By the number

Four hundred seventy nine.

Once again, that would be four hundred fucking seventy nine.

479.

FUCK.

/rage

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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.

Might as well

Tuesday’s raid sort of ran out of steam… and by steam I mean people. So I might as well post.

Tir’s been having a rough week so missed raid as he was passed out before the raid even started, meaning we were out our strongest healer.

Our normal (new) hunter was MIA for something in RL.

We did have a new warlock to replace the last two we burned through in rapid succession. We need a warlock vending machine. Hell, I would be happy with a Healthstone vending machine.

The warrior was busy, but his girlfriend was playing his character. (Much better than she normally does but she was even more talkative than normal. I don’t think she took a breath the whole night.)

We were short our normal heal and DPS spots on top of the absences.

Almost an hour after raid started we had a temporary hunter, a resto druid, and an ele shaman.

Off to Throne of Thunder!

Embarrassment

Things were going so well.

In a new guild.

Making progress with a nearly full roster.

Then the healers that were supposed to join disappeared.

And so did the next pair.

And the next.

So we slogged through a few weeks of Horridon with various PUG healers; all having their own strats, their own opinions, and apparently all having the worst internet connections in the world (judging by the number of “disconnects” we endured).

The funniest thing about all the PUGS we went through, was that the guild was actually functioning appropriately – we were in the right spots and the right time attacking the right targets, it was the PUGs that were all over the board in skill.

And then it happened.

Tir made a tough decision, but one which I am very proud of him for: there are more important things in life than progression raiding.

He told his 25-man guild that he didn’t have the time available to devote to raiding 4+ nights a week and he left.

There should be an account achievement for an absurd amount of faction transfers. That’s right, he came back home to the Horde. (I don’t care that he started as Alliance, he belongs over here under the red and black.)

Not only did he come back to the Horde, but he moved over to Area 52 and brought all his characters into the guild – including his paladin healer, which we desperately need.

So we had an established roster of 9 and a filler healer lined up. We went in to Jin’rok and were already chatting about our Horridon strat now that we had some competent (and consistent) heals.

Except we didn’t get there.

As Promised

I said yesterday I would provide an update on how the raid went last night so here’s a post!

But first, another really stupid thing I’ve done in WoW!

Yesterday I talked about leveling up cooking on my DK (who got his 522 neck last night, FYI) for the express purpose of making mogu fish stews for the mage and getting cooking points at the same time but then I realized that the fish stew was a 600 recipe so I basically just wasted time.

*deep breath after that run on sentence*

Last night I realized I had been doing something STUPID for the past couple of weeks with my priest.

Two Plus Two Equals Potato

In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s patch day! 5.2 is loading. Check out MMO Champ for a tidy list of changes.

OK, I admit it, the title is a little misleading.

(Because we all know 2+2=pistachio, derrrr.)

The title implies that I may have had a problem with math.

But I really didn’t.

The math was just fine – great, even! I conclusively proved that a weapon drop was not, in fact, an upgrade for me.

No, the problem wasn’t with the math at all.

My blunder fell squarely in the realm of “garbage in, garbage out.”

You see, I’ve been using the adorable inscription staff, the one with the cute little paint brush tip. I even went as far as to force two alts to grind for valor so that I could have it upgraded without Arioch having to pay for it.

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?

Patch 5.2 Already?

In case you missed it: https://twitter.com/Bashiok/status/301013346717663232

I have oodles to say.

Don’t really have the “ooomph” to write any of it right now.

In brief:

Guild went in to raid on Saturday and we cleared up to Elegon.

Wiped a couple times on the sparkle dragon before calling it.

Came back in on Sunday.

I never learn

(Warning: Tangents and whining and very little WoW abound here.)

So the other week I posted about how bitching and whining makes the world better.

At least, it makes my world better. YMMV.

All was well in the world that week until Friday.

Friday.

“Yeah, we need you to come in to the corporate office on Wednesday. We’ll be taking the train in.”

Well.

Fuck.

My hair had shifted from a bright purple to a muddy pink. And my roots! The horror!

Immediately call my hair dresser.

Thankfully, she’s a friend of the family and can squeeze me in on Saturday morning.

Important things taken care of, I’m ready to head into San Francisco.

Oh, except I have to lug my laptop in with me.

Surprise!

I’m not dead!

Not much going on around here so I’m not sure why it never seems like I have enough time to write… I keep getting these great ideas and sometimes I forget them and sometimes I toss them on Twitter and sometimes oh look a squirrel!

Speaking of squirrels, I have stumbled upon a secret monk ability.

I haven’t played much of a monk yet, but a quick perusal of their ability list shows items such as Tiger Palm and Flying Serpent Kick.

No where is there mention of this ultra-super-secret skill.

I have dubbed it Squirrel Stance.

We haven’t been raiding much, and I don’t really pay much attention to what other people are doing until it starts directly impacting me – like when I’m sharing Jasper Chains with someone.

Imagine two scenarios: