standing at the back in my sissy robe

July 17, 2009

Friday Roundup

Filed under: Sweets for the Sweet,World Beyond My Naval — Tamarind @ 12:59 pm

Round Up of Stuff

1) Most importantly: I have stepped away from Arthas. You can all breathe a sigh of relief. First of all I denied it could really be as bad as it was; then I was angry that it was that bad; then I bargained with the internet and tried to give away my copy; then I felt dirty and depressed with myself for having read it at all … but now I’ve accepted it, in all its awfulness, dealt with the fact I probably gave myself some minor psychological damage through reading it … and I’m movin’ on!

2)The Dwarven Gentlemen’s Club has a mighty four members. Tally ho! Naxx awaits! I’m continually surprised, actually, by how fun it is to the play game this way. Normally my preoccupation is climbing the levelling ladder and, although I do take time out to smell the peacebloom, I’ve never dithered around quite this comprehensively before. The fact we are all in it For The Lulz takes the pressure off in a genuinely liberating way. Also, there’s no two ways about it, being a huntard (and I am, a total, total huntard) is the most fun in the world. Me and my pig BFFs. Also the sound of guns firing (in the game obviously) is unbelievably satisfying. Perhaps it’s merely a childish enthusiasm for big bangs but I don’t think it’s ever going to get old.

The activities of the DGC involve, mainly, huntin’, shootin’ ‘n’ fishin. Or standing next to each other saying “Tally ho!” and “Jolly got shot old man!” or “Spiffing gun!” We have done some quests, but only of the killing animals and delivering beer variety, the former because we are, first and foremost, hunters and the latter because we are thoroughly decent chaps. My trade-skills are way up there as well. Not caring about levelling gives you both inclination and opportunity to fiddle around, collecting copper, making guns and learning to fish. I usually find trade-skills a bit of a grind (Tam hates mining, but I suspect he quite enjoys hating it, he’s that kind of person) and I’ve always suspected life was too short for fishing but my dorf is awesome at both. So the Trophy Cabinet (aka guild bank) is full of guns and fish. As it should be. I look forward to our first ninja. It will be such a disappointment for him, unless he’s a longjawed mud snapper fetishist.

3) Quite a while ago, I wrote about our (unsuccessful) attempt to 3-man Ramps. It has now Gone Down, to much cheering and dancing, and the success was all the sweeter for the previous failure. It felt as though we truly earned our loot … although embarrassingly we were so busy congratulating ourselves we, err, we kind of didn’t open the chest. We’ve moved onto BF, and I have high hopes for our 3-manning future. I’d like to do them all, you know, at level, properly. We didn’t have time to finish BF because life intervened but the run had its moments.

Me-the-tree: okay folks, watch for the proximity bombs
M’Pocket Tank/Lock: BANG
Me-the-tree: Did you just stand on a bomb?
M’Pocket Tank/Lock: I was checking to see if it was a bomb.
Me-the-tree: By standing right on it?
M’Pocket Tank/Lock: Yes.

And my personal highlight.

Brain: Ofuck! The warlock is losing health, the tank is fine … she must be under attack *looks around wildly for mobs* *frantic tree waddle* (the frantic tree waddle is becoming a familiar dance to me these days) What’s going on? *Panicky rejuvenation*
M’Pocket Tank/Lock: Sorry, accidentally hit hellfire.
Everyone else: …
M’Pocket Tank/Lock: MWAHAAHAAHAAAAA!

Actually, putting any teasing M’Pocket Tank/Lock aside for the moment, the weakest link is still me. Sometimes I just totally lose control of my HoTs. I can always tell because it’s feels as jarring as hitting a wrong note when you’re playing Guitar Hero but unfortunately I always seem to do it when the tank receives a faceful of fire. My leaves droop with shame. I am a bad tree. *shuffle*

4) Yes, Tam is still stuck in a tuxedo. I very nearly accidentally healed UK the other night. I’m a bit high level for it anyway but when the desperate, pleading whisper came through of course I said yes. And I was just throwing myself on chickenback when I remembered I only had blacktie and a belt recently acquired from questing, so I had to bow out sheepishly. The group probably thought they’d had a lucky escape.

