There is nothing exciting to write about, I’m sitting at work playing solitaire trying to decide on a chicken sandwich or turkey wrap for lunch. WoW is reserved for later today, no thinking about it right now. We are going to give Kaz’rogal another shot and hopefully we won’t fail miserably again (people need to learn to run away when they run low on mana for chrissakes). I’ll update this thing when I find something interesting to say…
Archive for October, 2008
Dear Vice Presidential Wannabees…
I have a bone to pick with you both. First, Governor Palin; who the fuck do you think you’re kidding? Do you seriously think you have what it takes to be second in line for the most powerful seat in the world? You were governor of Alaska for what, two years? There have been Republican candidates in the senate that have taken shits longer than that. You’re a publicity stunt. A damned effective one, but one nonetheless. What irritates me about you is your complete lack of comprehension of your own status. You know how Paris Hilton carries a little dog in her purse? You are that dog to John Mccain’s Paris Hilton. Now don’t get me wrong, you’re doing well. You’re smoking hot (well, comparatively) and just plain adorable in small doses. But listening to your “Don’cha’noe” accent for more than a minute or so at a time makes me want to headbutt an infant. The women of America don’t support you because they relate to you or because you hold views they agree with, they support you because you’re pretty and portray a “no-nonsense” attitude. You’d be a perfect character on some show on Oxygen, but VP? I don’t think so.
Dear Senator Biden, you pompous annoying prick. Watching you last night on the debate with Governor Palin got me thinking “Gee, listen to how he talks, he sure is an arrogant bastard.” Do you listen to yourself talk? At least she sounded like a normal human being and not some alien robot from the Planet Shitdontstink. You made the debate more boring than I could have ever imagined. Please, never talk again. Use little cards or speak through Barack but NO MORE TALKING.
Now, I cared about the points raised to a certain point but after 15 minutes I wanted blood. I wanted to see Senator Biden pull the stick out of his ass and bop Governor Palin on her cute little head with it, or see Katie Couric come out wearing nothing but a bikini with a swimming pool of creamed corn and challenge Palin to a wrestling match. Seriously. Please? But no. Instead I get to hear 2 people talk about this and that and establish ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. They did nothing to help the opinions of voters. Instead, they wasted my Thursday night. You bastards made me miss the second episode of Season 5 of The Office. Every channel had these bastards on it. So instead, I had to concentrate on wiping 3 times on Kaz’rogal due to people not knowing how to RUN THE FUCK AWAY WHEN LOW ON MANA. In retaliation, you two get no votes and I hope you both get hemorrhoids. In the mean time, I’ll be checking out foreign real estate. So long and thanks for all the fish, fuckers.
WoW Burnout or Sleep Deprivation?
So yesterday I logged on to just mess around and maybe finish up some of those “Champion of the Naaru” quests that I still have. I don’t really need the title, but I’d like to do it just because it’s something to accomplish. Well… I doubt it’ll happen with the patch so close, but that’s beside the point. I logged on after running for 3 days straight with somewhere around 2 hours of sleep a night. I didn’t feel quite “tired” per se, just a little weary and aware that I would need to go to bed at a reasonable time. Then I get a whisper from a guildie, “ZA?”. Now normally I would jump at this oppurtunity. ZAis not only one of my favorite dungeons but we came so close to Bear Mounty goodness last time that I knew we could get it this time. But…. As soon as someone whispered me, I just felt like I got hit by a truck. Literally. Picture sitting at your computer enjoying yourself when for no good reason, you get crotch-punched by your modem and the ceiling falls on your head. That’s about how I felt. Head-achy, tired, sore, and a little constipated (OK, that’s exaggerating a bit). So I let them know, I was too tired tonight and that I didn’t think I could do it. Now… Why the hell would I feel fine one moment and feel like shit the next? It was like the whisper for ZA was a Pavlovian trigger to go to sleep (for those of you that don’t know what Pavlovian means, think dogs, bells, and look up Pavlov. Still don’t know? Too bad, I’m continuing.) But what worries me about that is this: Is it just me being tired or is it that I was so averse to raiding another night (WoW Burnout) that my brain told my body to put on the brakes?
WoW and WoW Blogs, the missing Moo
So… I’ve been MIA on the blog scene for a while. Mainly due to the fact that I got bored with blogging about WoW. I mean, I write about WoW, which makes me want to play. If I’m at home, I then stop writing and play WoW. If I’m at work, I can’t play so I need to stop doing whatever makes me want to…. *sigh* It’s a vicious circle. Anyways, I’m back now because all my other distractions are currently inaccessible.
Last time I wrote here about raiding, my guild had only gotten to Gruul and wiped horribly. Well, I can safely say that now, Gruul is one dead giant. In fact, so is Magtheridon, Void Reaver, Solarian, Lurker, Tidewalker, Rage Winterchill, Anetheron, and High Warlord Najentus. Yeah, we’ve come pretty far. We had a downtime in there in which we kinda stopped raiding because… well, things weren’t going well and we stopped rather than spend hours sucking. Now we’re back and last night took down Rage and Anetheron on the first attempt. Only wipe was on Ane’s trash due to some massive spike damage on the pally tank that we weren’t ready for. Other than that, the night went smoothly and we plan on taking out Khaz’rogal later this week.
So yeah, the reason I even thought about writing again is that some people in my guild have seen this blog and commented on it (especially the fact that I’m so foul-mouthed, they were caught completely off guard). So I started it back up and might actually have some funny or interesting stuff to write about soon… you know, instead of this bullshit news anchor crap I’m writing now (fake, news anchor laugh followed by fake-after-laugh sigh). Thanks for joining us, we’ll see you at five.

