Neri Approved, and so did you!

Guarf was not an early riser, unlike the majority of his brethren. He much preferred the night owls and more interesting creatures who lurk and prowl between the witching hour and intrusion of dawn. But this morning, he knew Matty would need some cheering up, and gave her the good news:

She had successfully represented her pride in her adopted clan--and won the Neri Approve's Faction Pride for August!

She is happily sharing the podium with Voros, Neri's choice for this month, who is a formidable Death Knight indeed.

Low man on the totem pole...

Oh, man was today a long day, and I'm not sure if it was made longer or not by trying to do Dragonsoul again tonight. We ended up getting three of the nicest players I've met in a long time to fill in missing guildmates, and the clear was fast, but...what was not so slick was how wombly I felt the entire time. I can only describe it as going from driving with the steering wheel on the left to the right - everything seemed the same, but I kept running off into the ditch. Between my work schedule hitting the same time as the patch, there was no time for me to really look at what happened to me-- and I am not ashamed to admit when young leet druid looked over my shoulder and said "Twenty K?" I felt those hot tears of frustration starting to roll. It was on Ultraxion, one where I have shone like a little superstar, but tonight, it was a implosion. The night was not a total loss, though - I did chuck myself under my chin and tell myself to put my big-girl panties on and chill. Our RL has given us a full week, and I am going to use that time to get it back together, pick up the broken pieces of my totems, and move on.

Remember when I asked what would I be taking with me? I can't find the screen shot now, but it was a totem relic I made when I first started. It has a little tiny bird icon on it, in oranges and yellows, and if remember correctly is part of the questing chains in order to become a shaman, but maybe my memory is muddled.  But it's greyed out now, and worthless. But it's in my bank, and there is shall stay, until the pixel dust fades and the stars burn out.


Oh, and someone reserved the name "Mrswhitworth."

That is so uncool.

Taking my sad-panda self to bed.

Maybe things will clear up in the morning.

http://wow.joystiq.com/2012/08/25/totem-talk-what-to-expect-when-youre-enhancing-in-5-0-4/

Conspiracy theory...

As Cymre put it, "living under a rock," I will say, yes, yes I was, and it was a lovely rock, with cool moss, and some grubs and worms, and all was happy. But someone stuck a big shovel under my rock and upturned the whole patch of dirt that I called home. The upheaval was epic. I spent the evening talking a few friends down from the ledge over lost spells, and including myself over totem changes - I'm not unhappy, it's just different, and is going to take some getting used to. But this isn't about grubs or soil - no, there is something far more sinister afoot in Azeroth!


But--did anyone else notice this? No one else seemed to--everyone, NPCS and players alike went about their business of changing key bindings and whatnot, but Luperci noticed it, and tried to alarm her fellow citizens (being the paladin that she is): The rats of Stormwind banded together and purchased shapeshifting spells and disguised themselves as CATS!

OH, the humanity! Oh, the felinity! Oh, the murinity! (No, that's not a word, and neither is 'felinity' Creative license priviliges, yo.) What the hell is going on here?!? 

With apologies to Navi, I had to kill it to uncover its disguise....

I have a sneaking suspicion somehow Mrs. Whitworth is involved in this, and Señor, I think Cat, is too.

They have also had a hand, er, paw in the missing #47 entrant photo - it was judged along with the other contestants, but the files have been misplaced...or so they claim.

(revised) En Garde! A Compendium of Fencing and...RESULTS!

Of course---you know I can't just post results, I have to make it all historical and sh*t. Sorry. I fear, also, this will not as amusing commentary either, but swordplay is no laughing matter. It is serious business. When JD asked for hostesses for the events, I considered none other than this one. I think because of my short time as a ballerina in high school, and martial artist, fencing is one sport that looks so deadly elegant, I am drawn to its charms.

Found this ancient book on a shelf in the kitchens of a fiesty gnome: A History of Fencing What he was doing with it next to the Treatise on Cupcakes and the Theramore Tourist Guide, I have no idea.

I confess, I did not watch the summer Olympics. I watched the building of the Olympic pool, and I watched the lousy swim reporter, but that was about it. However, my Rogue told me of the horrible events for the poor South Korean fencer, Shin A-Lam, all because of a broken clock and rules that do not fit with modern technology. I still cry "bullsh*t" on this whole mess. This broke my heart.

Did you also know that ballet and fencing are instrinsically linked? I learned this when I took ballet in high school, and thought "how cool is that?"


But of course,there is the master of swords, Inigo Montayo:

Last I heard he was opening up a School for Pirates somewhere in southern Spain.

Oh, winners? What? You're tired of taking notes? Okay, fine. A+ for you all, and here you go:

Gold Medalist from Lower City!

Silver Covenant for the Silver!

Bronze awarded to Silvermoon City!

Here are all the contestants in their amazing outfits, er, gear!

August 30: With abiding and deep apologies, here is the missing entrant: - absolutely, positively stunning: