kiya

Not entirely in the best of health, in various forms, which is irksome and kind of exhausting.

Had a fit of 'must stave off depression' which led to sorting two boxes of books in the basement and cataloguing them, which means I've found a big stack of paperback Discworld novels. Which means I can in theory start on my project that involved reading through those and taking notes on magical paradigms.

This week is full of crazed scheduling foo. And things I'm both anxious about and unable to talk about usefully, which is not much damn use.

Must organise stuff for business. Which overloads me fairly easily. Which probably means I should up my oil caps, doesn't it? Oy.

Meanwhile, this nice Warcraft-related artwork, from oneironaut: Tonkz and Mr. Whiskers

Don't expect coherence.

ETA: Of all the newsgroups to spambomb into oblivion ... rec.games.roguelike.nethack? WTF?

[Guild] [Samhchair]: DONE
[Guild] [Omriaja]: Yay!
[Guild] [Samhchair]: You receive loot: [The hell out of Dodge]
[Guild] [Omriaja]: *laugh*
[Guild] [Omriaja]: I wanted that to be a real object. I really did.
[Guild] [Omriaja]: So much that I clicked on it in the hopes that something that funny would exist.

Sunday evening, my Warcraft installation ate itself alive. Again. Unlike the other time this happened, it was extremely resistant to repair. We tried deleting the corrupted file and restarting; we tried repatching, we tried reinstalling about umpty-leven times and had it stall out every time, we tried this with and without rebooting and with rebooting in various limited-addon modes, we tried this with defragmenting, we ran Ad-Aware and cleared the cruft out, we copied the install disks to the hard drive and tried to go from there, we tried using the other install disks.

Finally, teinedreugan said "Okay, reboot it, try one last time, and if that doesn't work I'll reinstall the OS tomorrow."

I rebooted it, tried again, and it installed.

The hell.

Meanwhile, I have braindumped about stupid frustrating stupidity at ardaniel, and also a little about my crazy, and I have packed a box, and I need to do laundry.

Also, I have the damnedest conversations with oneironaut:
Tesla pages: The blood type thing. I know how procreation works. When a man and a woman love each other very much, she ties him to a table, and....'

Typing as in the original; I know how to spell 'paladin'. ;)

[2. Trade] [Cerohuman] I'm a lil Palidan, short and stout. Here is my hammer, here is my mount. When I go into battle, I scream and shout! Then I pop my bubble and hearthstone out!
...
[2. Trade] [Shakta] that has to be the most creative spam I've seen in ages. :)
...
[2. Trade] [Cerohuman] We sing it alot on the Horde side ;)

So I didn't get in at the beginning of that AV game.

I just left it.

It's been going for eleven hours.

It's still not over. (Which means my primary purpose in playing -- getting the token for the game -- was foiled. And I lose the bits of bonus honor I actually managed to get.)

My secondary purpose (not losing sergeant rank) should be maintained with my 1800+ honorable kills, however. (Previous lifetime total: 1996, I think.)

I left the game because I am so tired I am likely to shoot myself in the foot.

Also, I ran out of arrows.

That's after restocking mid-battle.

[ This entry will make no sense to those who don't speak Warcraft. ]

Whitney says, ". . . this Warcraft party is only getting worse."
Tesla? [oneironaut]
Whitney says, "The most recent joy was 'i love masturbating' mavved to the chat channel."
Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "Wondrous."
Whitney says, "So tempted to wipe."
Brooks says, "Wipe?"
Tesla says, "Well, at least you know it's probably not a fabrication."
Whitney says, "Wipe = everyone dies. I am basically the only competent player."
Whitney says, "So if I stop using all my skill, we all die."
Whitney says, "Also, we ran into something bigger than us, I don't thinkw e could have beaten it if I'd cared."
Brooks says, "Heh."
Whitney rezzes at the spirit healer and leaves the party. "That group was, and I speak from experience, more painful than being bit on the tit by a python."
Brooks says, "Ouch."

This was rendered even more "learning experience theater" by the fact that I hadn't picked up the paladin quest that I was trying to do when I was invited into the group. But . . . I was the only competent/functional healer, despite having a druid in the party. I was certainly the only one doing buffs . . . despite having a druid in the party. There was a warlock, briefly; he soulstoned me, and a good thing too, and then left, because he was much smarter than I am. The hunter kept attacking non-aggressives, which would run away eventually and collect a bunch of aggressives to kick our collective asses until I remembered to judge them unable to flee and managed to pull it off consistently. The hunter kept attacking non-aggressives even when other party members were seriously wounded and I was sitting down to replenish mana after spending the last non-aggressive fight keeping the hunter standing. Even after I'd pointed at an aggressive to suggest target. Oh, and none of them could figure out how to share the quests, so I was just there to keep their sorry asses roughly upright. Oh yeah, and they put looting on free-for-all (which I hate under pretty much all circumstances), didn't take it off when it was suggested that it was unfair that they were looting all the magic items (and clams, which were my secondary reason for being there in the first place), and . . . yeah. I had to tell them that the jumping puzzle was a jumping puzzle two or three times. They kept mothing uselessly against an unclimbable wall.

We hit the first named -- the turtle -- wiped (I'd already used the soulstone on a previous wipe), and I took that as an excuse to get the hell out of dodge. I think I want to hug my guildmates for not being lobotomised ditzes with no discernable capabilities at playing the game now.

( Further learning experiences, deducable from content of the above-quoted bit, cut for the sake of ophidiophobes. )

Plugged my name into a quizzy thing nemtetsemnewty posted and got ( courtesy-cut ) which entertains me to incredibly stupid levels. No, really?

I made pan-roasted chicken and corn on the cob for dinner. It was good. (I'd been wanting to do pan-roasted chicken for a while, it's one of my favorite dishes, and whispercricket's presence was a good excuse -- it makes three breasts.)

Uh, other updates on life -- yesterday we had all the windows replaced with shiny new double-paned windows. They were installed by a team of terrifyingly efficient Brazilians. (The fact that they were speaking Portuguese made me feel much less worried that I had completely lost my capacity to understand spoken Spanish . . .)

Writing a bunch of sidhe putting forth effort to be impressive is still bloody difficult.