Sir Thomas Lipton, the Earl Gray, and Arms and Fury

There is a particularly reprehensible practice that has spread amongst the WoW community. Arms and Fury is an enthusiastic practicioner of this obscenity.

If you are unaware of it, I will spare you the horrific details. None the less... it didn't take long for the horde to get a nasty nasty Alterac Valley strategy. You can see the results on the screen shot.

Horde... 606 honor.
Alliance... 0 honor.

If the horde has any sort of discipline... then the alliance has to get lucky or good to win. I wonder how long this imbalance will last?

Oh, and TJ has surrendered. I await her formal capitulation in a post.

Majeure made 70. I put on the new gear... and damn, I need season 3. About 800 +fire/arcane damage (more than melvin) and only 6.2 k health.

Glass cannon indeed.

Arcane missiles are hitting for ~600, and critting for about 1k.

Pyroblast is hitting for 3k, and critting for 5.5k.

Did the new Alterac Valley... and its gonna take the horde a while to get accustomed to it.

Here's the skinny. You win by killing enemy players and taking enemy towers. I doubt many games will end by the death of the enemy general.

When Blizzard says... "reinforcements..." they mean YOU. Every time someone dies, the counter ticks down. Every time a tower is lost... the counter loses a lot. The only way it goes up... take a mine.

I like it... it's a lot less static. And theres a lot more pvp now. However, it seems to be taking forever for the horde to adapt. Ah well.

Lists!

Maj turns 70 and...

1. Put on 5 epics.
2. Equip level 70 staff.
3. Farm enchant weapon, spell power
4. Hit netherstorm and get exalted with Scryer.
5. Buy pvp trinket.
6. Farm more honor.
7. Start arena.

The question... do I get the regular pvp trinket or the +20 resil pvp trinket? I only got 24k honor at this point...

Whatcha think?

She sells sanctuary...

Kicking it old skool...

The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"'J'entend ton coeur"
I can hear your heart

...

I was actually in a guild with a guy that recognized these lyrics.
Oh, and the question I had to research today... what constitutes High Grade Wastepaper? I love my job :)

Not every occupation makes you learn things. I have a great potash lecture :)

So... a Rick story. Stalker #2.

Working at a c-store in the middle of the night is a horrible experience. You really have no idea the type of people who are habitually up at that time of night. Like, say... Rick...

How do you respond when a strange crazy person walks up to you and starts telling you about the time he was raped?

Especially when he wasn't.

Not that it didn't happen... just... well...

One time the cops were hanging out at the store, and they got a call about a rape. Here's the story, told by the girl...

"Girl meets booze."
"Girl meets cute guy."
"Girl takes cute guy home."
"XXXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX"
"Afterwards, girl realizes cute guy didn't use a condom."

"That makes it rape!" The girl told to the cops...

K... the Rick rape story.

The night before going to marine boot camp... (late 70's) Rick was in a New Orleans hotel, waiting to catch a bus in the morning. He let a black friend into the room, and the friend then proceeded to hold rick down and forcibly fellate him.

(I'm sorry, I can't figure out a way to sanitize it any more...)

But you see the problem with the story?

And then Rick goes to boot camp, gets into trouble, and gets institutionalized for the rest of his term of service.

So, by the time I met rick, he was on full military disability... getting 2k a month (tax free)... which he spent on ganja. He would go from c-store to c-store in the middle of the night, and hang out with the clerks while drinking a 12oz can of coke. Then go to the next store, get another coke, and repeat... sometimes I had to see him twice in a night.

Rick's dream was to move to Vancouver, where he'd heard there were no black people, and dope was legal.

Rick was crazy. I mean, really really crazy. He went the VA hospital every 3 weeks to get shot up with anti-schizo meds... and sleep for 48 hours afterwards... and you could always tell how close he was to that point... afterwards he was mellow, just before, well... severe paranoia. He would flinch anytime someone walked near him, and then stare at whoever...

Bad idea around drunk teenage boys.

It would be easy to say Rick was a hardcore racist... but I think it would be a mistake... Rick simply didn't understand what the hell he was saying. One of his favorite stories was about a notorious case that happened in Louisiana back in the 70's... a mixed race couple walked into a county bar... one of the people at the bar looked at the black man with the white woman, pulled out a gun, and blew the guy away...

Rick thought the date should be a state holiday.

Imagine having a conversation with this person two to three times a week. One fav topic of his... buying porn from the store, and then talking to me about it. *Shudder*

If I had to pick one story to sum up the Rick experience...

Rick liked hanging out on friday and saturday nights... mostly for the same reason that cops liked hanging out on friday and saturday nights... drunk college girls. Dressed like they trying out for girls gone while.

