dreaming on

Apparently, Colorado lost my unemployment claim. I'm going to have to call them tomorrow and cry on them. Still job hunting, but haven't gotten any interviews yet. I guess the current job market isn't too great for people with next to no experience and way too much education.

OTHERWISE I'm playing World of Warcraft like a crazy thing. We need 70 Hordelings before the expansion hahaha maybe. I'm sad we don't have 70 Hordelings now -- this little guy drops off Ahune and he really needs to be Reth Reth Reth's guild mascot. :\

1. Why would someone put a single bolt of silk cloth in a level 175 lockbox?

2. This Gray Bear that I fought clearly has a tongue. I can see it. So why doesn't he drop Gray Bear Tongue? I should take a screenshot and complain to a GM.

3. After an SM Library run on Kirin Tor, I have insecurity about my druid tanking. A, at least, no one complimented me, and I know there was at least one really chaotic fight where I totally failed to keep the Houndmaster's dogs off the priest -- I FAIL AT LIFE SOB.

...so today I had a weird dream. I no longer remember what the situation was, but somehow my sister, my father, and I were... in Duskwood. (Anyone who knows World of Warcraft now knows that this is not a good dream to be having.)

We stumbled onto this large manor, and someone who can't possibly be either of my relatives because they don't play WoW starts saying that she doesn't remember this manor being in Duskwood before. There are some people around the house -- maids and servants -- some of them clearly long dead, but still standing, hovering, waiting. We don't find anything useful, and then one of the maids in the kitchen starts screaming and screaming and doesn't stop, and we all run. The servants all shiver and vanish as we make it to the road.

Then we're running down the road and encounter Stitches. I'm trying to figure out what level he is, because I think that we can kill him, but everyone else thinks we should just run. But we were close enough that he noticed us. Fortunately some draenei guy comes by and kills him before he can chase us and hack us to pieces, and everyone on the road claps. But then it starts pouring, and there's a lot of lightning, so we veer north off the road to try and find shelter, and there's an abandoned shack there. Inside it looks, startlingly, like a modern room, and nothing that would have come out of Duskwood.

I realize that it's my cousin's room.

We recognize shoes, clothes, DVDs that belong to her and her family, even though everything is dark. I start going through every drawer and hiding place in the room, trying to find some clue of what happened to them. And meanwhile it's pouring and thundering and there's this cat on the dresser watching us. (I'm actually stockpiling my cousin's clothes to bring with me when we leave, because some of them are really nice, and she probably doesn't need them anymore.) The stereo and stuff still work, even though they should be long cut off from Darkshire's electricity that it doesn't have and it doesn't seem like anything chased them out or killed them there...

Then I get a call on my cell phone, someone desperately asking me how to get to us, because this place is full of zombies and wolves and monstrous abominations. I can barely hear them over the storm and I don't know who it was, but I told them to meet us at Darkshire, to follow the road east, use a map at www.wowhead.com...

Then there was an immense crack of lightning that came down right on the old house, and it shook, and then fell apart right on top of us.

So we started running again, heading for Darkshire... And I woke up.

Ironically, I would rather have my birthday remembered as the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina than as Michael Jackson's birthday. I mean, yeah, it was a tragedy. But that guy's just embarrassing!

I already have some shinies. ♥

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For those of us who haven't heard the story yet, NAMINE suffers from a minor problem which I'm pretty sure is battery-related. (It's an internet problem, but it only happens when I'm running on battery power -- and when I'm on AC power, even when the battery is at 100%, it lists itself as still "charging"? Whatever. She hates AIM etc and it needs to be fixed. All I have is GTalk at work!)

I call tech support last night and explain the problem, adding that I've been disconnected from online games when the problem occurred. "Oh really?" says the technician. "What kind of games?" I attempt to explain MMORPGs, then just tell him World of Warcraft.

"Hey! Alliance - or Horde?"

I tell him both, because my mains are Alliance but I ♥ the Horde.

"That's great. I'll tell you what, because you said that, I'm gonna give you all the help you need. We can't have your internet dying while you're in a raid."

We talk about PVP changes and servers while troubleshooting. A service man will be coming to my apartment, but in the meantime, I was left with the heartening message--

"Let me just say thank you for calling Sony Customer Care, and always: 'For the Horde.'"

Oh god, and I'm missing the 1.9 WoW patch. *cry*

Attn: Those members of Ghost Children who went to sleep at reasonable hours

There was a raid gathering of HC, EE, Surreal, Ascendance, et al. They were going to essentially gather a PUG to take down Azuregos. Several members of our guild, including wy1d and redziggy, elected to go. They downed Azuregos apparently in one try (he must be a TOTAL pushover is all I'm saying) and he dropped three epics and a few blues.

Of the three epics, one was the quest item Mature Blue Draogn Sinew, and the others were [Snowblind Shoes] and [Drape of Benediction].

Although Ziggy wasn't allowed to roll for the sinew because he didn't have the twig to start the quest, GC walked away with both the epic drops. Annalynn won the cloak and Tarouq won the shoes -- and he won the Prophecy Gloves earlier today. XD

It was crazy. And the mental image of all those uber guilds going back amongst themselves and muttering about how those Ghost Children got all the good loot makes me very happy.

Folks, we're awesome.

Dear World,

Yesterday my hair was fucking AWESOME, I looked GREAT. I couldn't find my real camera so I took some pictures with my handheld PC but those always turn out very fuzzy. My interview was ALSO fucking awesome, it's right on a bus route I can get to easily and both of my interviewers seemed to think they would just give me the job failing an amazing candidate in the next bunch, and we had discussions about Google taking over the world and Japanese movies, so if after all that bonding they don't hire me, I will go back there and shoot them.

Now I would appreciate a call back, and less schoolwork.

Love,
Kay


Dear Blizzard,

Endgame instances are awesome and I'm loving the Prophecy that drops off Gehennas, but I really needed the mana regen ring from ZG more than Tylendel did. He's a warlock. He can make his own mana at the drop of a hat. I kind of need to be healing people.

Love,
Kay


Dear mojojessjo,

Dolphins have been taught to sing the Batman theme song.

Love,
Kay

I still *heart* my game.

OP: 99% of this game's problems would be solved if you simply removed the graphics from the game and made the whole thing text based. He goes on to explain why, in the doing mocking my favorite race, wtfsir.

There are many similar posts along this line, such as
"You wake up. The room is spinning very gently around your head. Or at least it would be if you could see it which you can't. It is pitch black.
>inventory
You have:
a splitting headache
no tea

It is thoroughly wonderful and oldschool and such. But my absolute favorite is when one of the notorious Blues gets in on the action. Caydiem, a Blizzard Community Manager, responds with the following.

Welcome to World of Warcraft!

You are standing outside the Orgrimmar bank. Bonfires burn merrily up and down the street. There is a mailbox here.
( You also see: Atauren, Gudhealr, Beefsteak, Rottin, Voodootrol. )

Had a conversation with Marc (marcthepoolboy) just now that reminded me of this gem from the WoW forums. *heart*

Bigguns casts Boob Stare on you.
You are afflicted by Boob Stare.
....[you cannot do that while staring]
....[you cannot do that while staring]
....[you cannot do that while staring]
....[you cannot do that while staring]
You die.