Friday, October 9, 2009

Anselma

It's been a while since I brought up my human paladin, Anselma. She had been sitting on my husband's account, an unfortunate pawn waiting out her time until she could be moved back to my account. She was originally moved because she was the only free alliance character above level 55 I had available to move so that my hubby could make a death knight on one of the servers I was enjoying at the time. The death knight is just a name on an unplayed character list now. Anselma, on the other hand, is enjoying some playtime as the time I had to raid is just a happy memory.

Anselma was 55 when I moved her back to my account and to my Alliance home, Shadowsong. Today, she is sitting pretty at 66. Protection AoE leveling is fun! Nesingwary thinks I need practice hunting? HAH! I took on 4 of those clefthoof beasties and emerged triumphant, skins slung over my shoulder and meat packed for shipping. Rock elementals gone wild? Selma's your gal. She'll even break their rocky remains into dust and crystalline debris, just so you don't have to send clean up crews later. And those muck spawns below Halaa? Silenced, rounded up, and reduced back to the water they came from. Take that, Nagrand!

Halfway through with the Throne of Elements quests and Nesingwary's Nagrand Safari, Anselma headed over to Telaar. There, she hooked up with a minor celebrity...


Where is he famous from? Running up a little girl's cell phone bill, is where. Banned to Nagrand for his trespasses, he hands out quests and wears a color he is not quite fond of as punishment. It's ok, Jill, the robe does match your eyes.




So there you go. This is my shame, at not having posted for so long because I was wrapped around Anselma's little finger. She was my very first non Horde character, and I am remembering why I loved her before.

Because she is a cockroach. You can't kill her. Her health dips to critical levels and she bubbles. No mana? No problem. She bandages while they beat on her. Oh, pulled a few too many? No she didn't. One more joins the party? Hot sauce, this is fun! Oops, health is dropping and mana is dry....Lay on Hands! then, Seal of Wisdom and Judgement of Wisdom...back to health and mana is filling as they beat on her some more.

Alright, apologies done and a post made, I'm going back to playing with Anselma. Northrend by Monday!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Sold!

Money's too tight to mention....

But I just mentioned it. Silly song! In order to help pay a few bills before they became critical, hubby and I listed a few trading cards on eBay. I listed them around the lower end of what everyone was selling them for. I hoped they would sell, but I was kind of skeptical. It's not like the auction house in game, where if you don't sell it, you just re-list it. We needed the money, and I was sure we weren't going to get it.

I was wrong. A couple days into the auctions, I flipped over to our eBay sellers page, and we had sold one! I started packaging it in its promised inner packaging, and checked the delivery instructions. Between the street address and the city, state, and zip code line, the instructions read,"leave by back basement door".

I have been sitting here waiting for something witty to say about the instructions. Something about stereotypical gamers...I got nothing. But the instructions made me giggle. I guess that is enough. Well, the money is nice, too. Thanks for paying my utilities!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Blacklisted

A couple of days ago, I logged in Delgada, and my favorite paladin tank ever is playing around on his hunter, so I whisper,”Wanna kill Coren Direbrew?” He’s holding a trinket of mine.” He replies,” Sure. Let me log in Graham.” I tease my hubby into joining us, so that we only need 2 dps. Since this is my first day of Brew Fest, I take the portal from Dalaran to Orgrimmar and start doing the Brew Fest dailies. Our server is one of the many plagued with a targeting bug, so I waste about 10 minutes chucking mugs at a robot that won’t be hit. I finally learn that if you stand next to it and chug, you will most likely chuck your mug at him. Two minutes later I am on my way to get my third Brew Fest stein. (I really want a house or a guild hall where I can put my trophies, instead of them gathering dust where only I can see them in the bank.) I get my stein, run the barrel run twice, and then decide it is high time we found more party members. I advertise, and find one. I keep advertising to no avail. I decide to run into the gates of Orgrimmar and advertise there. This requires some fumbling on my part as I turn on Trade chat (I loathe and despise trade chat, so it was turned off). Once it is on, I advertise for one dps. Someone replies, says he would like to bring his warrior. Fine! I wait until he logs in and he whispers for an invite. We are on our way. Hubby portals the group to Stonard, and we make our way to the instance.

Now, I am not one to study loot tables before an instance run. I only know Coren has trinkets because he dropped trinkets last holiday. I have no clue what they are called, let alone what they do. I have a vague clue that he drops mounts and some remote control for a mole machine. So, we get into the instance, take the mole machines to the bar, and begin our piñata breaking. It really isn’t fair to piñata breaking to compare it to the Coren Direbrew fight. When you play with a piñata, you are at least wearing a blindfold. This fight is much like cheating and beating the piñata to smithereens while able to see it. For those that may be new to 80, I imagine this fight is a little harder. Once you have taken the daily from the spy around the corner, you talk to Coren and insult him. This makes him angry, and he has two friends with him. The best way to handle this fight, in my opinion, is to focus down the boss, because when he dies, the additional mobs disappear. During the fight, more mobs (non-elite) will come out of the ground in mole machines, tossing you in the air if you are over them when they begin to surface. Please know, if you are the one to insult, make sure no one else is trying to insult him at the same time. It will use both, and that will leave the group with one last chance to summon him. Anyhow, we only had four attempts, as Graham had done his the night before after reset. I forgot to tell our two pick up members this, slightly upsetting the warrior, but at the time it was late, and tanks with summons were all but unheard of.

