Lessons missed

Kindergarden was, as far as I can remember, a good time. Learned lots of important stuff like how to take a nap on a public futon, phonics is just not for me, duck duck goose is the best way to pick on the kid with the broken leg...you get the idea. It was also the first place besides the soccer field that I really recall being told the importance of goals.

The most important lesson learned? Sometimes the fact that you have a goal overrides the goal itself.

Applied to life it is a worthy goal to save money. It is not so worthy if you stop paying your bills to save more money. (Have yet to try this, maybe when I dump my phone and they can't call me to complain).

Applied to WoW it is fine to raid or pvp or do arena (yuck) but don't forgot to have fun. For probably about a year my goal was to raid, to down bosses and collect phat loots and that goal, while a fine thing in itself, was overriding the purpose of a game: to have fun. Last night changed that. It was the most fun I've had in a long long time. There was laughter, threats of who was going to be guild leader, driving of seige engines into the wrong buildings, and lots of death, 1 boss down in 2 1/2 hours and it was the best. Considering there are really only 7 or 8 people left in the guild that I know and run with I was worried that a: we would never raid again and b: that it would so unlike what I'm used to it would be not so fun. Hot damned I forgot what fun was. Best part?

We downed the 1st boss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Without all those people who are probably thinking "oh you losers" and those people who would have yelled and complained as we had fun killing every single thing and building we could. Without the pressure and the gear worries, the dps fights and the egos. Our biggest problem last night? Personally I was laughing too hard and ran into a couple of walls but honestly that's not such a bad thing.

Career Day

So everyone has gone through the Career Day hell. People ask you what you want to do with your life and then give disapproving looks when you say fighter pilot or park ranger. Well instead of being a neurochemist I have decided there is a better option.

Piracy.

Oh yeah, I went there. Wait for it...still here.

ARRRRRRRRRRR!!!

It's official the buccaneers are back and dumber than ever. At least back in the old days they had cannons, now they're just bullet receptors for Navy Seals. (Stupid pirates)

But now with all this exposure does it become a viable Career Day option. Back in my elementary school days if I had said pirate I'm pretty sure a scolding would have been soon to follow. Now may be a different story.

Besides if it's good enough for Johnny Depp it's good enough for me.

:)

Ideas are Good

Sometimes I get ideas that are good ~ ie the time I took a little trip to Maine for pie I saw on the Phantom Gourmet. Very very good.

/Dreams of all things blueberry

Other times there are idea that while they don't lack creativity there's just something not quite right with them ~ (in other words going for a walk along that Blackstone Canal pathway and then getting too tired to walk back to my car but it was really pretty as I inched along the trail at sunset).

/Dreams of sunsets

I've been kind of lax in my adventurous cooking lately, Lo Mein Surprise aside. So when I found a recipe to make my own pita bread that did not call for any ingrediants that are not staples in my pantry there was a good deal of 'Yahoo'. But that was not the selling point. Neither was the fact I get to cook the break in a frying pan, though that was pretty high up there. Nope the deal sealer was the pillowcase.

Yep, the pillowcase. I'm the crazy lady who bakes with a p/c.

/Cue inherent and demanding laziness that changes words to letters

Apparently after frying the bread and drying it off (or something to that effect) it gets to sit in a clean p/c for a bit to do some bready stuff, like quantum physics or analytical geometry.

Oh yeah, I may just have to skip family Easter dinner to revel in the bread p/c madness.

/Wishes for just a moment there was a cosplay Bread Lady outfit to match the p/c

Happy Sunday. Yum Yum donuts! Happy Easter and all that good stuff.

Oh Great and Powerful Oz

What is the city doing with my hard earned money gone to pay taxes? Well, I found out. Really I'll let you be the judge as to whether this is a good use of my $900 every quarter.


All I can really say is...WTF???????

(Clarification: I live on a dirt road save for about 15 feet of pavement about dead smack in the middle of it. FYI they didn't sweep the pavement.)

Practical Experience

It is important. Don't let anyone tell you it's not. Examples: I watched an ungodly amount of Food Network when I still had cable. It was fun to watch and I thought very educational. Then I decided to start cooking more than reheated Chinese food and found out no, it wasn't. Burning a few (or maybe 10) omlettes, making charcoal chicken and bricks that should have been crumb cake were educational. I've gone from following recipes to the letter to experimenting while listening to the ever present I-Pod and reading while also playing with the cats and dog.

Another example? Writing. I've been in college forever and before that was an overdose of highschool where dissecting stories (and less fun things like frogs and cats) was required normacy. College even more so. "Identify the devices used, name the internal and external conflicts, blah blah blah". Then along comes a couple of back to back short story ideas while I am in the downsloap of my novel (still titled Wrimo 08) and I figured 'what the heck, might be a nice break and I can come back in to the end of my book with a clear head and fresh ideas'. Then came the actual writing part and I had more questions than tools to use.

"When should the conflict be introduce?"

"What's the lest annoying way to start a ss?"

"Characterization, how much and when is it too much?"

"Expo or dialog? What would be more effective?"

I'm having a lazy Thursday so that's all I'm typing but you get the picture. I can pull apart someone's ss with half a brain but man writing one is a bit tricky. BTW college should have taught this. English majors usually want to be writers, editors or teachers. But where is the practical Experience?

.....Then again I have a habit of sleeping and or not even showing up to most of my classes since I was about 16 so I take part of the blame. :)

Moral of the story is? I should get back to writing and research and stop goofing off on my blog. Well that's a lie, I'm actually immersed in a new anime "Natsume Yuujinchou" right now. But still, eventually there will be practical experience!

Is it propganda or just good sense?

