Who's on first?

Day started off like any other day. Woke up at 3:30AM, couldn't get back to restful sleep, Blizzard forget to put the Love Rocket in the candy box for me, chased down minions and blackguards at work (literally), stayed late in a meeting (trying to go through a mountain of paperwork) and was late to Flex. When I got home, CD Rogue informed me he and his entire team at work had been laid off. Now, if you know me, you know I will cry and stress about this, and then dust off my fears and find my grit. But right now I'm struggling to get motivated to go into another early morning meeting with big puffy red eyes and effect meaningful change in other people's worlds.

However…

…however…

...one funny thing did happen last night. The big guild has a lovely new priest, and I'll forgive her Valley-Girl voice in Vent because overall she seems nice. (If you have seen 'In A World' movie by Lake Bell you know my sentiments toward SBV: Sexy Baby Voice.) I took Kellda, and my fat fingers and tear-soaked eyes could barely see the screen, so my performance was sub-par. I realized later I won tier gloves, and already had Warforged tier, so after the raid whispered her, asking if she wanted them.

Here was that exchange:

I am only sorry I didn't get the fourth and fifth screenshots of the exchange, where she finally realizes what I am asking - she had tier gloves, and thanked me profusely for offering them to her. I really think it was my use of "dude" that caught her attention. I could not figure out at first what the issue was, but I suspect wine may have been involved: too much on her behalf, too little on mine.

Oh, and I have Kellda all in hues of green/gold/yellow to match her pretty new cloak wings:

It'll get better.


Classic:

Day 10: Beverage

"Careful man, there's a beverage here." - the Dude

"Aye, Lassie, you just had a baby elephant! Oh, the wee thing is a girl!"

Gina Firebrew looks on...

"Watch yer back..."

Oh, you're killing me Tycertank. I don't even know where to start with this one: always best to start at the beginning I suppose: Mataoka drinks with Dwarfs.

I've been watching a lot of Drunk History lately. Highly recommend it.

How can any self-respecting Dwarf-loving player not gain access to the Brew of the Month Club? Don't even talk to me if you don't look forward to that monthly package, wrapped in wood shavings, carefully delivered bottle of surprise? Not to mention the ability to grab a case from your favorite BOTM vendors...

With all the hand-crafted micro breweries around the Northwest (and all over) the brewers outdo one another in creative marketing and cute beer names, but none of them have yet to produce holographic pink elephants. Try again, gentlemen: in the meantime, this round's on me.

Oh, and Tycertank: this is lovely:

Storm warning....

The shaman felt her lightning shield spark, an anomaly. Warning: Do not replace healing rain with gasoline. As it was, she dropped her healing tide totem, and reminded herself to calm down. This wasn't the first time her 'unedited big mouth' debuff got in the way of harmless thoughts.

"Nits in beards indeed...!" she mumbled to herself. "I'll have to defend my love of Dwarfs, I suppose..."

So to dearest Roo -- after you read these loving tributes of Mataoka's clear and respectful relationship to her adopted Dwarven brethren, if you still believe she owes you an apology for the nit comment (it was true! The nit was in the tater salad! Or wait, maybe it was an errant poppy seed...), then let her know.

But be warned: anytime a shaman tells you she wants to 'have a chat' better hope the levee holds:

Blackberry Winter

Drinks with Dwarfs, revisited

Unsung Heroine: Moira

Tiny Story Time for Day Twenty


Now - why, oh why??!?!?!

Young leet druid thought it was high time I redo my UI. I have a stomach ache now, and hours to go to even get to the point I can whack on a target dummy.

Maybe I'll just go get a pedicure instead, but this links will be a topic of discussion in the near future:

ELVUI: http://tukui.org/dl.php
http://www.icy-veins.com/enhancement-shaman-wow-pve-dps-rotation-cooldowns-abilities

1. Laugh More.

Anyone would be completely snockered if they attempted this LOTR drinking game.

All I want for Christmas...

Is my two Hobbit feet.


Well, thought I had everything. Good friends, family, baby giraffe, you know, the usual. But I saw The Hobbit yesterday, and now all I want are Hobbit feet for walking miles.

At least I got the next best thing:

And yes, I didn't think I could love Dwarfs more than I do, but I was wrong. Thorin Oakenshield, will you marry me?

"No, Matty, alas, I cannot marry thee..."

A very Merry Christmas to you all, and much love, grog, and laughter -



*Hobbit feet can be purchased from ThinkGeek.com. Tell them Matty sent you.

When the cat's away...

Following busy gnomes: Mat in the sewers and canals of Stormwind. 

The crepuscular spring evening is rainy but greenly bright. Drumming thumbs and fingers on the railing of the inn, beating the rhythm of what...to...do...what...to...do...Mat just needed to get out of Stormwind, but wasn't sure where. Normally very hardy and weather-proof, she felt a bit chilled even at the thought of venturing out. Her wingless cloak might shrink in the rain. A little gnome had put her through her paces the night before--no, gnomes weren't the answer, as charming as they are. In the air clung a hint of the gnome mage's pet skunk and, was that ozone Mat smelled? A frosty, moldy stench from the mage's water minion? While her human is busy, it occurred to her the only obvious thing to do: drink with dwarfs. 


There were many a night, in her tough training days, while drinking with dwarfs, when she crawled in the sleeping sack, with dwarfs sitting on her legs still chugging away, laughing. They never bothered her or played mean-spirited pranks, they loved her too much. But she was teased for being somewhat of a lightweight. Draenei blood doesn't hold its mead well.


However, once there, in Twilight Highlands, with the braggadocious and bombastic heroes clanging away in Bastions, she could curl up next to an embracing hearth with the friendly folk, have a few pints, and laugh the night away.