In a (New) World of My Own

I’ve finally made it there!

/glee

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The Dark Portal

Shattrath City

Mmm-mmh, doesn’t that look appetizing?

Las Vegas is having its first real gloomy, wet weather since the end of last April and I should be happier: This is the kind of glorious wet weather that I’ve missed from home, but I don’t get to enjoy it because of the numerous fuckhead drivers who treat rain as an abberation and just ignore it. The city turns in GTA: Las Vegas for two days. Burnt-out cars piled at roadway intersections. Charred corpses strewn heedlessly in roadside gutters. Spectacular slides and skids and crashes.

And arseholes who drive with no headlights on at five o’clock on a dark and wet morning. Its truly frightening.

Bastards.

Mariah and Caira came home from San Diego last night, tired but happy. There wasn’t nearly enough chocolate brought back, but they found some excellent brown bread as appeasment. Expect photos soon.

And lastly, Merry has gone to an excellent new family who love him, but I’m still going to miss the man-whore.

i know we will, and i think he’s going to do some real good for [my daughter], she gets lonely, it will be nice for her to have a companion. its good for her self esteem as well since he follows her everywhere. [My daughter] came from a bad home and abusive circumstances, so she needs all the bonding and affection she can get, i think Merry will be a major part of the remedy, you’ve done her more favors than you know

Other days, yeah. Mariah has been Big Bear and San Diego over the weekend, so I dusted off my Warlock on Arthas and decided to grind him to level 50 (from 42) so that he could both fill out his Demonolgy tree and get his Felguard. I just didn’t count on weekend warriors.

Immediately after starting a quest on Saturday morning I was obliged to defend myself from speciest Horde who were probably just a husband and wife team IRL trying to grab a few kills, but were ultimately traumatized after their meeting with me. So I moved location and had another team try and kill me. And another. But all this fighting honestly produced some awesome moments because how many level 46 Warlocks can say that they killed a level 58 Death Knight? A level 48 Rogue attacked me at the Steamwheedle Port in Tanaris and as I was finishing her off a Death Knight intervened and attacked me. I immediately spammed Fear, put a DoT on his pet to stop him from mounting and ran for Gadgetzan (the Highlander Boots from Arathi Basin and a Swiftness Potion were my two lifesavers). The Death Knight followed me on foot and was immediately killed by town guards. Easily my most fun kill of the weekend.

Weekend warriors turned what should have been a straight grind into a twelve hour passage through the valley of darkness. I dinged to level 50 at five o’clock in the morning in the backwoods of Felwood and getting an underpowered pet. I can understand the power of the Felguard at levels 70 and beyond, but at the moment you get the pet at level 50, it is severely underpowered. Playing through Demonology I am used to using my pets to control a situation. My Succubus can instantly stun a player for up to fifteen seconds and with the damage mitigation, mana and healing provided by talent tree my Voidwalker becomes the rock on which monsters break themselves. But the Felguard cannot do any of that. The Felguard’s melee damage at this level is middling, it cannot charge/stun players yet and it’s taunt is underpowered. Had I known all of this beforehand I might have stayed with the Affliction talent tree, but what’s done is done.

And maybe getting the Felguard was a premonition of Sunday? If I was the pigeon on Saturday, I was the statue on Sunday and died to every player who gave me so much as a casual glance. I was corpse-camped in Un’Goro and faced ride-by gankings in the Plaguelands. I lagged out so badly in Shattrath City that I ran diagnostics on my laptop and found that my hard disk might be on its last legs.

y da h8?

I’ve accidentally deleted every comment made on this blog in the past two months; if you feel up to it you are more than welcome to repost these comments on their given posts.