Cept... well... I think I mentioned that I've had a LOTTA experience with creepy guys? Rick was hanging out in front of the store with his friend Rusty. Rusty was what his friends called him. We at the story called him shaky. Cuz he shook. Uncontrollably. He did nothing all day but take mini-thins, drink coke, and smoke. And he shook like day five after giving up heroin. He had a 64oz cup that he would refill with coke... all the way to the top, neglect the lid, and spill half of it on the way to the register.

We hated him.

Oh yeah, before he destroyed his life, shaky used to be a pharmacist.

So anyway, Rick and shaky were hanging out in front of the store, waiting for us at the store to say no.

Cuz at a cstore, next to 5 bars... people are gonna want to use the bathroom. And there is no way in hell that we're gonna clean up a bathroom after it's been used by a thousand drunk teenagers. So... people would come in, ask to use the bathroom, and be told no.

And then they would go around back, and use the side of the store.

*Girls* would go around back, and use the bathroom on the side of the building.

And Rick would get a cheap thrill.

So, one night... well... imagine a bean pole skinny white guy with grizzly adams beard, glasses, a cap, and overalls... coming into the store, and announcing in a loud southern drawl to the dozen of people inside... (customers and a long suffering clerk)... "Thersa girl with her panties down around her feet takin a *** outside! It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen! Rusty wouldn't look, but said that just thinking about it made his *** hard!"

It was about this time that I started washing my hands a dozen times a day, a habit that's stuck with me.

So maj logs into arathi basin, just as the horde takes base number 5. Two minutes later, 12g and 600 honor.

:)

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K..

While working at the c-store, in the middle of the night, I met a lotta non crazy people. Cept, they were up in the middle of the night, so, well...

The strangest were the midgets. One of the bars across the street had a dwarf wrestling event every so often. I hated it. The frat boys would come through, horsing around like, well... drunk teenage idiots.

After everything calmed down, and the bars had been closed for a while, the midgets would come through, pick up food, and chat. They were pretty cool, even if they did whip the masses into an orgy of blind stupidity.

Prob my favorite visitor was this musician. He was a professional... by which I mean, he actually made money doing it, would play gigs at bars, and afterwards when I saw him at 3 in the morning, he'd be stone cold sober.

Doan trust people that drink at work. Even if they work in bars.

Anyway, he'd come through, and we'd rag on each other. It was great.

Then one night, a smokin hot chick comes through, and I say something snarky to her. She looks at me for a moment, then shrieks..

"You're so-and-so!"

"Er... yeah..."

"My boyfriend is always talking about you! He comes home and he's pissed for like an hour, trying to come up with things to say to you the next time you guys get into an insult fest... it's the cutest thing!"

Some people just have a taste for abuse.

Me, I get it from WoW.

So, I log onto my shammy last night. YOu know, the shammy I had to pay 15g to respec cuz blizzard decided to radically change the talent trees and NOT give a free respec.

Cept, they DID give a free respec. They just waited until the DAY AFTER THE GODDAMN PATCH.

Thanks again. No, really.

Oh, and that TJ person logged on and was yelling at me.

She says I need to stop saying she's cute. She's probably right. Next time someone asks, I'm gonna just tell em that she has a great personality....

I <3 Everyone!

Arms&Fury wants more conflict between TJ and I...

A&F is an ass.

I have discovered something very important about TJ. Inflicting suffering on her is rather like kicking a cute puppy. With cute puppy eyes. And AIDS. Whose mommy just died. And who has hurt its precious widdle paw.

TJ is like the puppy. One of the precious, cute, happy-making, gentle things of the earth. And when she growls, in that cute little puppy way, the only civilized thing to do is smile at her and pet her precocious widdle head.

There. If that don't do it, nothing will.

I doan feel like another stalker story right now. The stories of Rick and Ken are best told when I'm not jonesin for WOW like Michael Jackson at a daycare center.

2.3 was the hunter deliverance patch. I was in AB last night... like a wolf in the fold.

Allies died like the vermin they are. I suck at movement, but even *I* can kite a fool melee class into ranged now with everything on cooldown. And now Scattershot/Aimedshot is what you GET when you charge/ambush me. The 3 sec cast for aimed makes Scatter/Aimed a no brainer.

/charge poor Mabd
/Mabd emptie buckshot into yo warrior ass
/Mabd hops back while global cooldown fades
/AIMED SHOT BEATCH!


The death of the dead zone is gonna make a lotta non hunters seriously unhappy.

Now, my big blizz criticism.

For GOD'S SAKE.... WOULD A FREE TALENT RESPEC REALLY BE OUTTA LINE?

I log onto my shammy. Enhance time! Look at my talents...

I got 40 points in enhance, and shaman rage. And the rest of my points in resto...

Hrm... keep what I have, and see if I can keep Shaman rage and pick up Nature's Swiftness? Is blizzard OUT OF THEIR FUCKING MINDS?

