Thinking Thoughts on a Thursday

I wish shoulder plates were toggleable like helmets and capes. All these poor level 70's with shoulders so tall that no one can see their face unless they are flying directly over head.

This morning I woke up and expressed my shock that someone had ACTUALLY READ what I wrote. My younger brother(a female blood elf hunter) said sarcasticly "They are BLOGGERS. This is what they do." I suppose. But my inner 10 year old is still estatic that someone on the interweb noticed me.

Bags!... Bags! How I hate not having bags. Yer out killin the boarpigs and the pinkskins and the scorpids....and you kill like HALF of one and you have no more space. I swapped to this server because my youngest brother(a female blood elf paladin) wanted to play with some friends of ours who already have an established guild. BUT WHERE ARE THE BAGS?

I feel like a pirate without rum.

I did find a bag off of a wild icky near that cave where all us wittle orclings start at, but then my wife stopped killing boarpigs, and looked over at me all cutelike with boar guts on her axe and grunted sweetly and OH CRAP SHE TOOK MY BAG.(okay so I gave it to her but if she looks like that it might as well be stealing for all the power I have).

Now I'm back to beatin on things with my rockstick and wishing I had a bag.

At least I have shoes now.

Well thats all for now.

mfd.

p.s. How the heck do you appease an enranged demon using blogger? Maybe I should ask the awesome squishy who wrote this. Now thats someone who knows how to handle people.

The Cat is Out of the Bag

I wonder where that expression comes from? There is this fabulous book that can tell you, only I forgot the name of it. Next time I come across it I think I'm going to have to buy it. Anyway. I was going to wait. A long time. Maybe forever. I don't like people coming up and hugging me, smiling and saying congratulations, or asking me questions. But Damm was talking to his recruiter about insurance. And he mentioned something that he should've told the recruiter was non-repeatable, because 5 minutes later the recruiter told Damm's mother (I have no earthly idea why he's talking to her-I keep forgetting to ask). After that I had to tell my mother. We haven't told any extended family members because there are quite a few here celebrating Damm's mother's graduation and that would be the worst form of torture I can imagine. So yeah, I'm knocked up again :P And this time I'm getting the t-shirt. "It" is due August 11. I have not been to a doc...

So I won't forget ..

"I'm a little hunter short and cute. Here is my bow, Here is my boot. When I get all worked up then I shoot!" And I can't come up with the last line. Needs to rhyme with the little teacup song.

A tanking guide.

Here is the situation: Your guild has been busy all day long while your at work. You finally get home and log in and are informed that the GM(and main tank) is about to leave and you are now assigned tanking duty. You start to panic. You don't know what to do. And agro is already spiralling out of control. Ever been in that situation? I have. So I decided I would write a guide for this very situation. Step 1) Are the appropraite debuffs up? Step 2) Do you have the tools? Step 3) Are you practicing the fundamentals? Step 4) Are you prepared for the long haul? And Step 5) How to finish with a resounding silence. Are the appropriate debuffs up? You absolutely MUST have these debuffs up to start and you need to keep them up. There are only two of them and here they are in the order of priority: a) Clean Diaper. If Orclette's Diaper isn't clean you won't be able to contain the agro. I don't care how good your other fundamentals are. This is a MUST HAVE and should be chec...

Two, and three.

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