Hi!
I havent blogged for a while since times are a bit hard at the moment, workwise. But I might see light at the end of the tunnel now (lets hope its not a train!), and slowly I feel my inspiration sneaking back on me.
Yesterday I merged my wow account to Battlenet, something everyone has to do within November 12. As a "thank you" you even get a pet, and he is adorable!
I havent blogged for a while since times are a bit hard at the moment, workwise. But I might see light at the end of the tunnel now (lets hope its not a train!), and slowly I feel my inspiration sneaking back on me.
Yesterday I merged my wow account to Battlenet, something everyone has to do within November 12. As a "thank you" you even get a pet, and he is adorable!
Merging to Battlenet account can be done here. While Im on it I decided to order a Blizzard Authenticator, since a lot of people I know have had their account hacked. I dont want to not be able to log in to my account one day and spend tons of time to sort it just to find out that all your items and gold are gone. Ok, so its just pixels but hey, still pixels you have spent time getting and want to keep, right? Its even worse when it happens to someone who has access to all the goodies of a large guildbank, like someone in my guild got to experience when a hacker emptyed it.
Have you ever got your account hacked?
Hello!
I havent posted anything lately since I have spent some days in Oslo. Not a big thing since I happen to be born and raised in Oslo, but as you know Im currently not living there, not even in Norway, so its nice to pay a visit there from time to time.
Anyway. I went to Frognerparken, Oslos version of Central Park. The weather was beautiful, crispy, fresh air, the way it only can be on a really nice autumnday. I enjoyed strolling around in colorful leaves and enjoyed the last sunshine I would get before the real Norwegian cold sets in.
I sat under a tree and watched people, its so interesting to just observe. Bicyclists, couples in love holding hands, children tumling around on the soft grass, falling and getting up again, young girls sitting on blankets with their heads close in deep conversation. Peaceful and quiet all over the place.
Until he came. Out of nowhere, and with no warning. Shouting, running, with messy hair and wild eyes. Im talking about a 4-5 year old kid running around in all directions trying to break the wall of sound with his screaming. I believe he managed. The other children ran away, the bicyclists speeded up and went out of sight, the young girls glared angrily at him, annoyed by getting interrupted in their gossip about last nights party, and the couple in love? Well never mind them, they were long gone snuggling behind a tree allready.
So different childen express themselves in different ways. I can buy that. And even though this kid chose to express himself in a, uhm, extremely noisy way doesnt make him bad. His parents certainly shared this opinion, because they were totally relaxed some benches away. The kid gave the trees some real kicks with his tiny sneakers. He dug up big roots with his small hands. He ran after pigeons til they flew straight over my and other peoples heads. And I was fine with it. But. Big but... then he did the thing that for me is a huge NO. He picked up rocks and threw them and the pigeons. You wouldnt think so, but the kid could throw well, the rocks landed dangerously close to the poor pigeons heads.
Anyway. I went to Frognerparken, Oslos version of Central Park. The weather was beautiful, crispy, fresh air, the way it only can be on a really nice autumnday. I enjoyed strolling around in colorful leaves and enjoyed the last sunshine I would get before the real Norwegian cold sets in.
I sat under a tree and watched people, its so interesting to just observe. Bicyclists, couples in love holding hands, children tumling around on the soft grass, falling and getting up again, young girls sitting on blankets with their heads close in deep conversation. Peaceful and quiet all over the place.
Until he came. Out of nowhere, and with no warning. Shouting, running, with messy hair and wild eyes. Im talking about a 4-5 year old kid running around in all directions trying to break the wall of sound with his screaming. I believe he managed. The other children ran away, the bicyclists speeded up and went out of sight, the young girls glared angrily at him, annoyed by getting interrupted in their gossip about last nights party, and the couple in love? Well never mind them, they were long gone snuggling behind a tree allready.
So different childen express themselves in different ways. I can buy that. And even though this kid chose to express himself in a, uhm, extremely noisy way doesnt make him bad. His parents certainly shared this opinion, because they were totally relaxed some benches away. The kid gave the trees some real kicks with his tiny sneakers. He dug up big roots with his small hands. He ran after pigeons til they flew straight over my and other peoples heads. And I was fine with it. But. Big but... then he did the thing that for me is a huge NO. He picked up rocks and threw them and the pigeons. You wouldnt think so, but the kid could throw well, the rocks landed dangerously close to the poor pigeons heads.
Ok, so maybe pigeons arent your favouriteanimal. They look dirty and might smell. They are probably carrying flees and other bugs. They are neither particullary smart or adorable. But you dont throw rocks at animals, simple as that. When monsterkid (I dont care how cute he is when he is asleep, Im calling him that) approached near me with the rock in his hand, ready to toss it into a soft feathery scalp, I have had it. "Hey! You!" I shouted at him. "Stop throwing rocks at the birds. Try to behave!". He lowered the rock and for some seconds our eyes froze. The one who looked down first had to loose, we both knew it.
His lower lip started shaking before he ran away, crying, heading towards his parents.
