Otakon was fun! Photos coming soon. Meanwhile, I did finish a new WoW drawing… My ancient scanner doesn’t hook up to my nice new computer so I just took a crappy picture of it. Hope you can still read the bubbles:
Heehee. Inspired by a specific incident when there was only one pally for 25 people who all wouldn’t settle for Kings… and Mr. Obnoxious kept insisting on keeping his pet buffed although it kept dying! xD
Q: What did Magtheridon say when his Earthquake killed the raid?
A: “It’s not my fault!”
Mmm I could hear the internet groan as I typed that. Little cyber beeps and buzzes of pain, music to my ears.
So! I, er, hit Level 73. Woo… hoo… My professions are at 376 & 380, respectively. I half-heartedly attempted to acquire Wrath gems to resocket my once-proud, now-pitifully defunct BC gear, but logged off in a fit of ADD. I can barely recall the sound of Babyfresh’s squeaky little voice coming through my headset. I do not recognize more than half the names in my mysteriously expanded guild. Increasingly sparse text messages of “Yo we need healz” no longer fill me with a sense of I-must-rush-home urgency. In short, I have become… de-WoWified. Black is the day… I have become a “casual” gamer.
On other fronts, YO what do I get Biggie for Christmas??? I went ahead & ordered a Logitech G9 mouse, because his mouse is crappy and buggy and a million years old, and by all technophile standards the G9 is by far the most superior gaming mouse out there. Price kinda stings, but what stung even more is how Amazon DROPPED THE PRICE the day after I ordered it. I predict further droppage next week. Bastards. YOU ARE PROMOTING PROCRASTINATING BEHAVIOR!!! Anyway, I worry that it’s not enough of a gift. What else should I get him?
That’s all, I’m signing off now. But, just to keep up pretenses that this blog does, in fact, have a smidgen of drewed stuff, here’s an old cute sketch of mine I’d like to share:
So I was thinking of trying my hand at NaNoWriMo / NaBloPoMo, one or the other. At first I thought I would probably do NaBloPoMo as it wouldn’t require as much time and effort, but somehow I found myself signing up for NaNoWriMo, just for the heck of it. I wasn’t sure if I was really going to do it until I read the cute little auto-generated email that goes out with every signup:
1) It’s okay to not know what you’re doing. Really. You’ve read a lot of novels, so you’re completely up to the challenge of writing one. If you feel more comfortable outlining your story ahead of time, do so. But it’s also fine to just wing it. Write every day, and a book-worthy story will appear, even if you’re not sure what that story might be right now.
2) Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it’s hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn’t. Every book you’ve ever loved started out as a beautifully flawed first draft. In November, embrace imperfection and see where it takes you.
3) Tell everyone you know that you’re writing a novel in November. This will pay big dividends in Week Two, when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who’ve had to hear about your novel for the past month. Seriously. Email them now about your awesome new book. The looming specter of personal humiliation is a very reliable muse.
3.5) There will be times you’ll want to quit during November. This is okay. Everyone who wins NaNoWriMo wanted to quit at some point in November. Stick it out. See it through. Week Two can be hard. Week Three is much better. Week Four will make you want to yodel.
How cute! I’m sold. I’ve always wanted to write a novel… well more of a graphic novel/comic book really. I usually start out strong with these awesome ideas and then just… peter to a stop. Having a goal of pumping out about 1,667 words per day no matter what words they are might really get me somewhere. I’m stoked! I’ll probably be picking up on this old idea I had:
A heart-pounding adventure full of peril! Epic battles between the forces of good and evil! A fearless young protagonist on the cusp of discovery! Ferocious monsters! Impossible odds! Friendships! Enmities! Betrayals! Triumphs! Awkward dialogue! Adverbs on adverbs on adverbs! Reckless switches of past and present tenses! Very Cheesy Main Character Names!
Well, if I’m not too disgusted with the finished product, if indeed it gets finished, which I’m by no means guaranteeing at all, I might somehow make it available to any interested readers. Those are some pretty heavy ifs though so it’s a good thing I’m sure nobody’s interested!
Anyway! So if you don’t see me blogging much in November, it’s because I’ll be click-clacking away on the road to becoming the next J.K. Rowling / Stephenie Meyer. <:^D Wish me luck in not giving up halfway… >.<
Okay so there we were fighting Kael-thas, the last boss in Heroic MGT. The hunter who’s in charge of kiting the phoenix forgets what “kiting” means and dies right away, so I pop the brez early on. Being the uber leet pro healer that I am with legendary mana regen, I’m at full mana keepin everyone at full health til we hit the first gravity lapse.
Suddenly, ppl are being all kinds of mentally challenged! Getting hit by the 0.0001mph orbs, taking damage, swimming AWAY from me, out of range, out of LOS, right into the orbs like Smart People. All our dps die like noobs. Tank & I look Kael’thas sitting at about 40%, grimly nod at each other & go at it.
Tank goes plink plink plink I scratch u with my sword! Take that! And that! And oh yea that!
I pop out of tree, MOONFIRE INSECT SWARM WRATH WRATH WRATH *gulp mana pot* OH SHIT HEAL HEAL MOONFIRE INSECT SWARM WRATH WRATH WRATH HEEEAL. The dead nublets are like, “Hurry up & wipe so we can run back.” Me & tank ignore them. Two more gravity lapses & I’m out of mana. INNERVATE FTW~!~!~!
Back at full mana, going at it- TRAGEDY STRIKES! TANK DEAD! KAEL’THAS AT 15%! Impossible! It’s unfortunate that I never looked up the definition of that word. MOONFIRE! WRATH SPAM! MANA POT! DRUMS OF BATTLE! SWIM AWAAAAY FROM ORBS! LIFEBLOOM! LIFEBLOOM! MOOOOOOONFIRE!!!
Kael’thas, dead.
Dead folks, screaming.
Me, quietly eating my mana biscuits.
Cos uber leet pro people don’t bask.
We just are.
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Oh, btw. I haven’t been drawing lately. I guess that makes the premise of this blog pretty misleading. So uh here’s an old sketch for your viewing pleasure, not really WoW-related but one of my better ones IMO:
Tragically Misunderstood
Babyfresh & Me, a la Calvin & Hobbes
So this is my tribute to Bill Watterson, cos I love Calvin & Hobbes! This is supposed to be me (resto druid) and my gnome warlock pal Babyfresh, who is my favorite person in the guild to tease. He’s one of our youngest members and his reactions to a little gentle teasing are so cute! xD We actually had an exchange very similar to this, which made me think of Bill Watterson’s old strip & inspired me to draw it out.
In conclusion:
1. Gnomes are cute.
2. My scanner sucks.
