OOC – The Joys Of Not Being Mechanically Inclined


August 16, 2019

I don’t usually procrastinate with things that I need to do; however, I am not known for my ability to put furniture together even with the instructions.  The last couple of items that I have been forced to deal with had no written instructions, just pictures.  Yes, it did give some hilarity when I discovered that some of the pictures had been printed backwards and didn’t do what you wanted it to do.  Oh well, good thing I figured that puzzle out.   I have a very large L-shaped executive desk in my loft that is filled with computer screens’.  I thought that my next best option would be to purchase a small folding desk to get things set up for the return of my Corsair.  If it overheats this time, I’ll be shocked because we’re almost sitting in the A/C vent.

Anyway, I wasn’t expecting the computer back until today or tomorrow and thought I had ample time to get my desk put together and get a few things sorted out or pitched out to the refuse bin.  Well, sweat was pouring and I was hip deep in instructions written in Russian and pictures that my granddaughter could’ve drawn – the doorbell rings and I beat feet down to the door.  Yep, computer got here on Wednesday, a day or two early.

You must understand that I am one of those people that can’t chew gum and walk at the same time without causing themselves physical damage.  Yesterday was the day the Lord Hath Made to Make Me feel silly.  I had this giant box in my living room that was the “folding desk” – well, dunno if they thought that was a joke to try to fold an elephant several times and stuff it in an envelope, however, it took me the better part of two hours to get the thing out of the box. I had box cutters, scissors and my bare hands – that was just for the box.  Well, got the box open and discovered that there was more packing in there than chips in a Lays potato chip bag.  I decided that I would leave that on there while I totally took aim at the stairs and lifted it one step at a time up a full flight of stairs – I don’t think my back and my feet will ever be the same.

Let me explain real quickly that I weigh less than a one hundred pounds and I’m less than five feet tall – that should explain the lifting up the stairs for some of you – plus, I’m 70 years old and your muscles don’t exactly stick with you at this age.  Back in the day before I hit my “Golden Years” I would just have hefted the thing up over my head and trotted up the stairs – old age ain’t grand.

Anyway, finally got the desk in position and got it all set up and then came more fun things – opening the new screen box (box cutter was downstairs and I didn’t want to go back after it), getting the keyboard out, mouse out, getting it all set up on the desk.  Awesome, we’re now cooking along.  Carried the computer upstairs and unpacked that to set it up.  My fun part was trying to locate another power strip to plug all this wonderful stuff into – that’s another story and I won’t go into that.

Got it all set up and discovered that built-in speakers on the display sucked swamp water, so, quickly ordered another set of speakers from Amazon.  Oh, the speakers work but it must be manually done on the display to turn up the sound and all that, doesn’t recognize the keyboard commands.  Those even came in a day early too, what a joy.

Now, you also must remember that my husband is physically challenged and couldn’t help with any of this, so, his suggestion after it was all finished was “Why didn’t you just carry the boxes up to the loft?” – I think I wanted to hit him, but I just smiled and nodded my head and replied, “I just wanted to do it my way.” 

The Corsair seems to be working just fine and the setup is kind of tiny but it’s big enough for what I want to do with it.   Of course, have the newest gaming machine in the place of honor and the potato right next to it.  The Corsair is sitting closer to the A/C vent and the stairs (there is a reason for that if it fails again).  One of these days I will take a picture of my setups and post it when I get enough energy stored up to give the place a good cleanup.  Now, if I have someone over, they can use one of the computers without taking my spot and using my comfy gaming chair.

LOL, I’m not sure why I wrote this, just needed to vent about my adventures of how I put things together.  Many pinched fingers and bruised toes later, it’s done and I’m very pleased with my efforts.  The fun thing is that it is all paid for and I am never going to buy another piece of equipment – that’s the plan, anyway.

See you all in Azeroth.

OOC – Still Having Fun


August 13, 2019

I will have to admit that I was one of those silly people that sat there for quite a while and finally got the names that I wanted to play in Classic.  I do intend to play a bit of it but I’m not dedicating all of game time to that endeavor because I have too many characters in retail to let it just sit idly by.  I’m happy that I got my original names from Classic and I went totally Alliance.  I honestly don’t know how much time I will spend in Classic because I know how it was when it was current, and I have been spoiled by the retail game now.

