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I spent some time yesterday running instances with Elentari. She’d recently hit 85 and was all shiny and ready to hit heroics. I ran her through Ahune the Frost Lord (hello haste cloak!) and then thought “I have time to run my daily heroic” and queued up. I notice that healers have the call to arms buff (or whatever it’s called) and figured that I shouldn’t have to wait too terribly long for my queue to pop up and get started.
Sure enough, within a couple of minute my queue flashes up on my screen and I find myself looking at the Grim Batol loading bar. Now, this instance can be a nightmare if the group is careless/doesn’t know what they are doing, but I’m down with it. I mean, I’m a fresh 85, but it’s not as if I don’t have experience healing this zone as a new druid. We start the instance and the third pull the tank falls off the edge. I have no idea how this happened, but there you have it. Of course, PuGs are now too good to use CC *ahem*, so all of the mobs are running rampant and we naturally wipe.
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Folks, I’m tired. Literally exhausted – as opposed to metaphorically exhausted. Although I suppose that there is a a little from the later as well. However, I was up most of the night with a toothache last night and so if I seem slightly incoherent or completely off my rocker, it’s because I’m pretty much fueled on 100% caffeine right now. I am also craving a calzone, but have no clue where to obtain said desire from my office. Anyhow, let’s move on to the musings, shall we?
We are currently working through out last Hard Mode – Heroic Ascendant Council. And I’m going to be brutally honest here, I’ve about had it with the fight. To the point that I almost don’t even care if we kill the damn thing. And here’s the kicker – our failing is 100% our lack of execution in phase 2. I find that I’m completely out of words to say to people short of “please just stop fucking up and pay attention to what is going on around you, because if you fail this mechanic one more time, I swear to christ I’m going to reach through my monitor and chew your ass in person”.
I mean, I’m at a loss. The second phase of the encounter is 100% about personal responsibility – and there is no one that can control that aside from the player responsible. And it’s frustrating the ever living hell out of me. And you know what, I’m going to just go ahead and say it: phase 2 of this fight is just fucking stupid. There. That felt pretty good. I get that fights should be challenging – and I enjoy that. But there gets to be a point where too much is too much, and encounters cross the line from fun and a “challenge” to ridiculous and frustrating.
I feel that this encounter has reached that point. Any fight where one person’s error can irreversibly fail your raid, is not fun. It’s just not. Should there be consequences for failing a mechanic? Yes. Should the failure of one individual cause the entire raid to end up on their ass, and running back for another attempt? No. I do think that consequences should be devastating – but I also think that you should have at least a chance, even if it’s tiny, to succeed with strong teamwork should an error occur. It is not fun for the person struggling with the mechanic (and knowing they were the reason the raid wiped), nor is it fun for the raid.
Not only that, but with Firelands breathing down our neck, I’m feeling incredibly pressured to push us through this monstrosity of a fight (pun intended, har). And to continue being honest, it’s taking its toll on me and I’ve found myself not only growing increasingly negative – but becoming a person that I don’t like in the process. After last night’s raid, I literally needed to step back and re-ground myself. Remind myself of my own goals, who I am as a person – and how I want to be as a leader.
I’m all ears if anyone has tips or tricks they use to keep people from blowing each other up during Phase 2. Lord knows I’m neck deep in frost orbs and chain lightning right now. Read the rest of this entry »
This is completely not druid related. Whatsoever. Actually it’s only tangentially WoW related for that matter.
Last night I finally got footage of Valiona and Theralion to put together a guide video for the encounter (I actually got footage of Nef too – but we lost our add tank about 5% and I was summarily smooshed by the adds, so I canned the footage and figured I’d try next week…which pretty much turned out to be a huge mistake). I was pretty excited about it and had planned to work on the audio recording tonight when I got home from work. However, apparently Friday the 13th and my computer had different plans for me.