Round Up of Links

So, I guess any commentary on the blogsphere this week has to start with this simply gorgeous post by Elnia over at The Pink Pigtail Inn. With all the bitching and moaning I do around here, it’s important for me to be reminded that I play WoW because I … y’know … love it. This is a genuinely moving and poetic post. Also he quotes Richard Lovelace which is a win in every conceivable way.

Speaking of love and shared enthusiasm, Pike at Aspect of the Hare wrote an excellent post on the joy of levelling. It made me really happy to read it because there’s so much emphasis on endgame these days and, actually, getting to 80 is a journey worth enjoying. Every time somebody says “the game begins at 80″ a baby murloc gurgles its last gurgle. Say it with me now: I do believe in levelling, I do believe in levelling…

It’s been such a great week for blogging. Frost Is the New Black is celebrating a blogversary.. Obviously I’m a blogging noob and only discovered this wonderful blog fairly recently. This is a a really charming, meditative, hopeful post about the past and the future. And to think, darling, if I hadn’t been clicking on random links on other blogs….

There’s a rather melancholy post over at Wow Musings about the influence of friends on playing the game. I, too, have lost WoW friends over the time I’ve been playing and even though you can always find new kindred spirits, in Wow, as in life, the people who leave take just a little bit of colour with them they go. Weeping into our tea aside, I do like the post because it acknowledges the huge importance of people on the pleasure of the game.

And now! Bring on the funnies! SQUEEEEE!Murlocs (sqeelocks?) from Beru over at Falling Leaves and Wings.

I am dead on the floor from this devestatingly funny two parter on the T9 druid gear over at Rolling HoTS.

18 Comments »

  1. Cheers, good chap! I find it quite drole that I happened upon your blogging establishment in approximately the same fashion! Har har har!

    Comment by krizzlybear — July 17, 2009 @ 5:07 pm | Reply

    • Spiffing, old bean! Smallest virtual world I ever met!

      Comment by Tamarind — July 17, 2009 @ 8:55 pm | Reply

  2. I like the idea of a guildbank being a trophy cabinet, rather than a shared place for “useful” items.

    The random guild I got invited to for 5 gold a few minutes after creating my character is very empty these days — I never see anyone of the 12 or so members online except myself and Khoa. The guildbank limits me to taking only two items per day, which I have been using to steadily remove the stacks of oily blackmouths someone put in there and level my alchemy by turning them into something slightly more useful. I’d put said water breathing elixirs back in the guild bank, but I know nobody would use them…

    Comment by Kiryn — July 17, 2009 @ 5:57 pm | Reply

    • Well, at least you’re *getting* something out of your Guild, even if it only oily blackmouth, which is more than I am. Guilds are such a business. I think being Horde doesn’t help, due to the lower concentration of players in general. Still, you two seem to be doing extremely well on your own. You’re a PUGing, levelling machine :)

      It is a guild rule that nothing useful (unless it’s a gun) is allowed to go in the Trophy Cabinet ;)

      I think the other rules are no chewin, no spittin, no ungentlemanly behaviour.

      Comment by Tamarind — July 17, 2009 @ 9:00 pm | Reply

      • Well, this is hardly the first time we’ve done this. We’ve started over on new servers/factions and leveled to endgame, in about 6-8 weeks, by way of pugging instances, at least four times by now. Every single time, he’s been a pally tank, and I’ve been something healing-capable so that we only need to find DPS for groups.

        The only reason we haven’t left the guild is because its name isn’t too objectionable, and at least it protects us from random other people who see our guildless names and ginvite us out of the blue without even saying so much as Hello.

        I’m tempted to use my two-item-per-day limit to gradually clean every item out of the guild bank. I’m a very slooooooooow guild bank ninja. If you don’t stop me in the two weeks I require to empty it out, maybe you deserve to have everything taken =P

        Comment by Kiryn — July 17, 2009 @ 9:16 pm

      • Yes, I got that from the your blog. Why do you keep starting afresh on new servers? Or do they just uncover your nefarious intent and run you out of town ;)

        Ahaha, I think taking items out of the guild bank at a rate of 2 per day is kind of the opposite of ninja-ing. After all, the ninja is quick and deadly and you never know you’ve been ninjed until it’s too late. Whereas you are guild bank ivy – creeping over it verrrry veerrrrry slowly :)

        Comment by Tamarind — July 17, 2009 @ 9:41 pm

      • One reason, mainly. We like 5-mans.