Obviously they didnt appreciate that, something his mother clearly stated by angry looks and gestures meant for me. But I dont think I speak only for myself when I say that the park became a much better place for everyone else. If nothing else I saved the life of a pigeon. Or even five.
Is it ok to "raise" other peoples children like that or is just no-no? I want to hear your opinion! :)
His lower lip started shaking before he ran away, crying, heading towards his parents.
Obviously they didnt appreciate that, something his mother clearly stated by angry looks and gestures meant for me. But I dont think I speak only for myself when I say that the park became a much better place for everyone else. If nothing else I saved the life of a pigeon. Or even five.
Is it ok to "raise" other peoples children like that or is just no-no? I want to hear your opinion! :)
My first "real" toon was a hunter night elf. The name I really wanted was "Solsikke", which means sunflower. I had droven by a sunflowerfarm the same day, and thought this was a great name. Unfortunately this name was taken. Later I would end up in the same guild as Solsikke, which turned out to be another nelfhunter with the exact same looks as my toon, and the person behind the name had lived and worked at same place as I had and liked the things I liked. Coincidence? Perhaps, but still a bit strange.
Instead of Solsikke I chose the name "Liloo". This comes from the movie "The 5th Element" where Milla Jovovich plays Leeloo from outer space. Those who have seen it will probably remember "Leeloo Multipass". Those who havent, what are you waiting for? Go see it! Go, go, go!
My second toon was a warlock whom I called "Lyn". This means lightning in Norwegian, a name I thought fit well for someone who likes to deal with shadowbolts and other sorts of black magic.
My third toon is my socalled "main" now, allthough this is the youngest one. She is a shaman, and I thought about tribes and totems when I made her. The word tribe combined with the name Rebecca made the final result- "Tribeca".
I took a round in Dalaran City and asked the question: how did you come up with YOUR name? These are some results. If you want to explain the name of your very own toon, leave a comment! :)
I would also like to remind you that today is the National Breastcancerday. If anyone wask you if you want to support this case by purchasing a magazine, a donught or maybe a pink ribbon it might bw worth the few bucks. Only in Norway 3000 women get breastcancer every year. We all know or know about someone who has been through some sort of cancer. Today, I have bought a pink ribbon myself, and as you can see on the first picture, my girls carry it with proudness.
Picture says more than words- finally Yogg-Saron is dead, well deserved!
She was not happy to see us at all, and acted rude by tossing us into the wall, flaming us and call for flying servants to take care of whatever was left of us. We could of course not accept this, so we didnt give up until the diva laid peacefully on the ground. Unfortunatelym she didnt drpå her new mount, so we say thanks you and say...more dots next week! More dots, more dots!
Server is down and Im not tired yet. What to do? I surf YouTube.
Its been said that I have terrible taste in music, but this one Im going to link anyway, I have always loved this song and think its a late night song. Enough said. Here it is.
Blizzard keeps surprising me, usually in a good way. This time is no different. I got excited when I first read that you can transfer your toon into the opposite faction (which now is available btw). But! Now there has been an official post conferming that you will even be able to change your race within your same faction! They said it would never happen, but...it will!
Bluepost from today's wow forum
Coming soon near you!
I joined a new guild in the beginning of this summer, and its with no doubt the best guild I have ever been in (not that I have been in that many).Ok, so we are a bit stuck at the moment, since we struggle with two different badguys: one of them is this cutiepie, also known as yogg-saron. The other one, well actually, the other ONES are a bunch of mean pvp's who just have to rub it in; damn girl, you suck at pvp. I doubt my pvp resyme would impress someone. Its pretty much limited to secretly hiding behind a bush in Arathi Basin, terrified of that maniac rabiestauren warrior who ganks everything in sight. What to do about that? Heal him to death..? I'd rather stay in the bush!
Why pvp when you can bbq?
Then theres AV, which is a chance for people like me to get some honorpoints, I just follow the others, ride as fast I can down the hills pretending I know what Im doing and just wait til the "FFS GO SOUTH lets go DREKK!!!!!!11 OmFg" has calmed and someone wins. I can live with that, but sadly I have no use in those experiences when the bastards in Trial of Champion 25man refuse to die!
Those kinds of situation can be frustrating. They can actually tear a good guild apart. Personally, I dont mind if we wipe over and over and over again. And then some more. As long as I can wipe along people who I care about, respect, people who make me laugh, cry, think and feel, well then I am proud to wipe among their side. I took the good times- now I'll take the bad times.
A raid totally out of control
Anyway! 25 people of different age, sex, culture and set of mind- not always easy. Yes its just a game, but that doesnt mean we turn our feelings off while playing it. I once found a post on wowforums, writer is unfortunately unknown, but I would like to post it here. Everyone who has ever been in a guild or a raid should somewhere or somehow recognize her-/himself in this. Enjoy!
You raid with these people. You work with these people. These people are closer than your family. You should worry.
The GM
- He's sacrificed his health, friends, and probably a couple of jobs to drag you through new content. When the guild isn?t performing, these decisions are in question. Prone to shooting sprees, forum flame wars, and the rapid advancement/gearing of whatever toon the guild needs. If you can keep your mouth shut, he'll go emo and quit before you get gkicked. Still, you do like the guy. Or did. Before he went crazy. See drunks, below.
