What The Fuck?
Hrmm.
Let's start this by identifying that I'm fundamentally dissastified with where this blogging thing has gone of late. In that I haven't posted in over two weeks. That, I think, is the root of the dissatisfaction, radical as that may seem.
See, I miss all the fun interaction that happens between my readership (if I may use such a brazenly vast word for the modest collection of what are admittedly outstanding individuals who frequent this here site). But, fucking apparently I don't miss it enough to actually post.
But let's take a step back from self-flagellation here. I mean, I enjoy this process, it's something I do because I love it, so if I find myself in a spot where I take a break for a while, I suppose it's within bounds. Maybe right along the edge of within bounds, surely, but not enough to stop the play.
So, what the fuck? I mean, why?
Here's what I think is the fuck.
1) The first The Fuck is that I hit this spot in my life recently where the most important thing to me was staying out of the goddamn food, and re-developing my spirituality. Now, let's declare that this process is certainly of some interest to me amigos two whom I am speaking here on teh webz0rs... but... when I sit down and write about it...
Well, to be perfectly frank, it comes out really goddamn boring. I mean, fuck, it bores me to write it, and then when I read it I faint from the effort. Generally, when I return to consciousness, I find that I've filled the blogger text buffer with the letter "w", having collapsed during service to the keyboard.
All the same, it is the center of my fucking universe at the moment. Or...
I suppose I should say it has been the center of my fucking universe. Because of late, I've found that it's feeling a little more integrated into the normal scheme, maybe. Perhaps I've settled into a routine of sorts, perhaps I've gotten bored with the constant aggressive pursuit of insight, perhaps I want to play WoW more, whatever. The Fuck is that it's shifted around a little bit, and now...
...well, I'm playing WoW more.
2) The second The Fuck is that my work life expahfuckingsplode-ified a few weeks ago, and I went from "ahhhhhhhhhhh... some day I'll have to do work again..." to "holyfuckingshitIhavesevenpeoplewhoneeddesignsfrommebyyesterday!!!" literally overnight. So, for the past few weeks, I've been what is affectionately described as "cranking" on prototyping, rip-o-matic making, designin', pitchin', writin', and a whole bunch of other -in's that are necessary to take a project from zero to moving forward.
And god damn it takes some effort. But I'll tell ya: I'm on board. I'm willing. I'll get out and push, man. Have I mentioned that I love my work?
I'm down.
3) The third The Fuck (and long-time readers knew that this was coming) is that I've been playing a lot of World of Warcraft.
Now, you must understand: I was playing a lot of World of Warcraft before, and I will (no doubt) continue to play a lot of World of Warcraft in the future (mmmmmmmm, Burning Crusade). So, we're not necessarily talking about an increase in the amount of time I've been putting into it.
No, friends, what we're talking about is more of a mental shift. A turning of the head, if you will. Something rather profound happened recently, and I've been... unable... to turn away...
To convey what this shift is, it's important to establish a few key facts. Ready?
FACT #1: Paladin Do Not Do Damage
This is well understood. Paladins are tough mombajimbas, it is true; in fact, many would say that they are well nigh un-killable, when stacked against the other classes. They wear plate, they heal, they have invulnerability options... yeah. Tough cookies. The do not, however, pose any kind of immediate threat to anything near them.
Oh, sure, they'll kill ya. It'll just take three minutes. Plenty of time for you to summon a bunch of friends. "Hey, I'm being attacked by a Paladin!!" "Okay, we'll just finish up this dungeon run, and head over and help ya! We should be there before your health gets to 30%!"
FACT #2: I Play A Paladin
I have proof. I'm just not going to show it to you.
FACT #3: Farming Gold With A Paladin Is Like Watching Paint Dry
Easy enough. The problem here is that the amount of time that it takes to bring a mob to yoke (which is to say, convert him from a damage-dealing threat into a loot-bearing corpse) as a paladin is significantly higher than the value derived from said corpse. Folks who haven't played as a Paladin have a tendency to poo-poo this: to them I say go try it. When you wake up from your stupor, you'll see what I mean.
FACT #4: Paladins Do A Lot Of Damage To The Undead.
This, I think, is not surprising.
Okay! Having established the facts, let's introduce some new data.
NEW DATA #1: Allora recently was convinced to respec into what is known as a "protection spec" pally (if you have a life, a "spec" is shorthand for how you have spend your "talent points", which is the way in which you can customize your character's abilities in this here "game").
Basically, I was running a holy spec before, which made me a Healadin. I enjoyed this immensely, but it badly exacerbates the lack-of-damage problem described above.
I... really had no idea by how much, however.
NEW DATA #2: Allora recently got herself some pretty handy f'ing equipment. Notice the amount of "I hurt you when you hurt me" stuff.
Suddenly...
Suddenly, Allora can run around in the Western Plaguelands, aggro something like ten level 52-54 undead baddies, and then let them simply destroy themselves against her.
...
I. Can. Farm.
I've killed, say, 1,000 undead in the last few weeks. Help help, I'm trapped in a MMORPG!!
Let's start this by identifying that I'm fundamentally dissastified with where this blogging thing has gone of late. In that I haven't posted in over two weeks. That, I think, is the root of the dissatisfaction, radical as that may seem.
See, I miss all the fun interaction that happens between my readership (if I may use such a brazenly vast word for the modest collection of what are admittedly outstanding individuals who frequent this here site). But, fucking apparently I don't miss it enough to actually post.
But let's take a step back from self-flagellation here. I mean, I enjoy this process, it's something I do because I love it, so if I find myself in a spot where I take a break for a while, I suppose it's within bounds. Maybe right along the edge of within bounds, surely, but not enough to stop the play.