I did start out playing Alliance back in the day and stayed in that group for roughly five years before moving my characters from IceCrown to Wrymrest Accord.   I might still be on my original server except for five years I played a male character and didn’t use Voice Chat at all until three days before I left the server and the fertilizer hit the fan when they discovered I was female.  Looking back on it now, it is kind of sad but that’s okay.  My son had told me to play a male character and to not use the chat because it was my very first MMO and I wasn’t all that savvy with the internet back in 2005.  To be exact the only game I ever really played was TSO (The SimsOnline) from Beta until they closed the servers – that’s when I went to playing WoW.   I had tons of fun and made a lot of friends on IceCrown or I thought they were friends until they found out I was a female – no one ever asked me if I was female or male and I didn’t bother to tell them.  How well would that have gone over – “Oh, by the way, I’m a girl.”

Moved as Alliance to Wrymrest and found that the RP wasn’t all that grand and couldn’t find a decent guild to hang onto.  My son has always played Horde and had a guild that he belonged too, so, I faction changed (had to earn all my reps again, which I didn’t mind) and that’s where I have been since then.  It’s been fun, made more friends and just kind of settled in on Wrymrest and I doubt that I’ll move anytime soon.

I’m just enjoying my time on the game as I can and waiting for Corsair to ship my computer back after they’ve fixed it.  Yes, I did get another computer and was ready to donate my Corsair to the recycling place when Corsair contacted me and said that they would fix the thing.  So, we’ll see how that goes and how long it lasts this time.  It was a great machine and I loved it until it just went south so fast that I didn’t know what was happening.  Hey, I’m not a real tech savvy person either – I worked on computers when they were room sized.

I know that I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my WordPress and WoW to keep my brain somewhat functioning.  Tried watching television and felt like I was going to start drooling and felt somewhat brain dead.  Hehe, nope, I’m a gamer, I guess.

I hope you all are having some fun in Azeroth and hope to see you there.

Alexander Wynterstorm


Alexander Wynterstorm

August 6th

Dear Journal,

I have been out in the field so long that I have decided that I should start writing stuff down to combat the loneliness sometimes.  Sure, I have my comrades in arms, but I truly do not have that much in common with them – they have families and loved ones while I have nothing other than my pet.  I don’t think I’m a bad looking fellow nor do I think that I am drop-dead gorgeous.  I’m just a Blood Elf and a Ranger because my magical ability doesn’t rank high enough to start a simple campfire.

I’m just another Sindorei orphan kid that has grown up and moved on with my life like so many others.  There is really nothing special about me.  I’m not a hero, I’m not an officer in the corps nor am I some secret noble that is hiding his nobility.  Ah well, just being a Ranger is enough for me and I know that I will be happy if I ignore all the criteria in Silvermoon City to be one of the special people.  There are times that I truly hate going to Silvermoon because I usually stand around and just smile and nod at people.  I’m not important or impressive enough to warrant that much attention from the citizenry.

I guess that I should mention my name, it’s Alexander Wynterstorm.  I don’t know where the surname came from other than the fact that I was dropped off at the orphanage in a winter storm with a few other babies – we all got stuck with the same surname because the matron on duty was too tired to think of any others.  So, there are six of us with that name and we all arrived within one hour at the steps.  It must have been “baby drop-off day” or something because the matrons say that there are usually one or two babies dropped off most often, not a group of babies like I was with.  My thought is that the matron wasn’t paying attention to the door and we all kind of stacked up there.  I think that someone might have noticed if a wagon pulled up in front of the orphanage and the carter started plopping babies out on the steps in a group?  Wouldn’t you think so?

When I was a kid, I would hope that someone would come along and adopt me and then tell me that they were really my parents and that they hadn’t meant to leave me at the orphanage – they would then shower me with all kinds of gifts and clothes and we’d live in this big glorious house in Silvermoon with servants and stuff.  Yeah, I had a big imagination back then, at least I did think about nice things back then.  Well, let’s jus say that I wasn’t ever adopted, and I blame it on my cursed red hair – no one wants a redheaded elf, they want blondes, brunettes or even brown-haired ones – redheaded elves are just too common.

One older kid told me that he used to have red hair and he shaved his head and it all came back in as black as night.  Okay, if that’s how it’s done, it’s worth a go – so, I shaved my head.  Got my backside warmed up by the matron and was forbidden to be seen by any of the adoptive people that were visiting.  No, my hair came back in just as red as it had been, and it just seemed like there was more of it than ever.  Lesson learned “Don’t listen to older kids” about how things are done.  Yeah, I tried the dying thing too and all I got out of that was some strange orange hair with green stripes in it and a bunch of blisters on my head and…another backside warmup. 

I went through all the schooling and the only thing that I seemed to be reasonable with was skipping classes.  I did well with reading and writing and I did learn to cypher a bit, just so I could keep up with my winnings at cards.  Yes, I would have been a great candidate for Murder Row if I hadn’t had an aptitude for hunting and fighting.  I tried the magic thing and the only thing I did was to burn up a bookshelf and set the instructors robes on fire more than once.  I didn’t last long in that area nor did I last long trying to apprentice to one of the magistrates, seems my mouth was more prone to go off before my brain got in gear to control it. 

On my birthday I was given a few gifts, a bag to carry my belongings and showed the door with a note to report to the Rangers training area.  Okay, it wasn’t snowing or anything like that when I left so I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to make my way there.  So, off I went to the Row to try my hand at gambling with thoughts of amassing a large fortune and being able to support myself in a manner that would make the kids at the orphanage envious.  Let’s just say that it didn’t happen – I woke up naked, all my belongings gone and a guard poking me rudely with a blunted spear.  Yes, I got rolled and robbed my first night out of the orphanage.  The guard threw his cloak over my shoulders and escorted me to the training area – my letter was gone and I had no proof of identity, however, I was able to convince them that I was the Alexander Wynterstorm that the orphanage matrons had written about and , my letter had been stolen with everything else that I had. At least I got a recruit uniform, a place to sleep and some food – the training would start on the morrow.

Alex Wynterstorm

((obviously, to be continued))

Waxing Nostalgic


Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author

July 21st

Dear Journal,

It feels like it has been forever since I have taken the time to sit down long enough to write anything down for myself.  So much paperwork comes with command and it seems like everything needs to be posted out immediately.  Of course, I could take a step down and then I’d probably have double the workload – I do know how to delegate as well as any other Commander and I know that Rangers would much rather be things actively and not be stuck at a desk.  Oh well, I’ll do what I can.

I do thank the powers-to-be that I was able to take some time away from my duties and got to spend some time with my wife.  Oh, I do miss those days when we could slip away without much notice from our comrades.  Times change and we still must live with the prejudices that wax and wane with the political climates that are forever changing.

Oh, to be able to hold Amyn in my arms and smell her scent.  Just to feel her lithe body close to my own is like a welcomed freedom that we have never taken for granted.  Our liaison could have cost us our lives many times in the past and there are times when we have been able to share our family and our lives openly when we were living in Dalaran when it was in Northrend before the Jaina Proudmore incident.  Oh well, those were special days for us – having a home that I had spent years building and furnishing over the years. I still miss that home and the freedom that we had there.  Oh well, we have a beautiful place to live together and to have our family with us when we can arrange it.  We have always been very partial to Shattrath and that lead us to settle our family there when we were younger – being a free open city, we could live together openly.

So many years we have had to slip around like a couple of kids to find our time together – who knows, that may have added the extra spice to our lives although I don’t know that I can handle much more spice.  We have our two sons as well as we hope grandchildren to come our way in the future.  Life can be good; however, the constant strife and battling seems to be a way of life on Azeroth.

At least I know that my wife and children are safe for the moment.  I know that it is never an assured thing with all of us active in this conflict going on.   Amyn keeps an eye out for the boys and tries to make sure that they are okay without becoming a nuisance – she’s a good Mother and has always had her children’s interest to heart.  I do what I can because it would be rather difficult for me to see them all the time because they took after their Mom with their appearances – Kaldorei.  Yeah, it would be hard to explain a Sindorei chatting it up with them if we were ever caught.

