The waning moments of Legion …

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!

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

 

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Patch 7.3? I Went Rouge …

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

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.

I’ve started:

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When Death is the Only Option

Just so you know. I did the Druid’s form of hearthing back to Cat’s class hall. I noticed the The Greenway seemed pretty quiet. Whoa … really, really quiet. No one’s here. Cat had no luck trying to enter her class hall. Huh, I’ll go back to Dalaran maybe. See what’s up there.

I’m ALONE in the world! I should have checked, I’ll bet that Nomi was there burning food.

So I did the turning off addons thing. The repair thing the WTF thing. All the things. Nope. I’m still  alone.

Finally I started googling things like “phased out of the world” and found a solution. You have to die.

I thought maybe I was being trolled but what the hell, I’ll try anything at this point. Pets to catch, AP to accumulate. Chop, chop, let’s get this done.

I wasn’t being trolled and it worked as advertised, I came back to a world filled with NPCs and people!

So if you find yourself alone in the world save yourself some time and just buy the farm, bite the dust … you know … take a dirt nap.

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Eff You November

I have been very depressed. I lose focus when I’m depressed, I find I can’t read, can’t write, can’t do much of anything successfully. I can however it seems sit and fish at beautiful Irongrove Retreat. I gave myself a mission, if I can’t find anything good right now irl find it in Azeroth.

The Good

It’s frightening just how long it took me to figure out that if I had my artifact fishing pole equipped Cat could walk on water … as a cat. Stop laughing, it’s good times to me!

Grapples. Grapples are the best thing ever. I’m not really  going anywhere, I’m just grappling. I hope they stay forever in EVERY expansion.

Me and my bud Wyrmy Tunkins. He’s not that fond of Cat but my Warlock and Wyrmy are seriously at the best friends level.

This might be my favorite toy yet. Ten minutes of walking around exploring the ocean. Can’t beat that.

The Bad

Okay, how the hell do I do this as melee. I really need to learn that. This was 18 minutes of being waved around then stunned. One of the only times I really wanted to die but couldn’t.

Just so you know, apparently Dalaran isn’t part of the Broken Isles. If you use your Rockfeather Skyhorn Kite to  get to the fishing island … splat. A refreshing swim instead.

We miss you terribly sweet little girl. Just wait on down the road for us, we’ll be there.

Bite me November.

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Time to Move On

Cat! I’m not kidding, it’s time to let someone else see Legion. I can SEE YOU! Hiding in the Beer Garden WILL NOT WORK! You’re being ridiculous and very selfish. Cim the Warlock is getting VERY impatient and you know that’s not good.

Welp … my theory was wrong. I though Cat would move over and let the others have a go once she got a Legendary. Nope. After the restart on Tuesday she had a miraculous day. Flotsam gave her gloves! Unbelievable! Bosses never give her anything! Yay! Yay! Then she received Luffa Wrappings from an emissary crate. She loves them, finally some AOE!

The alts were thrilled for her because they thought, here we go!

Yeah … no.

Cat, what do you have to do? You won’t do dungeons or LFR unless you have a quest to complete. What is so important that you can’t give someone else a look at Broken Isles?

Sigh …I should have seen that one coming.

Oh! Grats, Cat! You got a hatchling!

Well, yes. That’s the fourth one and they all have quests for me to do. I just can’t pack up and leave them with their little exclamation points unfulfilled can I? That would be so sad and mean, right? That would put me square in the eyes of D.E.H.T.A. don’t you think? I might lose my Druid Card. So really, what choice do I have?

Oh, Cat says don’t forget to buy food for the hatchling so they’ll talk to you before you head out to get yours, she learned that the hard way.

Bloodgazer Hatchling – Azsuna – Azsunian Grapes
Direbeak Hatchling – Stormheim – Pungent Vrykul Gamalost
Sharptalon Hatchling – Val’sharah – Dried Bilberries
Snowfeather Hatchling – Highmountain – Smoked Elderhorn

I think I’ll be losing my Altoholic Card. In the past there was a pretty strict order. Cat, then the two Warlocks. Hunter next if she wanted to because she is semi-retired and was the first ever so she gets to choose, or that’s how it has been up until now.

I am feeling an overwhelming desire to see the Hunter’s Lodge. Cat’s been prowling around up there in Highmountain trying to get a peek but no luck. It seems my new priority for alts is how badly do I want to see their Class Hall. We’ll see how that goes … if Cat gives ’em a chance.

 

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Behold! Archdruid of Derpiness!

Okay, I told Cat we had to fess up. Erm, about the whole … fruit thing. Apparently fruit is not the issue. You DO need to complete Arluin’s Request to move forward with the Suramar quest chain … but fruit does not come into it.

I railed and ranted, contacted customer support. Where is my fruit dammit! Luckily I kept combing forums and comments for any mention of Arluin’s Request. I finally found a comment stating that the quest is just buggy, it has nothing to do with fruit. Abandon it and try again they said.

Okay, this would make a third try, that ought to be lucky, right? RIGHT! I was finally given an option I hadn’t been given before and I’m in!

Not only that but I now have a cat form masquerade while in Suramar which sure helps with those few seconds of them beating the crap out of her while she’s changing forms, best thing ever.

I commented to Kam about my other brain derpiness. Logically I KNOW the odds of getting Cat a Legendary are VERY remote. I don’t do enough of the type of things that would probably gain her one. I can’t do Heroics over and over because I need a spotter for my mother. I can’t be in five man content and go, oh hey, pause the boss! Mom just ran out the front door without any clothes! I’ll be back! With my crappy DPS I probably could leave LFR without adversely affecting them.

So logically (yes, not my strong suit) I know Cat’s unlikely to get a Legendary but my not so logical side is refusing to let any alts get going for fear of them gaining one and breaking Cat’s heart. My alts are getting kind of pissed. I sense a revolt coming.

Rep remarked to me on the lengths it takes to acquire a Falcosaur Pet. My first thought was OMG, she knows who I am, she saw what I did! Yes, I  took one look at the Wowhead guide, saw the word pet and without reading the article ran off and slaughtered ALL the Falcosaurs in the world. Huh … no drop. You’d think there would be, I killed thousands of the mommies and little guys. Maybe I should read the article … ya’ think?

I’m going to blame all this on having the cold from hell all week. I’m not even going to try to pass this one off on Cat like I usually do. Complete derp … me.

Cat’s happy now anyway as she got another cool skin. I think this one was for doing a gazillion World Quests with her hidden skin on. She really likes this one. I keep thinking of a double-stuffed Oreo Cookie when I look at her but she’s happy so who cares.

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