Some enchanted evening...

I am always a day late and a dollar short. In fact, as I type there is company who is otherwise occupied now and I am supposed to be at Costco buying dinner. Am I doing that? Nope. I'm sitting here wondering how long it will be before Zeptepi the Enchanting can reach Revered with August Celestials (we're still just friendly) and Shado-Pan so she can get her hands on the good stuff:

From Crafter's Tome

I wish someone could just give me a simple answer when I ask, "How long does it take to go from friendly to revered with the Tootsie Pop Faction?" How many licks indeed? But alas, no one can. And this is where the mightiest and best spell of all comes in: the spell of cooperation. This is when you need to have a good friend, guildmate, or significant game other who is willing to divvy up the chores  for the good stuff--you take one end of town, they'll take the other, and you'll meet somewhere in the Vale with enchants and materials.

Bear made a very convincing case for grinding reputation: hey, without mills to grind wheat, we wouldn't get bread now would we? So, when it's time to make the doughnuts, or enchants, at least I know at some point there will be an end, and a product, and I can move on. At least till the next big patch.

No matter - even if the world may never know how many dailies does it take to get to the center of the offering coin, eventually it will happen.

1...2....3!

Editor's Note:
This commercial is NOT from the 80s as it states on Youtube. Not by a long shot.

Muddy boots.

The Mayor is concerned over the disappearance of Sara Bellum...

Took my new landslide-enchanted weapon into a heroic today.

You know what would rock? (No pun intended.) If the day isn't quite all it should be, that, when the world is entered, your human failings would fall away.

And for the most part they do. Eh, just feeling a bit sensitive today, I guess. Today, I bore witness to those rare occasions (hahahaha!) when my job doesn't work. Should have left it across the return threshold.

Thanks, Isa, for going into the dungeon today, and for your perspective. Women tend to think it's all about them, that they have superpowers that supersede all pixels and pendejos*, and if we do anything less than perfection, we are less ourselves. I know plenty of men who are perfectionists, too, and it can be a bit debilitating. But you...

...you took this screen shot for me:

Now, that was a highlight, that Corla fight. No one made me stand in beams. (I offered, and did a fine beamy-job last time.) No one sassed me. The rest of the dungeon consisted of the warrior sending out brown-colored tells of recount. He and another mate spoke Spanish, but my ambassadorial charms did not seem to work on them. They were cowboys. Now Isa's (optimistic) perspective is that the warrior was throwing out recount data because he wanted us to see that he was one bad hombre. I took it more personally.

What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?

LEBOWSKI
Funny–I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I’ve accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. What?What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?

DUDEDude.

LEBOWSKIHuh?

DUDEUh, I, I don’t know, sir.

LEBOWSKIIs it being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the cost? Isn’t that that makes a man?

DUDEUmmm..sure. That and a pair of testicles.

LEBOWSKIYou’re joking. But perhaps you’re right.

Left the game, and looked at my brass plaques on the wall.

Was politely asked why I wasn't an elemental spec. Had a lot of reasons, and a longer back story than my friend wanted to listen to, however, the upshot is, I just don't like it.

And, perhaps it's just a curve on the universe, but Bubbles wrote this post, too: http://forthebubbles.wordpress.com/2011/05/06/your-optimal-isnt-mine/

*Sorry, mis amigos. I learned that word in The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao novel, other choice Spanish words. You both tried to keep me ignorant of that type of language, but cuss words cross all cultural barriers.

Where can I get one of those?

"This," said Galaad, "is the sword of Balmung, forged by Wayland Smith in the dawn times. Its twin is Flamberge. Who wears it is unconquerable in war, and invincible in battle. Who wears it is incapable of a cowardly act or an ignoble one. Set in its pommel is the sardonyx Bircone, which protects its possessor from poison slipped in wine or ale, and from the treachery of friends."

"Chivalry" by Neil Gaiman

Wonder if the landslide enchant does this?