My voidwalker is an idiot.
October 24, 2009 § 1 Comment
So I have another post coming up that talks more about my alts, but one of my them is a Warlock. And he has a Voidwalker named Kragmoth. Kragmoth is an idiot. That may be one of the reasons I hate being a warlock so much. There are a number of reasons I feel like he’s an idiot. First, sometimes I will send him in after an enemy and they will just keep running further away. Typically this happens if he and the mob are running at each other. I’m guessing the reason they keep moving away from me is because they are fighting with each others hit box and are just trying to get in front of one another but end up behind each other. Secondly, he’s incapable of jumping off even the smallest of ledges to follow after me. Instead, he has to take the longest route down as possible, and aggro as many extra mobs as he can. Third, he has a bad habit of getting stuck on bushes. And twigs. And small pebbles. And grass. And finally, if I leave it on auto cast, he will blow his taunt right off the bat, instead of waiting until my aggro surpasses his.
Anyway, just thought I’d share that.
“[Insert clever sign off phrase here]”
~Fizz
I has a bunny. See?
October 23, 2009 § 1 Comment
The astute CoG reader has probably noticed that the image on my header is a picture of my character, Thistlefizz, standing in Dun Morogh. I thought it appropriate to have a picture of the cranky ol’ boy. But I also included my non-combat pet <Snowshoe Rabbit> in the shot. You might ask, “What does a small, non-threatening looking bunny have to do with being a gnome, being old, or even being cranky?” Well, on the surface, nothing really. Having that bunny out doesn’t make me crankier, older, or gnome…ier. I included the bunny in the shot because that little rabbit is as every bit an endemic element of Thistlefizz as his sword, shield, and roflcopter.
I was already partial to rabbits, as I have two of them in real life. A black and white dutch, and a white and gray dwarf that bears a striking resemblance to the <Snowshoe Rabbit>. So I thought it was awesome that I could have a bunny follow me around on my adventures. And we’ve been on lots of adventures together.
That little bunny has been with me since my very first day of World of Warcraft. My roommate, Wizzbang*, was kind enough to purchase one and run it over to me while I was still traipsing about Coldridge Valley. Me and and that little lagamorph have been through quite a lot of adventures together. From the highest peaks of Blackrock Spire to the lowest depths of Azjol Nerub. Sure, I’ve strayed and pulled out other pets. I have a lot of them, and enjoy variety now and again. Occasionally I’ll pull out Egbert, the Worg Pup, the mechanical squirrel, or even the brown rabbit. But my one true love is little old snowshoe. I love watching him hop along behind me, his little frame flopping along. He’s always their, faithfully charging into even the most challenging of battles. He doesn’t give up when I mount, he’s not afraid of following me off cliffs, and he doesn’t hesitate when I lead the charge against the biggest baddies in Azeroth. I can’t even say that about my most trusted guildmates.
I’m curious if anyone else feels this way about any of their non-combat pets. Do you feel incomplete if you don’t have a specific pet following you around?
“[Insert clever sign off phrase here]”
~Fizz
*By the way, I have some important news regarding him soon
The New LFG
October 22, 2009 § 2 Comments
So wow.com has recently posted info about the new LFG interface. I’m at once filled with deep apprehension and cautious optimism.
Before you continue on past the cut I must leave a disclaimer. Yes. I KNOW this is all still on the PTR and is subject to change. So don’t tell me that. I’m not an idiot. I’m still going to voice my opinions about it.
Super heals!
October 16, 2009 § Leave a comment
I just wanted to share a cool healing experience I had on wednesday night. We were in Obsidian Sanctum and were pulling the patrol right before the 3rd drake (whose name I forget…it’s the one where you have to enter to portals cause he becomes immune). Somehow the drake got pulled at the same time as the patrol and wiped half the raid. That included the other healer and the off tank. And the few dps who were hybrids and could step in and help. So it was me, the druid tank, a mage, a warlock, a hunter, and a rogue. We got the patrols down and started working on the boss. The dps was overgeared so the damage was pretty high, but as they were all squishy the incoming damage was pretty intense. When the portal time happened, I had to dance in and out of the portal switching from healing the tank to healing the group of dps. And I totally managed to pull it off, without loosing any additional people. I was very proud of myself.
Anyway, just thought I’d share that.
“[Insert clever sign off phrase here]”
~Fizz
This has nothing to do with WoW
October 14, 2009 § 3 Comments
Alright, so I wanted to share a little bit of real life frustration this morning.
I live in New York City. Part of living here means I have to take the subway. When I first moved here lo those many years ago, the subway was a magical place. A new and exciting experience full of action and adventure. I grew up in a small(ish) city and had never seen a transit system before in my life. And when I moved I was very excited about this train that would take me anywhere I wanted to go. I also lived very close to the school I was attending so I didn’t actually have to take the subway, which meant I only took it when I wanted to. Eventually though I moved to an area of the city that required me to take the subway every day. And the magic of the transit system quickly faded.
Anyway, what’s my point here…oh yeah. There are two things I hate. People (re: crowds) and the subway. It’s phenomenal how rude people are. There are 4 things that people do on the train that absolutely make me want to hit them in the face:
First: People on the platform who will stand right in front of the train door and don’t get out of the way for people who try to get off. Typically these people will also get offended if you are trying to get off the train and try to get off before they get on.
Second: People who get on the train and then don’t move past the doorway. Move to the center of the car you idiots! Then the rest of us will fit on the train!
Third: People who will stand up on a very crowded car before the train has had a chance to pull into the station and try and shove their way to the door. Where exactly do you expect me to go? The freaking car is full. When we get to the station, then you can try and shove your way off the car. Although, if you shove me again, I may turn around and punch you in the face. I don’t care if you are 10. And wearing glasses. And a girl. Don’t. Shove. Me. Again.
Fourth: (I know this one will be most controversial) People who expect that because they are older, or a woman, or have a child with them, simply expect me to get up and give up my seat. Now don’t get me wrong, if I see someone who is clearly disabled, or looks like they are in pain, or tremendously tired, or pregnant, and sometimes even if they are carrying something, I will get up (if there is room to do so) and offer them my seat. I have nothing against offering up my seat to someone else who might need it more. What bothers me is people who expect me to get up simply because they are a woman or older (note, not old as in 60+ because I try to get up for them because they look like they can’t stand–I mean older like 40 or 50+ who are perfectly capable of standing on their own two feet).
First of all, I have my own physical disability. Granted, you can’t see it, so it’s not readily apparent, but there are days where standing up feels like thousands of tiny pygmies stabbing me with red-hot daggers. Needless to say, some days I just need to sit. Secondly, the mere fact that you are older than I am and/or happen to not have a Y chromosome does not earn you some fundamental right to sit down.
Now I know what you may be thinking. “Fizz, if you yourself have a disability that people can’t actually see, shouldn’t that make you more sensitive to other people who may need to sit down because they have disabilities that you can’t see?” Well, yes actually. In fact, it makes me that much more aware of what’s going on. Which makes me more aware of when people cop the attitude that they deserve a chair simply because that’s what might be socially expected. Oh, you’re tired? Suck it up. So am I.
Maybe, just MAYBE if you said things like, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ instead of, ‘what’s wrong with you’ and ‘I can’t believe you are so rude’ I would be more inclined to put aside my own pain and let you sit down.
It is entirely possible that I am way off base here and am just a cranky old gnome, and that maybe I should relax a little.
Or maybe the people on the subway should stop being such assholes.
The Cranky Old Gnome 