I plopped down the 15g for the respec, and went Enhance/Elemental.

Then took Unbound out for a spin.

Jesus. I was blowing things away like they were made of cardboard. PVE, true... and in BG's rogues still pwned my poor ass. But enhance is now a really effective pve build. The new talents not only make shocks uber cheap to cast, they add a healthy chunck of spell damage (30% (?) of attack power turns to +spell... which makes the resto/elemental trees much more useful... )

News of the night... apparently tier 6 resto shammy gear was free at the mount Hjal vendor...

Side note. God I wish I still had access to Armory at work. And last night, I was trying to look up talent builds, and use the blizz talent calculator... and they still hadn't been updated to the new talent trees... grrr....

So... bg dailies...

The best thing since hotel sex or what?

Man, I got into games in two minutes, with my 66 shammy, at 4 in the morning. 3-0. Three games, three stacks of gold, two stacks of exp for maj and unbound. And many many dead allies.

Maj was having special fun in the "not quite ready for prime time" bracket... 60-69.

She's gonna be a cast iron bitch when I get her ass to 70 :)

One nice hunter touch... the tooltip updates the damage of the stings and traps according to the current ranged attack power. Wouldn't it be nice if they did the same with spells and +spell damage?

Free at last!

He went home! My guest over the weekend! With only the mild price of a few gallons of juice.

Strangely enough, my guest, Derek, has a bete noir... Neal. And the story of Neal is the story of my number 3 most annoying stalker.

See... Neal managed to screw over Derek just by existing. Derek is intensely proud, and hates being in his current position. Neal, on the other hand, spends all his time trying to nail down every penny out there for handicapped people.

Neal managed to get himself diagnosed as learning disabled. He managed to parley this into a full disability from social security, and hence a nice lifetime pension.

Doan get me wrong... that might sound logical. But Neal is crazy. He's just not crazy the way Derek is. Neal is crazy in thinking that the world exists to take care of him. Derek is crazy in that, if he's alone too long, he'll start talking to himself and getting severely agitated.

You see the difference?

See... Neal wasn't exactly stalking me. But he insisted in visiting me, and would talk about the injustice of the world while plotting his stalking of his ex-wife. And the horror he put the mother of his three children through...

I mean... ladies. I'm as misogynist as they come. But some things give me the serious creeps... and it's mostly men. Sexually obsessing about women that they've just seen, and not even met in any sense of the word. Bad enough the handful of times that *I* was sexually proposition by creepy guys with no personal hygene. I can't imagine what you ladies go through...

Neal became a ferverent christian. And not in the Christian sense... he swears by the faith because he thinks it teaches that he is OWED. That his wife had no business divorcing him and taking the children, because they were married in a church, and god trumps all... and that he was devoted to his children, the courts had no right to take them...

This from a guy who refused to work a part time job cuz they started garnishing his wages to pay back child support.

I could talk about his horrific personal hygene. (After he left the residence hall, they burnt the furniture he used regularly...)

I could talk about the pack rat mentality... (He slept in his car cuz his bed was a storage device... and he stopped taking showers years ago, the better to store things in his bathroom...)

But this is the story of stalkers... and Neal spent a year playing the Sims, recreating his wife and children so as to get them back in the game...

How did Neal screw over Derek? His first quarter at my school... Derek was evicted from his apartment building. (It had been condemned...) Derek was told to move into my building, a graduate hall. Now, Derek was an undergraduate. And my hall had exactly *1* undergraduate at the time... Neal. And the Hall Director's experience with Neal was so poisonous that she blocked Derek from moving in (which Derek later found out that she had no right to do...) . So Derek had to scramble to locate a new apartment in his first quarter... and it was the week before finals.

I swear to God, Derek is simply cursed. Oh and the hall director tried repeatedly to evict Neal... but he was (learning) disabled... and despite not paying rent for half a year, he couldn't be touched.

So anyway, after getting his full disability tag from social security, he got a $77k payout. What did he do with it? Pay back child support? Work on setting up a productive life? Pay off his massive debts?

Try suing his wife to get custody back, on the theory that she couldn't afford to fight it. Thankfully he managed to blow the money before doin much harm.

By the way... Neal eventually graduated... (he was givin a year to take the final exam for a physics class he never finished. Cuz of that learning disability.) And he got his degree in zoology.

I did mention his Christianity, right? What I didn't mention... hesa creationist. With a degree in Zoology.

/sigh

Needless to say, he play a hunter in WoW.

PATCH DAY! And Majeure is 148k exp from 70! Glory be!

Tomorrow... the number 2 stalker. Rick... a guy who got married to a girl who then moved in with a male friend of hers, trying to get pregnant so she could sue Rick for child support...