The fight begins, and ends, and begins, and ends, until all four insults have been used. Stamina trinkets dropped three times, and on the fourth time, a critical strike rating trinket drops. I only saw the critical rating on it and rolled need. My husband followed my lead and rolled as well. Graham is so over geared I’m sure he didn’t even care. I don’t think I have ever seen him use his Retribution spec. He is the ultimate Paladin tank. The warrior won it, accused us of trying to ninja the trinket for the guild, told us we were blacklisted, and left party and used his hearthstone. I was stupefied. He had won 2 of the three stamina trinkets, and the critical strike trinket, and I could not see what this guy’s problem was. We stood there in the tavern for a good five minutes or so. Then I looked up his character in the armory. This warrior had only one low level trinket. So, he obviously needed them. I wasn’t mad about that. So I scroll back to the trinket and bring the item description up. The second part reads that it increases melee or ranged attack power. Alright, I goofed. I saw critical chance and started drooling and didn’t care about the chance on hit wording below it. My husband says, “I just do what you tell me to do. It’s all your fault.” I try to whisper the guy, but he is already offline. So I look up his guild. No guild master on. I then remember the name of the character he whispered me on, and I whisper him. I apologize for not having read the rest of the description. He goes on to tell me I’m a noob. I told him it was an honest mistake, and that I am glad he got the trinkets, since he obviously needed them. No response. Whatever!

So, I’m on someone’s blacklist. I can’t read. I’m a noob. But I am NOT a ninja. I don’t roll need on something in an instance that would not benefit my character, unless I am instructed to disenchant it. Even then I usually wait until the end of the instance to shard anything, just in case someone decides later on it’s something they need. I hope he never has trouble finding a healer. He made my “I don’t like to play with“list. It’s not a black list. It’s a list of people that need to redeem themselves before I heal for them. I mean really. Take the game a little too seriously?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Internet Invades The Emmy Awards


From a retweet posted by @feliciaday, I found out something exciting. Neil Patrick Harris, who will be hosting the Emmy awards this Sunday, will be doing something out of Dr. Horrible sometime during the show. How Exciting! That's all I had to say. I'm not some big fan of Neil's or anything, but it's geeky, and it's internet, and it's just backward of the usual. Television usually hands to the internet, not vice versa.

Oh, and this may just be a nod to the fact that Dr. Horrible did win an Emmy this year. Cheers to the whole crew!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Bacon.....


Hubby and I went out to dinner tonight. We are so broke, that going on a date for dinner means we grab whatever fast food coupons we have and pick from there. Tonight, we had the choice of Del Taco (2-for-1 Bacon Double Del's), McDonalds (two for one Big Macs), or Carls Jr.(about 4 different 2-for-1 burger offers). So, we decided on Carl's Jr. We bought buy one get one free Double Western Bacon Cheeseburgers, and a medium drink. Remember when 32 0unce sodas were considered large? We are sitting there, slowly eating our burgers and debating the greatness of this burger over the last we had. Why are we eating slowly? Because we are less than a mile from home, and we aren't in any hurry to get back to the kids. We get away pretty seldom, and rarely for more than an hour. They're safe. My oldest is watching them. If she isn't busy messing with MySpace. I hope they're safe...

Well, back to the story. We decided we liked the last one better, if it had bacon, and onion rings, and barbecue sauce. Then we realized that was what we were eating, except it would also have lettuce. Taking another bite and slowly masticating it (That is not a bad word. If you don't know it, look it up.), I listen as my husband makes his proposal. He's going to open a restaurant. Everything will be made of bacon. That sandwich we had decided on? It would lose the burger patty, and just have a patty made of bacon. Did you want fries with that? No! You will have more bacon! I read somewhere they even have bacon ice cream. And tonight, I stumbled upon (I love that silly button!) his first breakfast item on the menu. Brown Sugar Bacon Buttermilk Waffles... with a side of bacon, of course! Bacon garnish, too? You got it!

We would call the restaurant Your Last Heart Attack, or maybe The Porker Palace. The sign out front would be a neon sign with a line of pigs entering a barn and leaving as dancing bacon strips. On the cover of the menu would be a man, laid out as if for a viewing, with a bouquet of bacon strips clutched at his breast and a huge smile on his face. Next to the salt and pepper shakers on the table would be low dose aspirin packets (the right size to forestall your next heart attack). There would be no diet drinks, only highly caffeinated and sugared drinks. For those not keen on sodas, there will be sweet tea. If you ask for water, we will assume you are on fire, and bring out a hose to put you out. Wait, this is a bacon joint, so you'd be in the middle of a grease fire! We will instead bring out salt, baking soda, or the appropriate extinguisher to put you out.

Oh, and you would have to sign a release form stating that, if you were harmed by anything you ingested or encountered in the restaurant, that you came of your own free will, and would hold all employees, owners, and denizens of the restaurant harmless, and perhaps remember them in your will. :)

While I was looking for an image to head up this article, I found this. I want one. I almost feel bad that I wasted my opportunity on a lesser burger today. Damned diet....