so far. So Insane WoW Ironman Challengers, I salute you. Good luck to you all, you’re made of sterner stuff than I am. I’m not doing that again. If I undertake another challenge it will be the Psynister Vrykerion WoW Ironman Challenge where you can feel free to die as much as you like. I even have a Druid doing that, she’s level 20 and oddly has no deaths yet, probably because I wasn’t trying to be careful. I wanted to see if a melee class could complete the challenge. I quit when the 4.3 nerfs came out because it was no longer the same challenge, but if I feel challengey I think I’ll continue her on her journey.

The relief I felt on deleting poor Ironadilla was immense. I felt giddy with joy. Free at last to work on the really important stuff like doing something about my poor Warlock’s ugly belt.

It’s a temporary fix but look at her; I think she looks happier don’t you? I continued on my quest for the elusive Love Rocket and getting enough charms for my second Swift Lovebird, life was good again in Azeroth. I admit I feel a little guilty about the elation her death brought me and at the same time I’m thrilled to have freed up my last character slot on Fenris for my Panda. All I can say is I’m sorry little Ironadilla, we hardly knew you.

R.I.P. you little Gnome, follow the light.

Be Afraid … be very Afraid

Posted in General WoW with tags , , on February 13, 2012 by tomeoftheancient

Yeah … scary. I may not be here for a while or I might be right back. More likely right back, because I am NOT a careful person and I am NOT a patience one either. But I can’t resist giving this a try. I keep reading about the new Insane Ironman Challenge and wondering what the no-death component would be like.

So anyway, there she is, another Warlock. She’s level 10 right now and has already come within an inch of losing her life once. I doubt she’ll last too long. I’m not sure about the whole Gnome thing anyway, I’m pretty sure she’s going to get ambushed by something cause she can’t even see over the shrubbery. Apparently Blizzard doesn’t give her much of a chance either as she doesn’t show up in the armory. Ironsally knows nothing about this, I’m doing it on the sly, so shhhhh, don’t say anything or she’ll make my life unbearable.

I’m a little jumpy right now.

Already I’m drawn to cliffs and tall buildings where she MIGHT … oops … take a deathly fall, it’s all the stress … I don’t know if I can take it. The whole no talent, no decent clothes thing is obviously fine, no problem. It’s the dying thing. I think I’d be just as stressed if she were a normal character wearing designer gear. I am so paranoid now. My husband walked in the room and startled me and I thought, “OMG I’M GOING TO DIE!” I may have screamed it as he looked a bit startled too.

I feel like I’m in a psychological thriller and I’m just waiting for Jack Nicholson’s head to break through the wall at the Inn in Goldshire. Watch this, see her? THAT IS EXACTLY how I feel right now.

And I’m not sure why I’m so afraid, I had a Shadow Priest that got to level 80 with only seven deaths and I was playing normally. I think it’s the suspense. I don’t see this going well at all. I keep having the nearly overwhelming urge to run into a group of Murlocs and commit Murloc suicide. MUST NOT GIVE IN. MUST BE STRONG.

It’s going to take forever to get to level 20. I can only play about three bars and then I’m hyperventilating and I have to log off her and play my Druid to regain my calm.


Oh … sorry … just the mailman.