Friday, March 5, 2010

Am I really part of the human race?

Yesterday morning I went to the gym. I have to get up at 4:20 a.m. in order to get to the gym, do my entire routine, get back, and be ready in time to leave the house at 7 a.m. And yesterday I couldn't bring myself to hop on the elliptical or the treadmill and so I got onto a recumbent bike, from which position its really easy to watch VHS or MTV. So that's what I was doing. And I saw the music video that goes along with Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" song. It's odd, but that's what she does so I was expecting something along those lines. And at the beginning of the song she and her dancers look like aliens.

Part two of my lengthy explanation of my title "Am I really part of the human race?": The writer of this professionally done blog I read recently commented that her 10-month old son started to sleep through the night. Before that point she had considered giving up because the waking up every night with no recourse was slowly eroding away her humanity. But now that he sleeps through the night she feels human again.

Miniorc doesn't sleep through the night. On good night he wakes up 3-4 times. On bad nights it's every 1 1/2-2 hours. For the last 6 1/2 months my humanity has been slowly eroding away ... and last night when he woke up AFTER I HAD JUST FED HIM and would not stop crying ... I am not human anymore. My brain has been crushed into a state of torpor, my body has given up all hope of not waking up tired.

(3 years from now when I consider the possibility of a 3rd child you will send me back to this post if you consider me a friend.)

The Orclette did eventually sleep through the night. The Miniorc will too. I'm not willing to deviate from our childrearing philosophy yet and let him "cry it out"-partly because we live with Damm's parents and brothers and they do not appreciate him crying at all hours of the night. The other part-I have definite opinions on what is ok and what is not for my children and I won't change those opinions lightly (my opinions do not extend to how you, the logical and loving parent, are raising your child).

My hopes are on the 10-month marker. And on the next semester-every time I feel like sitting down on the sidewalk and crying I tell myself this is the hardest semester and that everything will get better once we get through it. I will become a human again. No more weird little white mask thingies for me-that's what Lady Gaga was wearing in her music video and what I envisioned myself in every time I thought about this subject.

Or, now that I think about it, I could hum that "Life Will Go On" song sung by Celine Dion. The Titanic one. It's a total upper.

Or "Rude Boys" by Rihanna. Makes me remember how I got my two little ones and why.

Or ... bother, I'm out. I try hard not to listen to the radio and so my knowledge of what's out there is fairly limited.

I shall leave you with a favorite quote of mine, uttered by that man of men, Winston Churchill :)

"Never never never quit."

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Homework and pvp.

Stayed up until 2am finishing my physics homework last night. My brain feels like mush. Normally go to bed around 10pm. It was good though as now Wulfa has all day to study for her test tomorrow.

Thought about trying pvp prot again, ended up not playing the paladin. Tried playing my warrior in battlegrounds. Love it when I crit. Cry when I get kited. Would love some warrior pvp help.

I'm arms currently and feel like my talent allocation is working nicely. I've got 20 resiliance(more coming when I get 10 more stonekeeper shards). I'm rocking a sword.

My biggest request for help is in the which abilities to use/notuse etc. About 50-60% of my damage is white damage. Followed by overpower and rend. I usually only get out of arms stance if I'm about to fight a warlock and need the anti-fear ability; if I'm in battle and need to intercept; or if it looks like whirlwind is off cooldown.

So I guess the complete list of my "use" is:
Rend all the time
Overpower all the time
Execute when I'm fast enough on the button pressing.
That thing you can use when you just killed someone that gives you a free swing basically but you get it at level 6.... sometimes.
Heroic Strike almost never.
Cleave almost never.
Retaliation when I think I can sucker more than one person into swinging at me.
Thunderclap almost never.
Slam = only if I hit the wrong button.
Hamstring whenever I use rend.
Enrage on occasion.

Thats really it for now.

Oh and I keep forgetting to use the AOE fear but I know that it is there.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Waiting sucks.

So the past two weeks I have written in advance and queued up my posts. This way I have almost written every day something of more worth than "here this is a post read my words". I have also managed to write more stories than I have ever before in my entire life.

But you know what is the hardest thing for me in this?


