Anything you say…

We are a seriously fucked up crew.  It’s delightful.

And my guildies will tell you I only post things that make others look bad.  That’s totes not true, here’s me being a floor tanking nub:

I take entirely too many screen shots of my character.  And…Ori’s character.

Icecrown gets cold, okay?

I am a terrible rogue.  Terrible.

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Identity Crisis

me:  I am still not sure what to do with ILB post-Cata.  I mean technically, I’m not priesting right NOW…
hunters aren’t very bubbly
achloryn:  who the hell cares? it’s your blog. Call it whatever the hell you want, even if it doesn’t fit into the title of the blog
me:  BUT THEN IT DOESN’T MATCH CHRIS
 achloryn:  SO THE SHIT WHAT?
 me:  SO IT BUGS ME OMG
 achloryn:  SO OMG YOU’RE BUGGED
/flail
/snark

My friends are so fucking helpful.  :P 

ILikeBubbles actually started while I was in the midst of a character transition.  That was from holy paladin to disc priest, however–two classes instrinsicly linked to bubbles.  At the moment, however, my main is a hunter, and with Cata stretching before me, I have no idea what I’m going to be playing. 

Many people in SiB seems to be in the same boat.  “Well, what are you doing in Cata?”

“I don’t know.  What are you doing?”

“It depends on what everyone else is doing.”

“What does the guild need?”

“I don’t know.”

One or two people have stauncly declared ourselves while the rset of us stand around akwardly.

Waiting.

“We should recruit while people are cutting loose of dying guilds, and then when people are flooding back.”

“Yeah.  But what do we need?”

“…not tanks?”

“…”

Some Jokes Never Get Old

Oh, GChat.

achloryn:  idk if the word was ever passed on, but last night went fine and dandy. Arthas took us 3 tries, but we got him just after 10 last night.
 me:  Sweet!
Oasic has his Kingslayer? 
achloryn:  yep, he does
as does al
 me:  Yay!
 achloryn:  and… someone else i think who didn’t have it? i forget
oh! Temnyi! rofl
 me:  lol
Now it’s my paladins turn!!!!
…I kid.
 achloryn:  tell you what
let’s help soltaris get his ret gear a goin
and you can tank with me next week
 me:  Oh god
 achloryn:  you know what that means right?
you get all the fun assignments…
abom duty.. shadow bitch.. kiting ooze..
 me:  Hey, OT Bitch is my specialty and always has been.
 achloryn:  tbh
MTing putricide is harder, and a lot less fun than the abom
 me:  I get to suck and play with balls, I’m okay with this
I mean
 achloryn:  ……….LOL

ETA: When talking about the above convo with someone else:

me:  hehehe
Linedan:  that’s OK, somehow one of our RLs’ husbands got on Vent last night and explained that the Frozen Throne is actually just a pile of dried Arthas semen
me:  …oh my god
 Linedan:  yeah, he’s got a stash of Playghoul right behind it
and, y’know
not much else to do up there
 me:  I…guess?
 Linedan:  which led me to snark
“What happened guys?  I thought we had that attempt going good.”
“Eh, the warlock pulled agro and got hit by Money Shot right in the face.”
 me:  …lol!
 Linedan:  “Shit.  Warned her about standing there.”
“I’m not standing in bad, I’M FUCKING COVERED IN IT EWWWW”
 me:  I now can’t think of Defile the same way
 Linedan:  my job is done here
/fingerbuff
 me:  and now we know why he has all the valks up there at his beck and call
Really, he’s just trying to drop us off the ledge becuase we interrupted him
 Linedan:  makes you wonder just what he’d do to Tirion frozen in that iceblock
<echo> “Squeal like a hog, paladin.”  </echo>
 me:  …
 Linedan:  what?  maybe he caught a late-night showing of Deliverance and got some ideas
 Linedan:  who are we to judge, right?
 me:  LK fight, ruined forever
Linedan:  I’m why you can’t have good things.
 Linedan:  your new guild name, “Covered in Bad”
 me:  amg

Why I Continue to Play

I am definitely someone who plays for the people, not the purples.  I have dragged many of my WoW-friendships outside of the game–onto Twitter, onto gtalk, into IRL.  We do talk about the game a lot, but sometimes we have rather heated debates over mundane topics.  Like, oh, salad dressing.

Pixelated Executioner: …but other than caesar, there is no dressing more wonderful than blue cheese. MY BUFFALO WINGS MUST BE TREATED TO THE BEST, DAMMIT.
Me:  …
RANCH
RANCH IS THE ONE AND ONLY GOD OF DRESSINGS
Pixelated:  BLASPHEMER! YOU WILL BURN FOR ALL ETERNITY! TURN, FOUL HERETIC! TURN!!!!

Life is better with CAPS OF (FAUX) RAEG.   My life would be a lot more boring without these nutty WoW people in it.

The biggest shame is not recording the 3 am vent conversation about the state of Evee’s testicles…

I…wait, what did he just say?

I know I can be dirty as hell, but damn. Poor Argent Squire.

Genuine Post with Actual Content (TM) coming later today or tomorrow!

ETA: Ky would like you to know that Ky took this screen shot.  :P

Post? Post.

I spent most of my writing time today doing boring things like writing up minutes for guild meetings where half the time was spent saying the same thing three different ways.  So here, have a filler post:

me: I’m going to write a blog post about how mean you are
kotakh.lizly:  cool
kotakh.lizly:  woudlnt writing a blog post about how mean i am…against the new blogging rules tho ?
me:  I DONT CARE
kotakh.lizly:  ICALL DKP PENALTY ON YOU!!
 me:  YOU CANT
 kotakh.lizly:  pfft….GUILD MEETING
where’s Kyr when you need him
 me:  NOT BEING MEAN TO ME
 kotakh.lizly:  must be polishing his totems…
me: …

Seriously, Kotakh is SUCH A MEANIE HEAD.   He was joking about going to join another guild and stuff and he just picks on me a ton.  :(

Also, briefly touching on the whole “sensitive blogging issue”:  while I’ll avoid naming names in most cases (except for HAR HAR ANDY FORGOT RF type posts), if you don’t want me to blog about you being an asshat?  Don’t be an asshat.  Or…whatever.  Fill in the blank.*

*This mark said flippantly.  The author does indeed have some vague sense of tact and what to avoid posting, but admits a weakness for cranky snarking.  As no one has shanked her yet and recruits continue to trickle in from the blog, she assumes she can’t be too far off the mark.