Two, and three.

I'm a survival hunter because I want to have +15% agi. I like having HUGE amounts of a single stat. It makes life simple and fun. So I toil along up through the talents trying to slowly spend all 30 talents so that my agi will be huge. I like the speed of leveling and the way I can just sit and farm things dead easily without much regen. I'm poking at my hunter plate though now. I pick up my fork and stir everything around a bit and then glance over at the other dishes. Dang it.I -almost- miss my shaman at this point. I say almost because if I started playing my shaman again I would cry from lack of guild chat. And leveling another one? No thanks. [the above was drafted about tuesday the 29th of april. As of thursday night I was a markshunter 12/BM 4 headed deeper into BM] I'm not poking at hunter much anymore... I'm going to swap my Eightdeaths out for something more -me-...and I'm going to do that dang orphan quest. This is what qualifies for a saturday post... me...

[Begin transmition from the past] Last night was fairly enjoyable as I spent the majority of my evening testing out my new mic. All our comps are now Vent capable and happy, even if Wulfa can only occasionally whisper due to near-by sleeping Orclette syndrome. A while back Matt mentioned that he writes his posts in advance, and I was thrilled with the idea. And then crushed when I found out that Blogger didn't have that feature. UNTIL NOW. There is much rejoicing. So this post was only written an hour early...but be warned this earlyness will soon be stretched and plodded into a huge mass of endless words thrown in to the future by my very own time machine. The world will quiver/quaver before the might of my time powers! For I am THE NURSE. Nurse Who. Congrats to the Owarf. Now you can get it on with more than just the steel-flattening-ladies. My goal for this weekend is to have my oncall cellphone ring less than three times and to get to level 30(35). We'll see how this works....

Today's post should be happening at 12:00 noon. I'm playing with somethigng awesome .

So Green Pox decided to skip Black Fathom Deeps. We went to Razor Fen Kraul last night. And right off the bat we noted a significant problem. We entered the instance. Killed a few pigmen. Turned the corner...and I pulled 4-6 of them. All of them 3-4 levels higher than the highest person in our party. And here is the problem.... we didn't die.... we didn't get close to dying.... I told everyone to run(and wulfa did) and -still- they didn't do any damage. I had solid hate on them and watched in stunned silence as the elites dropped one by one. Well screw this! We proceded to drop trash and boss mob alike with ease*. ------------------------------------------------- One of the bosses has a cute mental trick.....here is Raaksi's view(paraphrased from what I remember this morning): I was healing along and then -blam- I'm getting hit. I glance down and see Abuto. Sweet she's got the mob. Back to healing. [ice sound] Oooo an ice trap! And it wasn't broken? Cool, Ab...

I'm not a poetry person. I slogged through that portion of English and got good grades but I just couldn't see the sense in dissecting "An Ode to an Urn" or whatever that piece was called. So there is no danger of me suddenly breaking into song or verse. Now research papers were just awesome ..... My priest is lvl 22. Yippee! She's not leveling as fast these days because I've been very busy re-reading Harry Potter. It's my first re-read. I held off reading them at first because there was a huge controversy over whether or not Christians should read them and besides, I was reading LOTR and in general I don't read the humongo bestsellers. (I never read the Da Vinci Code, any of Oprah's recommends ... etc. ...) But one day, soon after my orclette was born, I felt like I had run out of things to read. And I desperately needed another world to escape to because mine was boringly dull, intense in the amount of work required, and not much sleep to fuel it...

So for the Haiku thing I actually had to read what a Haiku was etc. And I had a sudden realization. Some of the 'broken' free form poetry I thought I liked was actually Haiku..... Below is an example of me attempting to reproduce this without realizing the rules. I find this humourous in a 'ooo lookit a melee Haiku-tard' way: RAT SNIPER Hunkered down in the bushes snow falling all around rifle at the ready hunter on the prowl not so much hunter as hunted winning the battle losing the war hiding from the geese Rat in on two legs twitching as the great cats stalk sprinting for cover crouching to not be seen Stalking the pack listening to the campfire chatter *crack* silence then screaming blood one falls many scrambling a rat takes another look another round into the rifle another cat marked in a folder the snow falls the hunt starts tents empty into the night fire leaps on to torches cats angry fearful hiding hunting rat tense successful running hiding long night many fo...

Why do we do this? Seems broken and so silly, this written haiku. Maybe it is like chasing pixels with pixels, relaxing and fun. But fun with structure rules confining all the words like raid D.K.P. Fun for a short while, irritation if long term. Sigh, back to work, bye. ----------------------------------- And in response to me quoting: To express oneself in seventeen syllables is very diffic My brother came up with: seventeen terse words do not fully express my deep irritation

Didn't play last night due to taking a break and getting sleep and such all. Not sure right now if I want to play tonight either. We'll see. I'm feeling a strong urge to get out the PS2 and level up my Disgaia characters. Which won't happen but it shows I'm wanting to play solo grind mode. Work is so mindnumbingly boring at the moment. I was actually -glad- that a coworker had to go home early leaving me her work. Turns out you can only read so many blogs/comics before your brain starts crying. If I had all the money in the world I would design a room that had empty white walls, and a carpet floor and random carpetted steps leading up out of the floor or down into the floor but going no where. I would put a single grandfather clock in this room and make sure the room had lots of natural light but very little actual sunlight(ie: light but no heat). This would be my quiet thinking napping room. Thirty hours a week is perfect. Not sure who designed the 40 hour ...

We didn't do a whole lot of playing over the weekend. I think Dammy hit 22, I hit 21 with our Alliance characters. And that was it. I woke up this morning to find that my computer's main display, the one that you can put a picture on, was completely different. I checked to see if it was a different user and it wasn't. My brother-in-law had been playing music last night and I contemplated opening his door and pummeling him, then decided that would be too much effort. I hate stuff being messed up in the morning. My cheerful, can deal-with-anything mode hasn't been turned on yet. So this weekend at my lovely bookstore we had at least one interesting event occur. Certain magazines were left in the men's bathroom and the lone male working last night was going in, gloved and masked, to retrieve them. Apparently someone else got to them first, and this person decided that they looked a little dry and proceeded to water them. Stunned and not sure what to do, the co...