8 posts tagged “world of warcraft”
Holy moly, where have I been? Lost in my own head somewhere. But I'm popping out of my narcissistic stupor for a moment to say, "Hello, Internets!" And because I know you missed me, it's time for another edition of...
What is Caro thinking right now?
- I found the perfect underwear. They're simple, they're comfortable, and they're the granny-panties of my dreams. Every time I put them on, I feel like my butt is getting a big, soft, warm hug. I mean, wouldn't you hug your butt if it was physically possible? Sure you would.
- I celebrated a birthday somewhere toward the end of January, and I spent most of it moping. However, I did remember to treat myself to an online shopping spree of epic proportions. And then I celebrated by slathering myself with Philosophy's Vanilla Birthday Cake and Buttercream Frosting body washes. My shower smells like a bakery, which helps me forget about the fact that I have too much gray hair for a 24-year-old, and that I still can't wash away that unsightly bathtub ring.
- Bonus points if you got the TMNT reference in that last sentence.
- A certain popular video game expansion pack that was released a couple weeks ago has given me a reason to
liveplay WoW again. Sheara will get to level 70 if only because she needs a flying mount to be able to fish the highland lakes in Terokkar Forest. No, really. Raiding? What? I pay 15 bucks a month to fish! Level 66 and counting. - All hail the mighty Tax Refund!
- Three letters: Dee Vee Arrrrrr. That's right. The S.O. and I finally joined the 21st century and signed up for digital cable, complete with DVR. When he was little, my brother the bird bladder (sorry J!) would sit down with the rest of the family to watch TV, and five minutes into the show he'd say, "Mum, pause it, I need to go to the bathroom." My mother would respond with, "You can't pause television, silly." Now, eighteen years later, my bro's bird bladder dreams have been realized. Who's the silly one now, huh!?! HUH?!?!
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the living room, obsessively pausing and rewinding 24. Just because I can.
Over the weekend I went to the local hospital's walk-in clinic for a follow-up on The Foot Fiasco (tm).
The good news is: It's not broken! Hurrah! Apparently the tiny line they thought was a fracture is actually my little toe's joint. I have weird-looking toe bones. Go figure.
The bad news is: I have what's called a crush injury or contusion, and the bruise will take the same amount of time to heal. So, I can't ditch the crutches just yet, and I'm under strict orders to keep it wrapped, keep it elevated, keep it iced. I really overdid it last week, so I took another day off yesterday and planted my butt firmly on the couch.
Of course, being couch-bound for another day gave Cyspar ample time to reach 60! Hurrah! Now she's working on the warlock epic mount quest.
I'm so adding this shirt
and these stickers to my Christmas wishlist.
*big sigh* The whole broken foot thing was nice for the first couple days. In the recent past I'd contemplated the idea of taking a day off just for the hell of it, and voila, a forced vacation! Sweet, right?
Well, not really.
Cyspar not only made it to level 57, but she kept on going and reached level 58 over the weekend. I have to say, though, that's the most I've accomplished, outside of going back to work.
It is maddeningly frustrating to not just be able to hop off the couch and do something without making an ordeal of it, and even when I'm up, I'm limited as to what types of activities I can do. Anything that involves carrying stuff is out, since both hands are usually grappling with the dreaded crutches. Also, anything that requires standing for long periods of time is difficult... I can make it through a 10 minute shower before my right leg starts to cramp. And stairs are only to be used in emergencies, which is great, because our bathroom at home is - you guessed it - upstairs.
True to his nature, the S.O. has been incredibly helpful, but I'm ultimately frustrated because I want to have freedom of movement again! Also, not to have to wear a baggie over my stocking-ed foot when it rains, because I'm certain the high fashion gurus will back me up when I say Hannaford grocery bags are so not what they're wearing in Paris these days.
My coworkers have taken to calling me "Hopalong," which would be funny if it weren't so true. My 15 minute break involves crutching to the bathroom and back - down the loooong hallway, through two sets of (heavy!) fire doors, and into the tiny bathroom stall. Thankfully the coworkers have also been great about getting lunch ready for me (yay for the 3-minute microwavable meal), or filling up my water bottle at the cooler, and they've managed to ask me only sixteen gajillion times "how on earth did you break your foot?" I wish I could say I was bungee jumping in the Grand Canyon and the cord broke, while I managed to land on only one foot - the broken one - heroically saving a puppy in the process. Unfortunately the real answer is, "I fell because I'm a klutz."
And I do feel a bit silly about that, because only little old ladies "have a fall" and break things, right? A few more weeks of this, though, and I'll be shaking my crutches at strangers on the street and mumbling incoherantly to myself. Just put me in Depends and call me Eleanor.
Okay. Stop the damn ride, I want off for a moment.
I may have, at one point or another, asked for something "exciting" to happen. We all get bored with the daily grind once in a while, right? Need something out of the ordinary to put a little spice in your life.