For instance. My stories. I had to wait like four days for anyone to read them. This is worse than no comments... its like a week worth of waiting wondering... is there going to be comments? Is it any good? Will I like the way it looks when it hits the blog?

I don't know how other people stand it.

What I do know... is that it is better to write a good post a day then write seven good posts in one day. Why?

Because people don't usually have time to read seven good posts in one day. They usually only have time to read their daily blogger and trot off to do stuff. Some don't even have time for that. So if you write a million amazing posts in one day...then they read one of them and NEVER READ THE OTHERS.

As someone who thrives on the -idea- of people reading his writing the suggestion that practices might lead to less eyes on words is a horrible thing. Much like little kittens dying.

But the waiting. Oh how the waiting tears at me. Every monday I write about three posts. Every Tuesday I usually write two more. Every Wednesday I'm frothing at the mouth because the thursday post TAKES FOREVER.

Note: for every every in that last paragraph replace with "for the last two weeks".

Patience. I just don't have much.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Nothing special.

So my ret pally and my resto druid are fun in pvp. Prot pally is not. Feral druid and balance druid are not. Khour and Moon have two level 30ish toons they are playing and ONLY leveling in battlegrounds. I'm thinking I'm going to level my mage Susanin this way. First catch her up to them and then level in BG's. Use the pally and druid to farm stonekeeper shards and buy stuff for her. Etc.

Except there is kind of this debate between me and them. I think that my level 35 warrior would be just as useful in a bg to their Shaman, Lock team as the mage. I mean sure the mage has the AoE ice freeze and sheep and slow on -everything- icy she casts... but the warrior has charge/intercept/stun and an AoE fear and can remove fear/sap/incapacitate via zerker rage.


“Captain! You’d better come quick. Sky is about to start something huge.”

The sergeant interrupted Mercenary Captain Lightblade’s charming rendition of the heroics performed by his company. The surrounding crowd of guests whispered among themselves surprised that he would allow such a brash interruption. But he simply smiled and excused himself.

The diplomatic smile hid inner worry. Strangers who saw sky only saw his physique and thought that his fighting strength lay in swordsmanship. Ha! The man couldn’t out duel a fly. He as immensely strong, yes but had no clue how to use the blade he carried in melee combat. However, outside of a martial contest he was devastating. The man was simply the best war mage the captain had ever seen. That had been proven at the pass of Reijin. Sky alone had held the shield against at least twenty imperial mages. Their bombardments were casually ignored. At the same time he had reinforced the bridge the pass was known for; allowing more refuges to cross faster and had assisted the companies three other mages in counter bombardment. But with a range, power and finesse they could not match.

Not to say the man was invincible. The captain was certain he was mortal but give Sky a meager personal guard and he would be an army to himself. Fortunately he avoided all conflict and was very content to accept any orders that had been given him since he signed on to the company last spring on the north shore of Jennen. Which was why this news was a surprise. Sky starting a fight. This was a problem.

No change that. “Sky” and “start something” was disaster.


The band froze at the booming statement. The dancers paused. Everyone’s attention focused on the dumpy woman in the middle of the room and the uncouth man whose voice had silenced them. The party was completely derailed.

The Grand Duke Montain rose angrily from his upper balcony table to see what and who had interrupted his party. A flush spread across his face when he recognized his niece’s serving girl, on her knees confronted by a large unwashed mercenary. Some jaded lover returned, he presumed, and interrupting his ball like at some commoner house building party. Furious he turned to his nephew and snapped: “Deal with this intrusion” Then he sat back down and resumed his card game and the important discussions that went along with it.


The Earl of Kines pushed his way through the crowd. He had worked hard to get a seat at that table. All of the Lords who were anyone were there and with the Summer King absent it was the highest honor available at this ball. So much power and influence in one spot the opportunity to make contacts was beyond value. And now banished like a serving boy to clean up his sisters mess. His inner anger boiled to his face and more than one of the lesser nobility flinched as they got out of his way.

The crowd finally parted and he found himself standing over his sister’s maid. He tried to remember her name. Amanda or Alicia or something like that; it didn’t matter. He raised his hand to strike her for the impudence of interrupting such a momentous occasion…

Strike her and die

Spinning, he turned to the mercenary who had spoken.

