I’m about to be pwned by the real life raid boss – I’m in the office today.
Note that my boss is not the raid boss, it’s the actual feat of going into the office that’s going to wipe me.
I anticipate high repair bills.
Filler post today, most likely filler post tomorrow as I recover from being in the office and then leading a raid.
In case you non-rogues were wondering what the traps in ICC look like, here is a snippet courtesy of my rogue husband.
It’s the kiddy-pool looking thing in the upper left.
They’re frigging huge. Apparently they can also be slow to spawn on the screen when the rogue is cruising the room.
I hear a warlock’s Eye of Kilrogg is capable of seeing them as well.
If you’re living under a rock, you may have missed out on the changes to the armory.
Pretty snazzy stuff over there!
First thing I had to do was set a default pose.
There is some code to allow you to insert a quasi-real time image of your character onto a website, but wordpress.com frowns heavily upon much scripting and I can’t get it to work.
So here’s one of the last shots of me in full T9, 11 more Emblems of Frost and I’ll be sporting my Mardi Gras shoulders.
Yes, I am shirtless.
One good thing to come of the GearScore fad:
I receive random epeen stroking from total strangers upon zoning into Dalaran!
I finally got GearScore Light to satisfy my morbid curiosity.
I’ve yet to really see a correlation between a high GS and good performance or a low GS and poor performance.
If anything, the only correlation I’ve been able to make is that a higher GS is more likely to be attached to a asshat or douchebag of a player. Not in all cases, but it does seem to lean that way.
I discovered this week that I am scary.
While reviewing the roster after my promotion to Guild Master the other week I noticed one of my mages had disappeared.
I was a little disappointed. The guy seemed really nice, took instruction well, and seemed genuinely interested in improving.
Turns out he had run with us once or twice back in the Naxx days and was a little intimidated by me.
Now back in those days, I never spoke in vent and hardly ever typed anything in raid chat.
I was a good, quiet little mage, did as I was instructed and would acknowledge that I understood my assignments.
(In before “What the hell happened?”)
Not real sure how I was scary back then, my DPS wasn’t all that and a bag of chips, arcane had yet to receive love from the developers.
He joined the guild when we were starting ICC and came in with us on a 10-man while we were on Lady Deathwhisper.
By this time, I was freely talking in vent and was probably leading the raid with one of the other officers.
I noticed he was using an outdated arcane rotation and told him about the new one.
I told him over vent.
And he figured out that I am, *gasp* a WOMAN.
Can play his class, lead raids, and I have tits?
Triple threat, baby!
Then I was promoted to Guild Leader.
It was too much for him.
He went /gquit.
Reason given: I’m intimidating.