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Work has been hectic. I’ve gotten real busy and will be so for the foreseeable future. I do have a series of posts as mentioned before that will be coming out. I’ve written them and re-written them several times and hopefully I won’t rewrite them again.

In the meantime, I have been spending a lot of time leveling alts. I got my mage to 52 and it was a ton of fun once I switched from fire to frost. Not sure why yet, but watching a bunch of mobs get stuck in their tracks is satisfying. 🙂

So I am now working on getting my hunter, mage, and lock up to 60 to catch up with the rogue and warrior. I’ll keep grinding away at them all until I get to 80.


You Know…

…you’re going to suck at all classes when you try to Life Tap on your druid between pulls in ICC.

Arguing With Amber

Ky: whatever! you have cooties!
Amber: LOL wtf Ky
way to lose an argument
Ky: i didn’t lose! i said you had cooties! that’s epic win!
Amber: I so won and you know it.
Ky: you’re a woman and only think you’ve won
Amber: Pfft.
You’re a woman and just think you can’t lose
Ah, I fuck up my own retorts
that were lame to begin with.
I’m going to go stand in a corner of a round room now.
Ky: lmao
so copying that to cel
Amber: god damn it
/shake fist
Ky: yeah just wait until it shows up on my blog

Ky’s Moral Code (Ky Has Morals?!)

When I was 7 or 8 years old I remember getting mad at my younger sister a lot. She was only a year and a half younger than I and we used to compete in everything. She was a major tomboy and growing up on a farm in Bear Lake, Idaho only served to reinforce that trait in her. Being the younger sister she felt compelled to be better at everything I did. As the older sibling and feeling superior for being a boy (Hey, I was 7 or 8! Boys were better at everything! Besides girls had cooties!) I didn’t feel too threatened, but there were times when she’d just push me a little too far!

I remember one particular morning. I’m pretty sure it was a Saturday. Dad had gotten back from milking the cows that morning, finished breakfast, and was getting ready to head out again. As a young half-Japanese boy I was pretty sure that I was a ninja. So when my sister upset me, I did what any ninja would do. I jump kicked her in the chest and knocked her to the ground! Hai-ya!

Unfortunately young little ninjas are no match for 5’10” 190 lbs of muscle…

My father played football. He was in the Army. He worked on a farm. He chucked bales of hay. He fixed fences. He worked on tractors. He moved sprinkler pipe by hand. I’m talking the 40′ length 6″ diameter bastards! And probably a mile or two of it when he did! In winter time he did this in his army jacket.
In other words, he was big and he was scary when he wanted to be!

So it is no small miracle that I didn’t crap my drawers as he grabbed the front of my shirt, lifted me up, looked me straight in the eye and said in a very calm, but stern voice, “If you ever hit your sister or any girl ever again, I will hit you as hard as I can.”

As I stared at this bear of a man, my life flashing before my eyes and praying for a re-run, I choked back the tears and with a timid gulp replied, “Okay…”
Fast forward four or five years…

We had moved off the farm and were living in Eugene, Oregon. It was a beautiful, sunny (which is a miracle in and of itself west of the Cascade Mountains) Sunday afternoon. Church had just finished and I was looking forward to going home, taking off my blasted tie, and goofing off. Unfortunately, my family had a tendency to take their time once church got out. They would get caught up socializing with people in the hallways and foyers. And with the impatience of a 12 year old I decided I was going to “prompt” my family into going home by waiting for them in the car.

Wading through the sea of people I approached the exit, walked calmly through, and proceeded my way across the parking lot…

“BRIAN!”, came the yell that stopped me dead in my tracks. “Get over here NOW!!!” (Yeah, my name is Brian. How weird is that?)

Turning I saw my father standing at the door to the church in a fit of rage. Wondering what in the world I could have possibly done to have upset my father, I noticed a woman walking through the lot looking at me obviously wondering the same thing.

As I approached my dad he placed his hand on my shoulder and firmly turned me around pointing at the woman. “Do you see that lady?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gulped. Clearly more confused than ever. Secretly wondering if she had told on me for something I wasn’t even sure I had done.

