Archive for WoW parental control

Born Under a Bad Sign … Again

Posted in General WoW with tags , , on January 9, 2014 by tomeoftheancient

notoysThat’s right Missy! No pets for you! Not this again. And I see the post was over two years ago and I’ve made no further effort to free myself from the grasp of parental control. I just don’t have what it takes. I CANNOT defeat the Boss of Parental Control. I guess there’ll be no shopping for me cause mean mommy me won’t let me.

teabagYeah … should have seen this one coming. Hadn’t been Horde for a while and of course didn’t just land at the wrong hotel; Sasche flew right into the lobby. You can sorta see poor Sasche under the pile of people teabagging her my Alliance brethren. I was fascinated but I don’t get the appeal. She stayed there a while as I wondered if there would ever come a point that they’d tire and just leave her be … Nope. It was kind of interesting but not really worth the 75 gold admission. Cat should try it and see what my Horde brethren do … but naked without gear.

hugdeadOH! I knew it! There IS hope! See, one of my Alliance brethren hugged her! All is not lost! We can get along, we can … What?

What do you mean it’s not a real hug … a hug’s a hug … achievement? It’s an achievement? OMG! Is nothing sacred? Not even a hug? I’m not going to tell her that … I’m going to let her think it was sincere.

sasdemorI’m sorry hun. I know how you feel. I have days like that in my world. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to get out of bed. Here … have some music to cheer you up. Since this is a reoccurring theme I’m running out of versions of that song but you have to admit if it fits any race … it is the Forsaken.

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: http://us.blizzard.com/support/article/bnettouform.

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!

Parental Control Woe

Posted in General WoW with tags , , on December 9, 2011 by tomeoftheancient

Well my Druid finally committed to an outfit. I like it; she looks like the sort of no-nonsense Druid you’d call to help out with a dragon infestation. Anyway, before this goes off track and turns into a pocket lint post, a few words about parental control and well, me.

First off, I am the parent. I parental controlled myself. Why? Why indeed. In retrospect I can’t believe I jumped on the hysteria bandwagon, I usually don’t do that kind of thing. Must have been a bad week. Back when the real id drama was at its peak, WoWinsider had a post saying that if you were worried about real id just turn on your parental control, they had instructions on how to do it, easy. Done. No worries now about being stalked, murdered in your sleep, stoned, tarred and feathered, whatever. I’m not sure why I thought this necessary as I don’t post on the forums anyway.

I think parental control is excellent for parents, I thought the post at WoWinsider was a great idea to calm the WoW masses but what I didn’t account for was me. When I started playing WoW, I didn’t give any thought to the email I signed up with. I used an email address that’s through the hosting company where I host websites. The hosting company had the greatest customer support ever. They became so great that a big hosting company bought them. They are now the worst hosting company ever. They block many addresses; they can’t KEEP THEIR COLDFUSION SERVERS … okay, sorry this isn’t about them. The problem is I can’t receive email from Battlenet.

I was blissfully unaware of this until my son-in-law said hey, we should real id each other and do Molten Core or something. Great! That would be great, I thought, and the epic struggle to uncontrol myself began.

There had been signs. I ordered Fraps and didn’t get the code to unlock it. I contacted them through PayPal and they had been sending it but my hosting company was blocking them. I didn’t think much of it until I logged into Battlenet and followed the instructions to receive the email which would allow me to remove parental control. Nothing happened. No email. At this point I email them again with a different browser, and another one. I emailed different times of day from different computers, still nothing. I know, I know, proving I’m insane according to Einstein.

By this time my son-in-law had moved on to other games so I kinda forgot about it. Recently, someone who I’d like to chat with asked if I’d like to share real ids. I had to explain the mess I’d gotten into, embarrassing. I tried the email approach again, nothing. I can’t change my WoW email by email since I won’t get the email. My hosting company deals with everything with the deny, then blame method. Of course they aren’t blocking my emails, they are probably in your spam folder, what else can we help you with today? Sigh … have I mentioned that I have developed issues about talking to customer support of any type? I have. It’s so bad I now have a phone phobia. When the phone rings I stare at it like it’s a coiled rattlesnake ready to strike. Sometimes I hesitate long enough that it stops ringing. Good, it was probably the pharmacy robovoice telling me I can get a flu shot. So with much trepidation I called Blizzard explaining the problem. I don’t know if I just got lucky or their support is that good but I managed to get my WoW email address changed with no problem.

Yay! Finally! I logged in and sent the email that would get me my instructions on how to turn off the FREAKING PARENTAL CONTROL … nothing … I got nothing. I’m guessing that while I did manage to change my login email the parental control email is still the one through my FREAKING TERRIBAD HOST.

I’m tired. I’ve stepped in the dog’s business of parental control but I don’t have the will right now to contact anyone’s customer support. I’m thinking of paying for a vent server to talk to people. It would be easier. The collective might of all the customer support departments has broken my will. I give up.

Anyway I just thought I’d share that cautionary tale in case you were thinking of using parental control. Want to use parental control? Control the urge. Or at least use an email address that won’t change, or won’t block half the world’s known IP addresses. Whew, got that out of my system. Now I’m going to go to a room with no phone and eat a bag of potato chips – all purpose therapy.