        End-game doesn’t really support continued running of 5-mans once you’ve outgeared them. Raids are lame, have to be scheduled and take too long. We just want to log in, decide on a spur-of-the-moment instance, and go finish it reasonably easily in an hour or less.

        BC was nice. We could keep AoE-farming Shattered Halls for months, using the badges to buy an ever-larger assortment of gear comparable to what the raiders were getting. We have high hopes for what 3.2 is doing to the badge system.

        Also, starting with nothing and building yourself up to awesome is WAY more rewarding than starting an alt and just mailing them a hundred gold and four netherweave bags right away.

        Comment by Kiryn — July 17, 2009 @ 11:45 pm

  3. DGC sounds like a lot of fun. :)

    Comment by Hatch — July 17, 2009 @ 5:58 pm | Reply

    • Thank you – it is, although entirely silly. We’re currently on safari in The Barrens. Getting there was a bit hairy but now we’re in our element shootin lions, and tigers and bears (oh my!).

      We took down a kodo, as well – good huntin, what what, old chap?

      Comment by Tamarind — July 17, 2009 @ 8:58 pm | Reply

  4. Hee. The bomb dialog is honestly made me laugh, and brings back some memories.

    On my first ever Blood Furnace trip, we had a gnome mage who had been there before and warned us of those bombs. Being a dutiful tank, I made sure to pull back when a bomb was dropped. Afterwards, the little mage slapped some protective spell on (it’s been so long I honestly don’t remember which) and said she’d go clear the bombs. So she hopped on top of one and — BLAM! I giggled like an idiot while our healer reassmbled her. She didn’t try that trick again. ;) During a later trip, I think on heroic, I being the tank as usual and therefor endowed with the most health decided to “disarm” the bombs with the same method. Pounce on one bomb, pounce on the next, pounce on — BLAM! “Wait for heals!” scolded the healer as she ressed a very sheepish bear.

    In the right group, nothing spices up an instance trip as laughing at each other’s nutty screwups!

    Comment by Feralan — July 17, 2009 @ 6:45 pm | Reply

    • Ahahaha … I don’t know what it is with mages but the amount of times I’ve been running BF and there’s been a bomb on the floor and the mage has piped up “I’ll get it! I’m dressed in very little armour and have 2 hit points! Never mind the heavily armoured guy behind me.” BOOM! Must be all that spellpower, goes to their head and makes them kamikaze.

      Yes, you’re so right, when you know each other well and you’re confident in each other’s ability to actually play the game – the mess ups suddenly become a world of fun.

      I remember we were on the last boss of AN and the warlock who was leading the party was very kindly and very seriously explaining to noob!me how the fight would work out. Except halfway through he accidentally hit one of his keybindings and attempted to drain the life of the boss.

      It wasn’t happy.

      Thankfully, though, due to his careful explanation we did survive.

      Lots of fun afterwards though: “great pull, man!” “sorry, didn’t realise you wanted to lock-tank this.” And so on :)

      Comment by Tamarind — July 17, 2009 @ 9:37 pm | Reply

  5. Thank God you escaped Arthas with your ability to constitute sentences in tact. Thanks for the link to the silliness on my own blog. Glad I made you giggle =)

    Comment by Sylly — July 18, 2009 @ 12:25 pm | Reply

    • Well, as much as I ever had that ability. I guess I should have put more points into the talent really.

      And my pleasure – it was a pair of gloriously gigglesome posts, I loved them both :)

      Comment by Tamarind — July 18, 2009 @ 2:51 pm | Reply

  6. Readers, do not believe him. He is a *very good tree indeed*.

    Comment by Claire — July 18, 2009 @ 4:45 pm | Reply

    • This is very generous of you considering you keep dying…

      Comment by Tamarind — July 19, 2009 @ 12:11 am | Reply

      • Well, I was given to understand, by *someone not a million miles from here*, that frequent – and often comedy – dying was one of the occupational hazards I signed up for when I agreed to (learn to) tank….

        Comment by Claire — July 19, 2009 @ 7:19 pm

  7. “a longjawed mud snapper fetishist”

    and you wonder why the perverse searches like ‘gay night elf porn’ end up on your blog?

    You practically invite it in :P

    Comment by uke — July 18, 2009 @ 8:27 pm | Reply

    • *hangs head in shame*

      I’m a hospitable person…

      Comment by Tamarind — July 19, 2009 @ 12:14 am | Reply


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