But when one asks for something exciting, one should perhaps be more clear about what "exciting" means to them. Because apparently, to the powers that be, "exciting" means I will be spending the next three days planted firmly on my ass, and the next four weeks hobbling about on crutches.
So, yeah. The S.O. and I weren't ten minutes into a family gathering by the lake before I decided I just couldn't take it anymore, and threw myself down a boat launch pad and broke my foot. It's only a small fracture, but tell that to my foot; one side turned purple and swelled up to the size of a golf ball. Two hours in the Emergency Room, and they sent me home with a prescription for good drugs and a buddy splint. I'm only hoping that work will understand, and allow me to work from home for a few days instead of forcing me to use what limited sick time I have.
Anyway! In much better news, the accompanying illustration is a screenshot of Sheara standing before a really big, ugly dragon. A really DEAD big, ugly dragon. Wooohoo! Prior to the foot-breakage, there was much dragon-slayage. Sheara even picked up an 18-slot Onyxia Hide Bag. And now that I'm stuck on the couch for a while, Cyspar will probably reach level 57 much faster than I'd originally anticipated.
I suppose there's a silver lining to every dark cloud, no?
A while ago I signed up to participate in an art project of sorts sponsored by Coca-Cola and Look-Look Magazine. The idea was that you'd send in a sample of work for approval, and if you were accepted, you'd get to participate in a bunch of random creative challenges that might get published or might not. Chance to win prizes and all that. I submitted work, was accepted into the program, and promptly forgot about it because a) I haven't felt very creative recently and b) the full-time job started.
Well, apparently I didn't read the fine print carefully enough, because yesterday I received an envelope in the mail from Coca-Cola. In it was a note that said, "Thanks for participating in our project! Here's your gift card, as promised."
Gift card? Eh?
Sure enough, after digging around in the envelope a little, I find a $25 iTunes Music card.
Now, the problem is that I have absolutely no idea what to download. I'm not exactly "hip" to the music scene these days. I pretty much like what I like, and I listen to what I like, and that's that. My iPod gets updated with new music, oh, once every six months. Most of what's on the radio is obnoxious (not necessarily because it's bad music, but because it's overplayed), and I'm not really the type to go searching out new music. So tell me - what are you listening to these days?
Unexpected free stuff made up for the fact that my guild's first attempt at Onyxia wasn't as successful as we'd hoped. The good news is, we're pretty darn sure that it was lag that killed us repeatedly, and not just inexperience. A 1.5 second heal should not take 5 seconds to cast, if you get my drift, and it's much harder to stay alive when you think you're standing in a safe spot, but on server time you've actually run into a mob of angry whelps.
Phase 1: OK
Phase 2: OK
Phase 3: Lag! Death! Destruction! You lose!
I'm confident our next attempt will be successful if the servers are stable by then. Hopefully at that time I'll have some decent screenshots to show as well. This round I was too busy crying for my mother from the floor of Onyxia's Lair to take pictures. That is One. Big. Dragon.
What's the nerdiest thing about you?
"Nerdiest" would imply the one, most nerdy thing. One? Just one thing? Well, okay.
Hi, my name is Sheara! I'm a 60 Undead Priest and a Blood Guard of <Grim Determination> on the Earthen Ring server. For the Horde!
Need I say more?
Other nerdy facts about myself, because just one nerdy fact does not a good blog post make:
- I've had an online journal/blog/personal Web site since before I hit puberty. To me, Web design is an artform.
- I use a Mac,
and I like it. No, I <3 it. - I went to a special high school for nerds called the Maine School of Science and Mathematics (alternately known as the Maine School of S & M).
- I graduated from university with a degree in New Media. "New Media" is Latin for "nerd".
- I've been known to abuse the emoticon. :)
- Lists. Lists everywhere. Lists about anything and everything, as long as it's a list.
- Megapixels turn me on.
- And finally... I'm spending my lunch break writing this instead of eating lunch. That pretty much sums it up!
What do you usually do on Sunday?
Mourn the inevitable loss of my weekend to another Monday? That's what I do for the last hour before bedtime on a Sunday, anyway.
Usually Sunday is my "lazy day". For example, today the S.O. and I went out to breakfast late in the morning, did a little window shopping, then crashed on the couch to play Warcraft and watch Monk or Flip That House. My brother also came over later in the evening, so we ordered pizzas for dinner. I did manage to clean the house a bit and do a little exercise, but otherwise, it was a do-nothing day, and that's the tune of my typical Sunday.
More geek-ness! Domo surrendered on Saturday! I was lucky enough to be number one on the loot list to receive The Eye of Divinity, which, when combined with the Eye of Shadow and the Splinter of Nordrassil, created this: Benediction.
Purrrrrr.
Look at it! It's huge! And I have a perpetual train of sparklies following me everywhere I go! What a cheerful way to kill things. More death through better healing. Love it.
Alas, I only have a few days to enjoy it, because I'm unplugging myself for a weekend to go to Canada and party like a dirty hippie. Yay, dirty hippies!