The GM's Significant Other
- Okay, so he was going to have to quit but he tricked his SO into playing. She loves it. She's terrible. You'll effectively 24 man every boss. Count on 4 constructs in the raid, every attempt. She plays a Belf/Nelf.
The Raid Leader
- When you stand in the flames, he dies a little bit inside.
The Heir Apparent
- When the GM goes psycho, ninjas the bank, and gdisbands, you're the guy the guild is gonna look to to to fix the mess. You see it coming. You can't decide if ritual suicide or being the new gm would be more painful.
The Positive Officer
- "That was great. Just great. You know, only 5% of guilds have even made it to Supremus, and getting him down to 67% on the second attempt is hawt."
The Negative Officer
- "Jesus Christ why are there corpses under all these goddamn volcanoes? It's Supremus for %@*@s's sake. GET OUT OF THE GODDAMN FLAME!" See Drunks, below.
The Hunter Class Lead
- Will tell you that it does actually require skill and preparation to play a hunter well in the end game. Lies frequently.
Metermaid
- He's got meters running. Always. Asks for meter postage whenever he?s in the top 5, which is rare, as his focus on the meters is preventing him from seeing the volcano he's pathing towards. Pulls aggro. Has yet to realize that 0 health returns 0 dps. If he's healing, you might as well just put him on raid, he's gonna heal them anyway.
The Stay At Home Mom
- She's around children all day and craves adult conversation. Babbles incessantly in vent, forgetting that adult conversation doesn't usually begin with, "So I was talking to (insert name of four-year-old child) and he says..." Well liked, but frequently muted.
Mr. Mikeless
- Has a microphone. Hears the conversation and directions. Once wiped the raid because he started talking and most folks alt-tabbed to see who the hell was speaking. May be your best player.
The Kid
- So, you messed up on this guy's interview and nobody noticed that he was 12. But, he can play. And if he gets a little bit excited when boobies are getting talked about? Hey, he's young.
The Backbone
- Plays a tank. Doesn't have much to say. Made an error once in SSC, or so you heard. Will disconnect when Gorefiend is at 30% and keep aggro while offline for the rest of the fight. Has never said anything negative to the healers. Ever. GL with your progression without one of these.
The Other kid
- Remember that accountant you interviewed for the fury warrior position? And how you wondered how he'd make time to raid during tax season? He couldn't. His eleven year old daughter took over about that time. She's been raiding since. Mages, that's an eleven year-old girl owning you night after night.
The Hunter Who Doesn't Do His Homework
- Always good for insightful commentary and clever observation just after a wipe. "Holy Crap Man! I was just standing and shooting and this damn VOLCANO popped on me! When did they put in those volcanoes?"
The Drunks
- The core of your guild. As raid progresses, their voices in vent are getting just ever so slightly slurred. You don't notice because you're trying to sound sober yourself. DPS output seems to scale positively with blood alcohol content.
The Chick with the Accent
- Is the accent fake? Nobody knows or cares. Future visits to Australia/Britian/New Zealand/Alabama are now planned by all single raid members.
The Departed Legend
- You joined after he left. You suspect that he could not actually solo Doomwalker. But you're not totally sure.
The New Guy
- Begins most sentences with, "That's not how we did it in my old guild on Korgath." Likely to remain guilded for approximately one week. You wonder if he'll be telliing his next guild, "In my old guild, we ran TOWARDS the volcanoes".
And dont say I used to be the hunter who doesnt do her homework! Ok fine, who am I kidding, I totally was!
To summon up a long post I would like to add a video, dedicated to all my wonderful guildmembers and to all the wonderful players I have yet not met. Old, but good. A classic!
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My good friend Samuel, aka Kurei, was inspired by my hunter Liloo and her pet, and draw us a painting. This was the result:
Above, the original Liloo and Zelma. Sam has also other drawings inspired by the genre of fantasy, and he has collected several of them on DeviantArt.
Another friend of mine, Dennis (Denmon), has made his own version of "MythBusters", which you might have happened to watch at Discovery Channel.
You have maybe heard of, maybe even visited, FigurePrints. Personally I have earlier found it a bit too expensive to actually place an order, but the prices are now reduced (from 170 to 130 Euro). If you are the proud owner of a toon that you want to see shaped into stone you will also probably want some better gear than those green-of-the-boar leggings which makes your ass look big. This is also FigurePrints conclusion, because lately they have added an option where you either can choose your own gear, updated from Armory, or pick another armorset. Were you vanillaraiding, had full t3 set and would like to remember your toon from the glorious days when you had the time of your life before Blizz messed it all up? You got it!
Im obviosuly not the only one who is concidering purchasing some WoW effects to cheer up my home, there are tons of stuff out there!
How about a short for Fido? Jewelery for your sweetheart? Soap for the bathroom? Or, mana / health energydrinks to get you through those long wip.. uhm I mean raidnights /nod. If nothing else, would be a fun present for a friend who is also trapped into this hobby we call World of Warcraft.