This morning when I went to log into my computer and check the forums before heading to the officer, my computer completely locked up. It let me log in just fine. But then everything froze. I was able to ctrl-alt-delete and select “task manager”, but once the selection was made everything froze again. So I restarted my machine.
Only it didn’t restart.
I got an error message telling me that it could not boot and that I needed to insert the boot disc and try again. Uh. Okay? So I simply attempted to restart my machine again. And got the same error message. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK. This is NOT happening. It just can’t be. Mostly, because I can’t deal with it happening right now.
But it is.
I got Brade out of bed, as I started to panic, and stated “just so you know if this isn’t fixed when I get home, I’m pretty much going to lose it”. To which he gave me a look that could only say “are you fucking kidding me woman, I’m not a miracle worker here”. Which, you know, is fair. Because he’s not a miracle worker, and pretty much knows less about this shit than I do. So as I left the house for work, already 10 minutes later than I should have, he was lovingly unplugging SATA and power cables to my hard drives and plugging them back in to see if it was just something loose causing the problems.
And so he loaded my PC up into his car so I could come by and pick it up on my way home from work and deliver it to our local computer shop. Because there was no way I was going to be able to lug that monster alienware case down the stairs to get it to my car. Hell, I might not even make it from my car to the door – which would have resulted in me having to be a complete weenie and embarrassingly go in and ask one of the repair guys to come and fetch it from my car for me.
Of course, Brade, knowing that I’m pretty much a ticking bomb with the stress of the upcoming move, let me know that he’s going to try to make time to deliver my broken computer during his lunch for me. Which means that the computer guys can start diagnosing it faster. It also means that I don’t have to be that wimpy girl and fail at being able to move my own PC from point A to point B.
Now, my biggest fear is that my hard drive is fried. Not that I can’t replace it, because that’s really not going to be a huge deal. In fact, I can get a bigger, faster hard drive in its place, which would be cool. But rather because I haven’t backed up anything on that hard drive…ever. Yup, I’ve 250 gigs of un-backed up shit. You see, this PC didn’t agree with my ancient external hard drive, and I was pretty much too cheap/lazy to get a new external for back up purposes – and thus I have no external drive holding all my precious shit that I don’t want to lose. So if my hard drive is toast (which I’m really hoping isn’t the case), I’m going to have to pray that the geniuses at the computer shop and recover some of my data. I am also going to be swinging by costco tonight and picking up that 1tb external for seventy bucks that I’ve been looking at for the past two months and saying “you know, I really should pick one of these up in case something ever happens to my machine”.
But that? That’s not even the WORST of it. No, the worst of it is that in preparation for the move, I’ve already packed all of my back up discs and programs. Yes, they are now living in one of probably half a dozen different boxes. So if the issue is a kaput hard drive, I’m going to have to go unpack in order to get my machine set back up again. My windows discs, my office discs, photoshop, vegas, etc. And I’m going to have to redownload FRAPS and that program that found after searching google that let me extract and read .ogg files. Set up filezilla again so I can upload onto the server hosting the guild website – and pray I took good notes for which passwords went with which thing. Not to mention that I will have to re-install vent, which means trying to recall exactly wtf my administrator password is.
So, as you can see, pretty much just a huge fucking mess. That I pretty much can’t really deal with right now. I mean, obviously I can, but really? Not so much.
At least I’ve got a laptop that is almost as powerful as my desktop to work with in the interim? The silver lining, I suppose?
But it also means no Valiona video until the repair guys are done holding my machine hostage and I can get everything back up and running again. 😦
It’s easy to forget that there is a person with feelings on the other side of the avatar.
It’s easy to forget that you often have no idea what’s going on in someone’s life outside of the game.
It’s easy to forget that lack of insight means that you don’t always know how someone’s going to react.
It’s easy to forget that even the thickest skin still has soft spots.
It’s easy to forget that many times you should think about what you say before you say it.
It’s easy to forget that text doesn’t always translate well.