“You didn’t hold the door open for her,” he said.

Blinking I couldn’t believe that my dad had yelled at me from across a parking lot at church of all places for this! Are you kidding me?! How was I supposed to know that she was there? I didn’t see her coming behind me. And I told him so.

“You didn’t bother to look,” was his only response. I could see the disappointment on his face as he turned and walked away.

I normally tell these two stories around topics of chivalry, dating, and the general treatment of women. My dad raised me to respect women and treat them differently than men. I hesitate to say better, because he wanted me to treat everyone with respect, but he did teach me to treat women differently. But for the purposes of this post, I tell these two stories to explain my own views of how to treat people in general.

1 -Just because you can do something to someone else, doesn’t mean you should.

2- Just because you didn’t know doesn’t excuse the fact that you didn’t bother to look.

This post was inspired by a recent post by Beruthiel. It reached a length over 3400 words and wasn’t close to being done, so I shortened it considerably. The other two parts will probably appear in the next couple of days as separate posts.

Heigh Ho!

From about November thru February I didn’t have much to do, but now? Yeah I’m going to be swamped from now until August. It’s making it hard to post, but I’m still here.

Level Before Patch 3.3.3!

The amount of Honor awarded for an Honorable Kill has been increased by 100% for characters of all levels. Given that all avenues in the game which award players with Honor do so with a calculated conversion from a specific amount of Honorable Kills, this change means that all Honor players can obtain through various means will be increased by 100%. To offset against this in two key areas, experience gains in Battlegrounds have been reduced by 50%

Given that I’ve been leveling in AV in the 51-60 bracket this is a bad thing! I can get 6 bars per AV when we down all the towers and win. It’s a really quick way to level when I get lucky enough to get on a fast winning streak! Looks like I need to level the hunter, mage, and lock fast!


You ever have one of those days where you just want to /ignore everyone?

Trade chat? Check.
Battlegrounds? Check.
General? Check.
Guild chat? Check?

Sometimes you want to be the center of attention. Other times you want to slink off into the shadows. And sometimes you’re just plain emo…

Krikket whispered me in an ICC10 the other day nominating me for sainthood. I asked why and apparently she thinks I have a lot of patience. My reply was “only in public”. 🙂

Either way sometimes I just reach the end of my rope and sometimes I just don’t know why.

So last night I log in to game and Vent with the intent of getting my warrior to 60. That’s when it happened. One tiny little thing set my mood for the rest of the night.

So with a little irritation I queue up for an AV run. The 51-60 bracket sucks big time since there only ever seems to be one group at a time so the wait is sometimes horrible. But it didn’t take too long before I joined a fail group that was deadlocked at two towers down and one bunker. Well at least we’re winning, but I just missed out on a buttload of experience. 😦 Then the accusations start flying as there isn’t a single ally on defense since we’ve got the entire Horde stuck at their end between TP and FWGY. We’re winning by less than a hundred reinforcements, but it’s deadlocked and I know I am not going to get much experience out of this win or lose. And I didn’t. Kind of a waste, but at least we won.

Unfortunately a few other things happen and I decide I can’t take it anymore. My finger itches towards the /gquit button. I hesistate knowing full well that I’m just being emotional and for really stupid reasons to boot. But hey, even the guy who doesn’t give a rat’s ass what people think of him has feelings from time to time.

So as I sit there going through scenarios about what my quitting would do and chuckling over the thought of Amber /flailing, I decide the best thing to do is log off.

The kids not going to bed and staying in bed didn’t improve my mood. Call of Duty didn’t actually improve my mood either because for whatever reason lately CoD likes to pair me into the fail groups so I lose a lot. I almost always have the highest kill/death ratio and often have the highest or 2nd highest number of kills on my team, but I fail at winning (which is odd since I have a 0.95 win/lose ratio so I shouldn’t complain too much, but I will anyway).

I suppose if there’s a lesson to be learned here it’s that you should never do anything rash in the moment. Anyway, still emo and still wanting to /ignore the world.