/homer

The Red Hot Chili Peppers are my favourite band. Their songs deal with the themes of self-destruction, loneliness, seperation and redemption in a way which I can relate, but for the most part their lyrics are non-sensical rap:

Mariah: Mark: Mariah: Mark: Mariah: Mark: Mariah: Mark: Mariah: Mark: Mariah:

It always tickles me how weird people get about videogame companies, though. Creepy stalker players abound Now we know it all for sure. I don’t get it My, what a good day for a walk outside. :\ I still don’t get it I’m almost there, why should I care? What the hell are you talking about You don’t form in the wet sand. You don’t form at all. I do. You’re an ass. Now you know exactly what I feel when I hear those lyrics. -_-

If I could sit Caira down and ask her to list what her favourite things about us are, I think that she would write

Daddy says yes

on my first line, whereas Mariah’s first line might start with

Mummy is mummy

No more need be said. Mummy is the one you curl up against to sleep, who kisses your knee better when you scrape it and generally makes sure you remain healthy, fed and clothed. Daddy says yes. Want to go on the higher slide? Want a treat when mummy’s not looking? That’s my department: The Ministry of Treats and Playtime. Every place has its person and every person has their place, but I still wrestle with the question of whether we are doing a good job or not.

Are we? Little sleep yields stark questions.

For half of the week we both work, which means getting up at 5 o’clock in the morning, dressing Caira and bringing her to her grandparents home where she gets to revel in the sheer joy of being a two-year old for ten to twelve straight hours. When we pick her up at six in the evening we’re all tired and after we get home we watch TV, play with the animals, have dinner and rot in front of our computers. On Thursday and Fridays Mariah usually takes Caira out to go shopping and to go to parks. On Saturdays her grandparents usually ninja her away again (although for this weekend everyone is off to California) and Sundays are usually spent sitting around the house and trying to unwind.

Is that enough? She has a fierce, bright intellect which picks up everything she sees, analyzes it and then applies it in context. When Mariah gave her a drink last Sunday which was watered down because the ice melted, Caira set it aside, looked straight at my wife and said, ”this is practically water.” She can manage recognize abstract concepts. When Mariah and I play World of Warcraft, Caira is right there, sitting with us, chatting about Mummy and Daddy Cow killing monsters and interacting with our avatars. She knows it’s us and she already wants to play with us. Caira can moo-ve my character (heh). She can read a few scattered words already; the titles of her favourite TV shows, labels on boxes and a few book covers and I feel that early exposure to computers will be extremely beneficial to her reading and comprehension skills down the road.

So Caira’s learning. Is she happy? Her new favourite comes from World of Warcraft: My character taking a shrink potion and swift run potion and zipping about the screen as a knee-high Tauren. You should hear her laugh and snort when I do this. She loves to wrestle with me, jump on mummy hold the cats. We watch her shows with her, sit down with her when she reads her books and inform her as best we can about anything she cares to ask about. How many two year olds understand lolcat captions, I ask of you?

I feel we could do a lot better at weekends; set a schedule of activities for her and keep to it, but time and money constrain us, which isn’t so good.

We make do, on the whole. I’ll let Caira decide if we’re doing well or not, but she’s happy and I’ll put it up as a win for now.

The views from the balcony, AKA the Heart of the Mountain. These are my last shots from Blackrock Mountain for the time being and (subjectively) the best of my attempts to this amazing view some justice.

Lets give this another try.

A while back I posted a series of screenshots under the title Vistas of Azeroth (you can download them here) and decided to rest on my laurels after churning out twenty-four pieces. And, you know, they went down very well with WoW players, to the point that I know even Blizzard saw them.

I was completely happy with this until I followed the other link to Nebdaar’s panoramas and was immediately blown out of the water at the first sight of his amazing compositions. He matches technical perfection and artistic talent in a way that puts me utterly to shame, I’m afraid to say.

And fair play to him for doing it. Nebdaar honestly sets a standard that (I feel) I have to match

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My Shaman hit 50 and beat the crap out of the Scarlet Monastery cathedral solo, which is something that I’ve really wanted to do for a long, long time.

Apologies for the quality of the video, but if I try to capture at any higher of a resolution the game (and the resulting video) starts to stutter.

/nara