So, what the fuck? I mean, why?
Here's what I think is the fuck.
1) The first The Fuck is that I hit this spot in my life recently where the most important thing to me was staying out of the goddamn food, and re-developing my spirituality. Now, let's declare that this process is certainly of some interest to me amigos two whom I am speaking here on teh webz0rs... but... when I sit down and write about it...
Well, to be perfectly frank, it comes out really goddamn boring. I mean, fuck, it bores me to write it, and then when I read it I faint from the effort. Generally, when I return to consciousness, I find that I've filled the blogger text buffer with the letter "w", having collapsed during service to the keyboard.
All the same, it is the center of my fucking universe at the moment. Or...
I suppose I should say it has been the center of my fucking universe. Because of late, I've found that it's feeling a little more integrated into the normal scheme, maybe. Perhaps I've settled into a routine of sorts, perhaps I've gotten bored with the constant aggressive pursuit of insight, perhaps I want to play WoW more, whatever. The Fuck is that it's shifted around a little bit, and now...
...well, I'm playing WoW more.
2) The second The Fuck is that my work life expahfuckingsplode-ified a few weeks ago, and I went from "ahhhhhhhhhhh... some day I'll have to do work again..." to "holyfuckingshitIhavesevenpeoplewhoneeddesignsfrommebyyesterday!!!" literally overnight. So, for the past few weeks, I've been what is affectionately described as "cranking" on prototyping, rip-o-matic making, designin', pitchin', writin', and a whole bunch of other -in's that are necessary to take a project from zero to moving forward.
And god damn it takes some effort. But I'll tell ya: I'm on board. I'm willing. I'll get out and push, man. Have I mentioned that I love my work?
I'm down.
3) The third The Fuck (and long-time readers knew that this was coming) is that I've been playing a lot of World of Warcraft.
Now, you must understand: I was playing a lot of World of Warcraft before, and I will (no doubt) continue to play a lot of World of Warcraft in the future (mmmmmmmm, Burning Crusade). So, we're not necessarily talking about an increase in the amount of time I've been putting into it.
No, friends, what we're talking about is more of a mental shift. A turning of the head, if you will. Something rather profound happened recently, and I've been... unable... to turn away...
To convey what this shift is, it's important to establish a few key facts. Ready?
FACT #1: Paladin Do Not Do Damage
This is well understood. Paladins are tough mombajimbas, it is true; in fact, many would say that they are well nigh un-killable, when stacked against the other classes. They wear plate, they heal, they have invulnerability options... yeah. Tough cookies. The do not, however, pose any kind of immediate threat to anything near them.
Oh, sure, they'll kill ya. It'll just take three minutes. Plenty of time for you to summon a bunch of friends. "Hey, I'm being attacked by a Paladin!!" "Okay, we'll just finish up this dungeon run, and head over and help ya! We should be there before your health gets to 30%!"
FACT #2: I Play A Paladin
I have proof. I'm just not going to show it to you.
FACT #3: Farming Gold With A Paladin Is Like Watching Paint Dry
Easy enough. The problem here is that the amount of time that it takes to bring a mob to yoke (which is to say, convert him from a damage-dealing threat into a loot-bearing corpse) as a paladin is significantly higher than the value derived from said corpse. Folks who haven't played as a Paladin have a tendency to poo-poo this: to them I say go try it. When you wake up from your stupor, you'll see what I mean.
FACT #4: Paladins Do A Lot Of Damage To The Undead.
This, I think, is not surprising.
Okay! Having established the facts, let's introduce some new data.
NEW DATA #1: Allora recently was convinced to respec into what is known as a "protection spec" pally (if you have a life, a "spec" is shorthand for how you have spend your "talent points", which is the way in which you can customize your character's abilities in this here "game").
Basically, I was running a holy spec before, which made me a Healadin. I enjoyed this immensely, but it badly exacerbates the lack-of-damage problem described above.
I... really had no idea by how much, however.
NEW DATA #2: Allora recently got herself some pretty handy f'ing equipment. Notice the amount of "I hurt you when you hurt me" stuff.
Suddenly...
Suddenly, Allora can run around in the Western Plaguelands, aggro something like ten level 52-54 undead baddies, and then let them simply destroy themselves against her.
...
I. Can. Farm.
I've killed, say, 1,000 undead in the last few weeks. Help help, I'm trapped in a MMORPG!!
4 Comments:
I find it interesting that you fell back into WoW the same week South Park had a WoW episode.
I really make this observation just to highlight the South Park episode and to refer people to their favorite torrent sites so they can enjoy it if they have not already done so.
Hee-larious.
you fall asleep on the "W" key? that's a little weird.
My "verification word" is "snegz". I'm not sure what it means, exactly, but it sounds like something that would get you slapped in polite society.
The thing about blogging is it's like going to the gym. If you do it routinely, it's great. But once you stop, it can be really hard to get going again.
Point in fact - my own blog, which has stalled for a few months because I just can't bring myself to write about my life as it currently stands: diapers, late-night wakeups, baby food, exhaustion, exhaustion-fueled-marital-discord, dog-going-insane-from-lack-of-attention, etc.
And now that I've stopped, I can't quite bring myself to start again until something really fucking momentous happens. I mean, otherwise it's like "you didn't blog for 3 months, and then you felt that *this* banal crap was worth writing about?"
P.S. Glad to see you are still alive and kickin' amigo.
I don't think your readership finds your blog too boring, as you have a fair amount of comments right away when you try and assert the fact.
Secondly, if you're playing this WoW game all the time where the hell are you? I need someone (and let's be honest...this is quite embarassing for me to ask...I need someone to help me kill things...so you know...wana help me kill things?
/wrists
Resto ftl.
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