I am a book nerd. Scratch that. I am a book fiend. Not as dangerous as those other fiends but don't get between me and my books or expect death and pain.

:)

For little less than a years nearly all of my book fixes have come from the library. Request is a wonderful thing. I haven't actually read all those books, I just being them home for a visit. Sick? Maybe.

Then I read the market reports for Borders. (Just Borders. As far as I'm concerned Barnes and Noble can kick it, evil ugly horrible color scheme store.) They were not doing so hot. And then the next one, and the next said pretty much the same thing. (In the mean time B&N has actually made PROFITS. The bastards.) But I am on a budget. Cookies are accounted in every week. Books are not. People on book and writing blogs as well as book forums began the call.

"Buy Books! Save the Books! You don't want them die do you, you heartless bastards!"

Or something to that effect.

Is it true? Should the cookie, tea and sushi budgets get rolled into one and become the book allowance? This is of course dependent upon having space for more books. But still, a good question indeed.

Elsewhere in the world there was the safety dance. I fail at the safety dance. Always have. Why? I don't want to run around with everyone else I want to shoot stuff. It be my job. So in heroic Naxxramas (that would be 25 person fun time) we came upon Heigan the Unclean and decided to smite him for wearing a very silly dress. Plus he's, you know, unlcean. So we did. I did not die as is normal. In fact no one died. 25 people managed to do the Safety Dance. With the craptastic lag Blizz has never fixed.

Go Knights and Symbi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The How to Safety Dance fun.

The music that video should have had ><

Now back to not writing! Err....I mean writing!

Edit: Who the hell doesn't love the midget? I'm just saying.

To be or not to Be

I am still alive. For the most part anyways.



Lately my life has been ruled by chilling with my best friend on WoW and trying to muck on through the skyscrapper like pile of books that the library keeps letting me take out with a little bit of writing thrown in(but more freaking out than actual words on page).



Perhaps it is the season, the month, the fault of that bastard rodent in Penn but I am plagued today with ennui.



Ewwww, the french disease.



Last night we pulled together the majority of the Naxxramas group that started on Tuesday, (Go Go lifebloom and tankadins) and ran through the Military wing. This makes it almost official. When we down Patchwork hopefully sometime tonight before the officers meeting I will have cleared all of Naxx. Woot! Here's hoping the cute little puppy dog drops my new pants!



<-----really doesn't want to run Heroic Halls of Stone for lesser pants when still running UP for trinket (that I keep losing) ><



Now I've played a hunter for just over 2 years. I remember the first time I looked up what the hell Freezing trap was supposed to do at level 40 something (*cue embarassment) and found out how awfully fun it is to CC things. Not only can I do it, I have spent the last 40 levels doing it. I love making things into popsicles. I feel useful when I do it and I find my skills rust real quick if I even skip a week of practice. Now with the freezing arrow there is a whole new mechanic of ranged CC that I find both really fun and really really freakin annoying.



Back in BC days I would spec as Beastmaster for raids and Survival for the rest of the week. At 50 gold a respec people can't really wonder why my lazy 'never doing dailies ever again' butt was always broke and selling anything and everything I could get my hands on. Back then Survival had no raiding chops and on the off chance I went into a heroic with the asshats who thankfully left the Knights their hunter would always whisper me about how he was killing me on the damage meter. At the time I didn't realize how much that bothered me despite the fact I was usually double trapping (1 cause I don't even think he new he had traps and 2 to piss off the tankadin goodnaturedly of course). However last night I realized something and it is bothering me.



/puts on warm fuzzy feeling sharing hat



/story time



Survival is now not only raid viable it is the dps spec (and trapping *loves and hugs). Granted the double and triple trap talent is no longer around but still timing is everything and I can blow alot of things up with a smile and some colorful commentary that I am glad doesn't make it onto Vent. I was keeping an eye on Recount to see if I was getting any closer to my dream (maintaining 3000 dps) and not for the first time I noticed where I was on it. I was first. That should have made me happy seeing as how I did not pulll aggro from the tank and I was placing my aoe trap in the right places for it to affect multiple mobs.



It didn't.



There are many reasons I think, the fact my gear is meh, the other hunters who started out raiding Naxx when I was on my 2 month hiatus know the fights I'm still learning, my own good Catholic guilt. Needless to say I wanted to cut down on the damage a bit but it would have been noticable and an insult to the others. Damage is after all what I am there for.

Lately I have had this bleh feeling about my hunter. At first I attributed it to the fact that spring is almost here and with it my long days at the park and hiking. Then I figured I was just too caught up in dreaming about my trip to Japan. Trapping really isn't necessary anymore as all tanks have aoe's now and can hold multiple mobs so that may be part of it. Whatever it is I find myself straying, eyeballing other classes and thinking hmmmm that looks fun.

So I am leveling up a tank. A bear tank to be exact. I figure I can bump out a couple levels before breakfast dailies (woot for sleepy women and copious amounts of coffee, oj and cereal), and hopefully get a bear tank ready before the guild completes the upcoming Ulduar raid. While I do have a healer in the works honestly I like making things mad and then killing them, I don't have the attention span for healing. At least not right now.

Will this work to cure my ennui? Maybe, maybe not. Will I ever dump my hunter completely? Hells no! Taberth shall live forever or at least as long as the servers are active. In the near future I'll be releasing gorilladin back into the wild (hopefully he'll trouce everything and become a king of Feralas) and will be slaughtering the Wailing Caverns to befriend a Windserpent. Never had one, always kind of wanted one, figure we'll take one of the pretty ones for a test drive.

As for everything else? Meh

/rails at the boredom of Saturday morning

/quits halfway

It's just one of those days.