Ten Things I Miss
*WoW Jargon*
Tonight I logged onto my 60 alliance character and started talking to my old warlock leader. Within about 30 seconds I had an invite to what's pretty much the "best" (if you value progression and are completely immune to drama and asstards) guild on the server. I didn't have to apply or ask for it or anything. One of the best guilds in the country and THEY want ME. If I can get into that guild based on a reputation I established on the alliance over a year ago without even having to go through the application process, then two of my projections are true:
A) I'm fucking awesome.
B) I play that damn game way too much.
I looked at the list of online guildmates and everyone was 70 except for me. After speccing into felguard, I went and gave warlock a shot for the first time in months. Send pet, dot, dot, loot. What the hell. It was so easy it was boring. When you go to click on felguard, they should have a warning box that pops up and says: "Do you wish to continue respeccing hunter? Y/N." I've been playing a hunter for months on horde only to find out that they changed one of my alliance characters into the same damn thing only ten times easier (if it's even possible to be easier than hunter). Screw that, I logged off. My priest was replaced by my paladin's ability to heal, my lock is basically a hunter on crack, and my hunter can't do shit because I don't play 15 hours a day to rep grind for shit that I don't really care to have anyway.
*End WoW Jargon*
I've done everything I wanted to do in that crap. I've done the PvP grind, the instance grind. Everyone knows me and that I'm awesome. People I completely fucking forgot about send Dunkel messages saying they miss me and asking when I'm coming back. I don't have anything left to do but quit playing the damn thing. Since it's basically a routine now, though, I need some things to take up the time.
Things I can do instead of being a WoWfag:
1) Be a BF2142fag. It's hard for me to play 2142 for any period of time because I'm so non-stop awesome at it all the time, but I guess I could score some commander hours that I've been dreading putting in while I watch movies and sacrifice people 30 ranks below me. HOT KNOB STATUS: ON.
2) Draw. The only way to get good/better at drawing is to draw anything, everything, every day. For some people this means finding their favorite 150 page graphic novel and tracing every last drawing in it to get the style down, for some it means drawing random shit around their house, for some drawing different eyes a thousand times. For me it means finding a style I can draw in quickly and satisfactorily (the second part being hard for me as a perfectionist) to be able to narrate for my...
3) Writing. I'd specifically like to get a tragedy underway. My strongest point is writing American Psycho type things. At least, that's what I'm told by the people who either couldn't finish one of my "graphic" stories, got halfway through and became physically ill, or finished it and were severely "creeped the fuck out." I guess I did find out something about myself in my creative writing courses after all. The hard part about a tragedy is that you have to work end to beginning. End: Most people die. That's a given. Figuring out how and why and who the hell they are and all working backward to the starting is the hard part.
4) Music. I'm spoiled. I don't even like upright/wall pianos. I started on a full sized behemoth of a grand piano and the least I've ever enjoyed playing on was a baby grand. Even if I weren't a snob about it, an upright would just be too costly at this point, so in order to make music I'm going to have to pick up something new. I stole my sister's busted up violin to get into that, but she threw a fit almost immediately despite the fact that she has no intention of using it, so that's gone. If she had been smart and waited a month to throw a bitch fit, I probably would've had it fully restored and she would've gotten a freebie. Percussion is out due to being in an apartment. Guitar seems so overly done, but I'm not sure how easy it'd be to find an instructor of quality for anything else. I might try for a woodwind, though. Quality ones are pricey, but your soul going through the instrument in a way that it can't with strings or percussion gives it a very distinctly satisfying feeling. MAYBE I COULD PLAY PAN FLUTE, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING.
5) Read. It feels so good to read after not having done so for such a long period of time. I have an entire volume of Joyce just sitting there, untouched. Well, not completely untouched since I quit halfway through "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" or whatever that horrendously boring shit in front of Dubliners was. I've been using the ridiculous cost of books as an excuse not to read as much as I would like to, but there's sort of the whole public library thing in the way of that excuse. TIME TA LERN ME A BOOK.
6) Work. I haven't looked forward to getting a shitty job this much in...ever. I know that excitement will last all of one week once I actually get a job, but having a paycheque will be so incredibly nice. More importantly it'll give me a reason to start playing The Redskins's version of 16 Tons. Redskins > Tennessee Ernie. YOUR REBUTTAL, SENATOR?
7) Get in shape. I've always been a pretty petite person. Short and thin. Get your penis jokes out of the way now, please. I haven't gained the 50 pounds that a lot of people I know have due to zomgraid syndrome, but what little muscle mass I did have is slowly creeping toward my midsection. My body is bad off enough without me going out of my way to fuck it up. It's overdue for a little more respect from me and a lot less caffeine and microwaveables.
8) Go outside. Just for the heck of it. I'll be living next to a goddamned park and swimming pool. It'd be easy enough to combine reading with being outside. The air isn't any cleaner but I'm determined to not have the standard Mizzou sock-tan this time around.
9) Oh lawdy it's clubbin time! I just have to find a place that sells glowsticks and GAME ON, GARTH. You shut the hell up, I'm the coolest person on this planet. Due to Parkinson's.
10) Fucking anything. Lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling is more productive than WoWfaggotry. At least then I have to think about something.
This is a good start. For now I'm going to start at Number 1. ATTAKOYOM ETO POJITSIA.
