Waiting for Classic

Cat’s been doing her version of fun stuff while we wait for Classic. She was so excited to get this Voidwiggler in Arathi Highlands. She couldn’t wait to tell her Warlock friends, well, at least Sasche, that she could now have two Voids out!

I didn’t really have any names I wanted to save as my first character is still here although semi-retired and living at the moment in Highmountain because she likes it there and she still has her name, Zorakar. She has that name because I couldn’t get the one I wanted back in 2006. I wanted the name Zhora from the original Bladerunner movie but no luck.

Many, many characters got the boot along the way. My first Druid did because if I remember correctly you didn’t get cat form until level 30. I got tired of dying. Part of the problem may have been I bought and wore white quality vendor armor. Thankfully my son-in-law insisted I check out the auction house and what a difference that made.

Thinking about why I’m anxiously awaiting Classic I realized it’s pretty much sight-seeing. I can’t wait to go back to the places Cataclysm disrupted. I know some people didn’t like Darkshore but I did. It is so, so sad to go there now. In Classic I can’t wait to go back. Including Thousand Needles, Silithus, Wetlands … yep lots of traveling to do.

I created an Alliance Druid and a Warlock on Myzrael and an Undead Warrior on Mankrik. I not sure what the Warrior is about cause I can’t Warrior. I’m not sure at this point if they’ll see action as both servers are showing as high and full. Can’t figure that out as you can’t login. Maybe we all are just starring at our characters counting down the moments.

I can’t believe it, less than a week until we see pointy head squirrels once again! Strange what you miss and oh! Tanaris and Hillsbrad Foothills and and …

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I Fought the Hogs and the Hogs Won

I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I usually never get memes or pay much attention but this one is driving me crazy.  The Clash, I Fought the Law won’t stop playing in my head.

So yesterday, yep, Cat ran into 30 to 50 feral hogs in Mechagon. They kinda had a standoff. Nobody knew what to do least of all me.

Cat was SO HAPPY to get the blueprint for the Anti-Gravity Pack even though she hit Revered a few minutes later and didn’t need it to fly. She still loves that thing.

So flying is a thing again, I’m so happy. This is the first time it really hurt questing. I would run, run, run, run to an area to kill 10 whatevers and when I’d get there someone would fly off leaving carnage behind and me with nothing to kill.

I can’t believe Blizzard’s forgotten to create enough mobs so I think in the past I must have been the annoying person flying off. I was much slower getting here this expansion, don’t know why.

Finished Making the Mount the next day! Cat’s been busy, having fun, killing rares in Mechagon and just goofing off.

I asked her what’s she was most pleased about. You got it, her encounter with the herd of feral hogs. Better than Hogger she said.

Captain Oblivious

Cat! Lookout! Behind you! Cat! Okay, at level 120 she’s probably not in much danger really. I don’t know why I even try. We have been derping around the world totally clueless. I mean it’s fun but I’m totally out of touch.

For example this. I don’t know if I make these things up but I thought there was a time when you could set that you were away and when you came back and used the cursor it turned green again.

So I just noticed it doesn’t and to anyone looking I went down the hall for a bathroom break about five years ago and never came back. Did not notice and I don’t think I remembered to change it. Kind of like not noticing Oondasta up there right behind us.

So yeah, Cat and I are just having fun being clueless and goofing off listening to … um demonic music boxes and sightseeing.

And then we spotted the BEST mount! A mount we had to have. It must be new! I will investigate!

Welp. Apparently a vendor has been standing in a cave in Nazmir since patch 8.1, like last December. That’s how oblivious we are.

Okay, I knew better than to go to Wowhead to get those links. I have no idea what is going on but every time I visit them the result is this: 555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555 and on and on until I reboot. What is up with that? It’s a shame cause I used to live there for info.

Anyway Cat loves her frog, it was kind of pricey so although they come in three colors she was frugal and bought just the one. She used her Anglers’ Water Striders her buddy Pat Nagle send her and she’s good to go. Last time I saw her they were hopping across the water towards the two new patch 8.2 zones to make everyone love her an exalted amount so we can fly once again!

A Possible Alt Comeback?

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!

 

 

 

 

 

BfA Archeological Dig and It Cannot be Unseen

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 …

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.

 

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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