It’s easy to forget that people generally don’t like an asshole.
It’s easy to forget that often times people have the best intentions.
It’s easy to forget that cattiness wears people thin.
It’s easy to forget that sarcasm is often missed.
It’s easy to forget that discussion is healthy.
It’s easy to forget that compromise often leads to success.
It’s easy to forget that things don’t always go as planned.
It’s easy to forget that everyone makes mistakes, some are just more visible than others.
It’s easy to forget the good and remember only the bad.
It’s easy to forget that sometimes it’s incredibly lonely at the top.
It’s easy to forget that often times those that work the hardest are also the most underappreciated.
On Being Completely Off-Topic – Most of today’s musings don’t have much of anything to do with WoW, so if you came here looking for something druid, or WoW, related you may want to check back tomorrow! Today I’m going to talk about the family of squirrels that have been living in the wall of our apartment.
This whole Squirrel Saga started back on April 1st – which is oddly fitting when you come to think of it. You see Brade heard what he thought was a squirrel fall down our chimney. We called the office to inform them that a live squirrel was in our chimney only to be repeatedly told “sorry, we can’t do anything about it until Monday”. After listening to it bang around and cry for 24 hours, we decided that “waiting until Monday” was insufficient.
The long story short – Brade and I ended up contacting someone to come out and remove the squirrel from the chimney. Only to find out that it’s not a squirrel that had fallen down our chimney – a momma squirrel had gotten into the wall behind the chimney and had nested. So there was now a momma squirrel and 3-4 baby squirrels living in the wall behind our chimney. The banging we heard were the baby squirrels moving around, and the crying we heard were them letting momma know that they were hungry.
Somewhat dissatisfied with how things had gone to date, we figured we’d just get it resolved quickly so that we can move along with our lives. Only that didn’t happen. Not only did that not happen, but on my first call with our apartment’s management the woman made me so angry that I immediately called Brade and told him that I wanted to move. I hate moving.
He told me to wait a day and see how I felt then.
So I waited a day. In fact, I waited over a week and a half to hear back from the apartment management (who was going to contact me “tomorrow”) on how they were going to resolve this issue. And still, we heard nothing from them. Finally Brade called them – deciding that almost two weeks was pretty much sufficient time for them to have gotten back to us. And after that phone call calm, level headed Brade called me to advise me that “that woman” (the apartment management) was “a piece of work”. Not only did she deal with him poorly – but she actually hung up on him. HUNG UP. On a four year tenant.
Many phone calls later, including a conference call with the apartment management and a conference call to the corporate office, everything is still pretty much unresolved. Well, that is not entirely true. Brade and I pretty much resolved to move. And now, 17 days after the original incident, our resolve to move is still pretty much the only thing that has been sorted out.
We went out this weekend and searched high and low for a new place to call “home” and were fortunate enough to find a new place (squirrel free! and with 24 hours maintenance 7 days a week!), where we will be moving at the end of May. (Oh God – the packing).
Why am I telling you this? Partly because the saga of the Squirrel has been dominating my life for the past 17 days. (No, really, it’s driving me nuts!). But mostly because I wanted to let you know that if I’m somewhat sporadic over the next month it’s because I’m packing, scheduling the appropriate appointments, and pretty much in a constant state of panic about the upcoming move.
If you email me, it may take me longer than usual to get back to you, so please don’t be offended! The same will probably go for replying to comments the closer it gets to our move date. Also if I seem grouchier than usual – don’t take it personally! Just blame the damn squirrels!
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When I was a kid my parents had the Easter Bunny deliver me my very first two wheel bike for Easter one year. They had probably saved for months to be able to afford it, and had likely stayed up until three in the morning assembling it – complete with training wheels, banana seat and flowered basket on the front. My dad took me out that day and helped me up on it, and watched me wheel around completely in love with the gift.