Tonight I logged onto my 60 alliance character and started talking to my old warlock leader. Within about 30 seconds I had an invite to what's pretty much the "best" (if you value progression and are completely immune to drama and asstards) guild on the server. I didn't have to apply or ask for it or anything. One of the best guilds in the country and THEY want ME. If I can get into that guild based on a reputation I established on the alliance over a year ago without even having to go through the application process, then two of my projections are true:
A) I'm fucking awesome.
B) I play that damn game way too much.
I looked at the list of online guildmates and everyone was 70 except for me. After speccing into felguard, I went and gave warlock a shot for the first time in months. Send pet, dot, dot, loot. What the hell. It was so easy it was boring. When you go to click on felguard, they should have a warning box that pops up and says: "Do you wish to continue respeccing hunter? Y/N." I've been playing a hunter for months on horde only to find out that they changed one of my alliance characters into the same damn thing only ten times easier (if it's even possible to be easier than hunter). Screw that, I logged off. My priest was replaced by my paladin's ability to heal, my lock is basically a hunter on crack, and my hunter can't do shit because I don't play 15 hours a day to rep grind for shit that I don't really care to have anyway.
*End WoW Jargon*
I've done everything I wanted to do in that crap. I've done the PvP grind, the instance grind. Everyone knows me and that I'm awesome. People I completely fucking forgot about send Dunkel messages saying they miss me and asking when I'm coming back. I don't have anything left to do but quit playing the damn thing. Since it's basically a routine now, though, I need some things to take up the time.
Things I can do instead of being a WoWfag:
1) Be a BF2142fag. It's hard for me to play 2142 for any period of time because I'm so non-stop awesome at it all the time, but I guess I could score some commander hours that I've been dreading putting in while I watch movies and sacrifice people 30 ranks below me. HOT KNOB STATUS: ON.
2) Draw. The only way to get good/better at drawing is to draw anything, everything, every day. For some people this means finding their favorite 150 page graphic novel and tracing every last drawing in it to get the style down, for some it means drawing random shit around their house, for some drawing different eyes a thousand times. For me it means finding a style I can draw in quickly and satisfactorily (the second part being hard for me as a perfectionist) to be able to narrate for my...
3) Writing. I'd specifically like to get a tragedy underway. My strongest point is writing American Psycho type things. At least, that's what I'm told by the people who either couldn't finish one of my "graphic" stories, got halfway through and became physically ill, or finished it and were severely "creeped the fuck out." I guess I did find out something about myself in my creative writing courses after all. The hard part about a tragedy is that you have to work end to beginning. End: Most people die. That's a given. Figuring out how and why and who the hell they are and all working backward to the starting is the hard part.
4) Music. I'm spoiled. I don't even like upright/wall pianos. I started on a full sized behemoth of a grand piano and the least I've ever enjoyed playing on was a baby grand. Even if I weren't a snob about it, an upright would just be too costly at this point, so in order to make music I'm going to have to pick up something new. I stole my sister's busted up violin to get into that, but she threw a fit almost immediately despite the fact that she has no intention of using it, so that's gone. If she had been smart and waited a month to throw a bitch fit, I probably would've had it fully restored and she would've gotten a freebie. Percussion is out due to being in an apartment. Guitar seems so overly done, but I'm not sure how easy it'd be to find an instructor of quality for anything else. I might try for a woodwind, though. Quality ones are pricey, but your soul going through the instrument in a way that it can't with strings or percussion gives it a very distinctly satisfying feeling. MAYBE I COULD PLAY PAN FLUTE, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING.
5) Read. It feels so good to read after not having done so for such a long period of time. I have an entire volume of Joyce just sitting there, untouched. Well, not completely untouched since I quit halfway through "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" or whatever that horrendously boring shit in front of Dubliners was. I've been using the ridiculous cost of books as an excuse not to read as much as I would like to, but there's sort of the whole public library thing in the way of that excuse. TIME TA LERN ME A BOOK.
6) Work. I haven't looked forward to getting a shitty job this much in...ever. I know that excitement will last all of one week once I actually get a job, but having a paycheque will be so incredibly nice. More importantly it'll give me a reason to start playing The Redskins's version of 16 Tons. Redskins > Tennessee Ernie. YOUR REBUTTAL, SENATOR?
7) Get in shape. I've always been a pretty petite person. Short and thin. Get your penis jokes out of the way now, please. I haven't gained the 50 pounds that a lot of people I know have due to zomgraid syndrome, but what little muscle mass I did have is slowly creeping toward my midsection. My body is bad off enough without me going out of my way to fuck it up. It's overdue for a little more respect from me and a lot less caffeine and microwaveables.
8) Go outside. Just for the heck of it. I'll be living next to a goddamned park and swimming pool. It'd be easy enough to combine reading with being outside. The air isn't any cleaner but I'm determined to not have the standard Mizzou sock-tan this time around.
9) Oh lawdy it's clubbin time! I just have to find a place that sells glowsticks and GAME ON, GARTH. You shut the hell up, I'm the coolest person on this planet. Due to Parkinson's.
10) Fucking anything. Lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling is more productive than WoWfaggotry. At least then I have to think about something.
This is a good start. For now I'm going to start at Number 1. ATTAKOYOM ETO POJITSIA.
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