How does this even happen?

Remember the other day when I said that my guild was on hiatus?

No, that didn’t change.

But the week before I *gasp* offered to gear my priest up since replacing DPS would theoretically be easier than replacing a healer (and with the exception of Tir, we’ve had pretty crappy luck with recruiting healers in the first place).

I was told, no, I should stay on the mage because my damage would be difficult to replace.

Awwww, how sweet.

Didn’t see that coming

As I posted earlier, I was looking forward to trying the QUEST (which apparently involves a draenei porn star).

Log on Thursday evening bearing bad news – Tir’s semester is winding to a close and he’s slammed with homework/studying.

The GM/raid leader was less than enthused, but understood that school is at least slightly more important than wiping all night.

I was on about 30 minutes prior to raid.

There were 4 of us logged and ready to go.

I ran out to the island and popped into the inn. I had my flasks, my feasts, my pots.

Greener Pastures

Hopefully.

The grass is always greener on the other side, but in my case I think the grass was greener EVERYWHERE.

The Sahara has greener grass. Mars has greener grass.

Raiding on Saturday was terrible.

I use the word “terrible” loosely.

Abysmal. Horrendous. Catastrophic. You get the idea.

It was decided to let the druid healer (punk kid) bring in his hunter and let a new (to the raid but longtime standing guild member and nice guy) take his place as healer.

This post is brought to you by the letter F

In the grand tradition here of bitching and moaning about something only to see a drastic improvement in the next few days, I bring you the Fuck It rant.

Fuck it.

I want to raid.

I log in to raid.

I spend my weekends thinking that LFR looks really good.

This weekend?

I should know by now

If I want to see change in this world, I just have to bitch and moan and whine and complain.

After I did my post the other day about the guild being a bit… stagnant, everything changed.

Everything was fine, apparently they had pugged a couple people in the Friday raid that I couldn’t attend (too busy trying to kill friends with under-cooked fried chicken) and they had moved in to the guild.

It was looking like we had enough to be able to just about fill our own raid.

Our problems were solved, yay!

Bitching, moaning, and complaining always work!

There were plans to come back in to the raid later Sunday evening so I logged to cook some lamb chops (yum yum) and came back in time to get my invite to the raid.

And watch a scrolling mass of players logging in and immediately leaving the guild.

Squishy Feels

Warning: Whining

It seems like I always start the new year with vim and vigor and a lot of “RAWR! Let’s DO this!”

Not so different in WoW. Late December I managed to get my BoA inscription staff upgraded twice by doing dailies on alts to gather VP. This meant I was able to leave Arioch’s meager stash of VP untouched. It also meant that I didn’t really have time to add to that meager stash…

But I was having a good time (even if I did whine a lot on Twitter) and really felt like I accomplished something when I was able to equip the 2/2 upgrade. The cute little paintbrush tail is only trumped by the fact that I can now keep up with the people 10-15 ilevel ahead of me.

However, I can only keep up with them when we actually raid.

Prior to MoP we had a couple dramatic incidents whereupon the dramatic people left in a dramatic swirl of drama. Upside? No more drama. Downside? Significantly reduced roster.

PSA: Ninja or Not

Warning: Long post!

So via a Twitter link, I stumbled upon this FaceBook page dedicated to naming and shaming the ninjas of the WoW community.

For those of you who don’t want to log in to FB, here’s the image of the post in question:

Yeah! Damn that monk rolling on cloth!

As a mage and a priest I fought boomkins and restos for a long time over cloth pieces. Now I have to fight with monks over it too? Where’s my pitchfork and torch?

But the armor specialization makes it stupid for leather wearers to roll on cloth…

Dramaz!

Sorry for the odd posting times, just not organized enough to get shit done the night before.

This post doesn’t really have a purpose, just me rambling about current dramatic events.

I got to raid again on Tuesday!

But first, back track to last week, when I also raided on Tuesday.

That raid was not the “normal” Tuesday raid. The “normal” raid was postponed to Friday so that a certain someone, we’ll call him Raid Leader B, could attend.

Note – Raid Leader B is the guy that insists on dragging his wife, Mage M, along to raids even though she can’t DPS her way out of a wet paper bag. Strangely, he has the backing of Officer K, who used to raid lead the more progressive group and normally required that raiders pull their own weight.

Intermission

Still pretending to be a parent to Tir’s son so still no time to log on. (My parental status will change by or before July 7th. For those of you that just can’t stand to not read me in my WoW absence, I do have a blog chronicling my experiences: www.iknowwhymotherseattheiryoung.wordpress.com . No hurt feelings if you don’t check it out.)

I do make an effort to raid one night a week.

So here’s how that’s played out:

April 6th – told them I wouldn’t be there.

April 13th – sick as a dog, told them I would return the following week.

April 20th – “oh, we thought you weren’t raiding at all for the next couple months so we replaced you.”

Do not want (more)

(This post will make no sense unless you read yesterday’s.)

Shut the front door. Hold the fucking phone. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

Just the other week I filled out his little questionnaire on the guild site and was pretty clear that I was NOT willing to change specs.

I don’t like playing fire. I’ll try it again in MoP, but right now I can’t even stand the way it SOUNDS. Yes, I don’t like the playstyle or even the basic sounds of the spec.

Immediately I was irritated. When angry, my damage either spikes up or plummets. It was a downer night.