After a period of time, it was decided that I had become proficient enough that it was time to take the training wheels off of the bike, and let me have a go on my own. I remember my dad running behind me holding onto the back of the seat as I peddled furiously. Knowing that he wouldn’t let me fall off the bike, I felt uninhibited. I was a big girl now, look at me go!
Of course, it was only a short time after, as I peddling around in a circle around the parking lot, that I looked over and saw my dad on the far side of the lot waving at me. It took my mind a bit to connect that if Dad was standing over there waving at me, he most definitely wasn’t holding onto the back of the seat anymore and I was riding the “big girl” bike all by myself! Yes!
Days went by, and then weeks, and I went out and rode my new bike around the parking lot (by myself!) without incident. Mom or dad, or sometimes even the friendly neighbor lady from upstairs would keep an eye on me and cheer me on as I peddled along, content as could be.
And then one day it happened.
I mean, it was bound to happen, right? You dont learn to ride a bike without a scraped knee here and there. But up to this point, I’d never really fallen off of my bike. Truth be told, this is probably a very good thing because I’ve always pretty much been a wuss. However, it was inevitable that at some point I was going to take a spill. And sure enough, I did. But not only did I manage to take a spill, I somehow managed to fall into a parked car with a dented bumper (only me…). A scraggly thing, with sharp edges.
In addition to scraping my knee, I cut a massive gash in my right index finger on the bumper of the parked car. And it bled. Profusely. And I panicked and started screaming, sending my mom, dad and the neighbor lady from upstairs on a mad dash to see what had happened to me. As parents do, they got me all patched up, and calmed me down. The cut was bad enough that I still have the scar on my finger to this day – but I also still have my finger.
Of course, the entire incident shattered my confidence and I refused to ride my bike again unless my dad would come out with me and make sure I didn’t fall off again. In fact, I was so terrified of falling off of the bike that I would constantly look over my shoulder to make sure that he was still there and hadn’t pulled his trick shenanigans making me think he was there but really not.
However, as time passed, so did my fear of falling off the bike again. I regained my confidence and was eventually back to peddling my way to glory all on my own. To this day I’m still terrified of falling off of my bike, I am still a giant wuss, but those things don’t stop me from getting on a bike. I didn’t quit just because I fell down, in fact my parents made it a point to make sure I didn’t quit by dusting me off and putting me back on the bike – even if I needed the security of my Dad’s help for a bit.
Hey Beru, great story! But this is a WoW blog, what exactly does this have to do with anything?
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In light of everything that’s been circling around the blogosphere lately, I thought that perhaps it was time to get to the bottom of it. And I think that I’ve got a fool-proof method for solving the problems that we’ve been seeing! Honest!
You see, being a child of the 80’s (yes, I had mall hair – MOCK ME IF YOU DARE!) we had a definitive guide for how to behave. Someone to help us understand that you can’t always judge a book by its cover and the teach us to differentiate good behavior from bad. (See! The 80’s had more than just kick ass fashion, Aqua Net and Madonna!).
Who was this guide, this muse, this purveyor of such a wealth of information? I’ll tell you my friends, it is none other than the fabulous John Hughes. (Snigger all you want! The man was a genius!).
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHO JOHN HUGHES IS?!?!?!
Well…that explains a lot! If you are scratching your head confused, head to your nearest blockbuster and rent anything of his pre-1990 (preferably with Molly Ringwald)! Be educated by the master of how to treat people!
The Fool Proof Method! The next time you have the urge to be a bit controversial in any medium, be it your blog or twitter – before you act, ask yourself “What would John Hughes Do?”.
And then remember how awful you felt for Molly Ringwald as she stitched up that pink dress only to have to go to prom alone. Of course you should then relish the awesomeness that is Ducky – and learn the lessons that Andrew McCarthy learned the hard way. But hopefully by now you get my drift!
In all honesty, you could do a lot worse than follow some semi-dated, yet still relevant, advice from the 80’s!
Oh – and stay off my Aqua Net!