“You threaten me? Dog tonight I will have you in chains. Guards! Remove this man!”

Immediately, at least ten palace guards surrounded the mercenary their weapons drawn. The sergeant at arms spoke up: “Surrender your weapon and come with us or draw it and we’ll take your dead body.”

The tattooed behemoth simply shrugged. Drawing his stone blade he planted it in front of him. Two calloused hands rested on its pommel. The Earl felt the air cool noticeably.

“STOP” A third voice halted the guards a second before they reacted to the drawn blade. The Earl saw a mercenary officer emerge from the crowd.

“My Lord,” the officer started, “please call off your men. I will take my soldier and we will withdraw. I will pay any rudeness fine that must be addressed.”

The Earl sneered, the temerity of the man. Bargaining with him? As if he was a minor noble who had been bumped in the market place. “This is beyond rudeness. This fool has threatened my life and shall be punished for it.”

A smile flashed across his face as he saw the captain blanch. It didn’t stay long.

“My Lord,” the Captain , “if your men attack they will all die, and more than likely most of us will as well. My soldier Sky there is an elemental Grandmaster. If he can hold of the might of the Imperial Mage Corp do you really want him to unleash his strength here and now? Please just let me take him and go. I will send a currier after we are gone to discuss settlement and make amends for this affront. I beseech you do not allow his uncivilized behavior to further ruin your evening.”

A cold tremor of fear crept through the Earl. This man? A mage? That mage? Taking another look at the large man confronting his guards he shook his head. This couldn’t be. He scanned the crowd for his own mage Krem. He needed some sort of verification.

He found it. There in the back of the room was Krem, staring white faced at the barbarian; flame magic and fear in his eyes; backing towards the exit. The Earl’s fear intensified mixing with embarrassment and anger. He turned back to the captain.

“Go. Take your rabble and go. But I swear you will recompense me for this.”


The captain sighed with relief, he really had thought for a moment there that this Earl would have ordered the attack and killed them all. Turning to Sky he gestured, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Sky returned his weapon to his back, strode past the Earl and his guards, and swept up the unmoving servant woman. He then quickly followed his captain out.

As soon as they were out of the room the captain turned to the Sergeant who had summoned him. “Rodriguez grab the men. All of them. I want everyone back at camp within the hour. Things are going to get real ugly soon.”


*edited*Republished like 10 times to try and fix format errors I didn't catch when I told it to publish yesterday. The first part of this story was published on Feb 25th and can be found in the Tales and Shadows section of my links.

Monday, March 1, 2010


1) When writing stories I am more creative on paper.

2) Discussing your stories with people ends up being more frustrating then just writing the next bit. I've resolved to no longer ask fifteen people about a plot question.(p.s. if I asked you understand this wasn't just a one person thing)

3) U.S. vs [country name here] suddenly makes me very patriotic even about sports I couldn't care less about. Yay for silver in hockey! Too bad we didn't have more baskets and slap points and sliding tackles.

4) In my sunday wordpress vs blogger debate I ran into the fact that while I much much prefer the behind the blog design and layout of wordpress; for the visible part of the blog they give you 81 or some odd designs to pick from and if you don't like them... well sux2bu. Staying with blogger for now.

5) Ret pvp is more fun than protection pvp.

6) Battlegrounds are more fun when you are coordinated. Me and moon and khour ran battlegrounds saturday. In the same room, staying together for the most part. Calling out dps targets and focusing on them. We became a force on the battlefield. We'd show up... and usually the flag fell to us. With the exception of Pancakes the supermage, our three person comp seemed to be the driving force in any of the battlefields we fought in.

7) Pancakes the supermage held Farm by herself. All game. We only wandered over there to heal her up after combat and rebuff her. The girl was a beast.

8) Wulfa hates battlegrounds because they are frenetic. I'm trying to think of a class/combo that will make this less so for her.

9) And thats it. Now to start working on my stories for the week.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

When everything is better....

Everything about wordpress is better so far as I can tell. I so badly want to move but am worried about the process and what it will do.

Thoughts wanted.

Still debating it but now much more focused on doing what I can here. Same song and dance as the last time I tried to change everything.

More changes coming.