I still have a few more days to enjoy being with Amyn here in Outland before I must head back to my duties.  One day I will find the peace that we both crave, and we will be able to live a normal life of some sort and I don’t care if it must be here in Nagrand either.  It has taken us years to get the house the way that we want it and it is as comfortable as the house we had Dalaran before the Purge.

Well, time for me to take off and get some things done – I think I hear Dawnglory talking and I wonder why he is here.

Fnor Morningstar

OOC – When it rains…


June 15, 2019

Fun times and just life in general can be a bit of a pain in the backside.  Was playing on the potato (very old Lenovo machine) and the display died – hey, it was about eight years old and had been pancaked a few times by my rather kitty person.  I’m surprised that it lasted that long.    I did replace the display with a new AOC display, inexpensive works for me.  The next step seemed to be to go back on the gaming machine until the new display arrived (which it did).

Well, log into the gaming machine and no sound, not even a buzz.  Totally freaked out at this point and just ordered new speakers – I have a headset; however, it does seem like it just likes to annoy me more than anything.  I did like the new speakers a whole lot and decided the potato deserved some more love and got the same speakers for it.  Anyway, got the machines up and running again and I’m off to the races it seems. 

Have just started feeling like I can play a few hours in WoW without going completely blind. I have days when it’s not possible to play but it’s how it goes when you hit 70 years old officially.  Thank heavens for Kindle books because I can read a while and then switch to audio eBooks – hey, I keep my mind busy at least.

I keep myself amused with games, music and books and do most of my socializing in games because it’s too dang hot to go out and toast these old bones.

I’m starting to play a bit more and trying to get my head wrapped around my writing.  With most of my characters still not in BfA, most of them will refer to Legion era or older.  Hey, I wasn’t ready to leave Legion yet and BfA hasn’t exactly been calling my name.  Still grinding rep in Legion.

See you all in Azeroth.

OOC – Start Of The New Year


January 3rd, 2019

I will have to admit that I am not sorry to see 20118 go the way of the great white whale because it was not one of the better years for me, however, I’m still upright and kicking, so, for that, I’m thankful. Had one heck of year in RL with illnesses of my own and taking care of the family was almost overwhelming at times. Ah well, it doesn’t do to dwell on that so much because it just makes me feel very depressed.

I haven’t been playing much in the way of video games lately because my vision is not what it should be, and I don’t know if there is anything that can fix it either. Seems that cataracts are the wave of the future until I can get them taken care of. I can honestly say that getting old hasn’t been a great experience for me, however, I could deal with that, but the vision loss is really disconcerting for me when I am used to reading quite a bit as well as playing on the computer. I feel like the character in the series of Twilight Zone where the fellow wore glasses and his biggest wish was to be able to read as much as he wanted whenever he want and to heck with other people – well, long story short, he broke his glasses when his wish came true – there he sat surrounded by books and couldn’t read a lick.

My situation is much like that character in the fact that I did get my gaming computer, new screen and the whole lot – now, I can play for a bit of time before my vision bothers me too much. Oh, those dreams of getting everything caught up have crashed back to reality and I’ll play when I feel like I can see what I am doing for a bit. Let’s just say that playing solo does have it’s benefits because I know that I won’t be able to run dungeons or things that have a lot of activity for the time being.

I’m still trying to maintain a positive attitude with things being the way that they are, however, I will have to admit that there are times that I get depressed. I’ve tried to stay caught up on the news with video gaming and that is just flat out depressing for someone like myself that has dedicated most of their retirement to gaming.  I am still planning on playing for as long as I can, and I hope that things will get better for me physically so that I can enjoy it again.

I apologize for being such a downer, however, I just wanted to let people know that I may not be as active in reading and writing for a while. I am off to the doctor today to see if he will be able to direct me to a specialist that can possibly help me with the issues that I am having.

 

See you all in Azeroth.

 

 

 

OOC – So Many Tasks and Not Enough Time


October 31, 2018

 

Been rather busy of late with RL stuff but that’s how it goes sometimes.   I know that physically I have had a few bad days, however, that’s also to be expected especially at this time of year when the weather is constantly going from roasting your bum to freezing it off. Yep, Fall is not an easy time in the Rockies.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time reading of late and have been extremely happy with my purchase of a Kindle. Easy to read anywhere and it fits in my purse very easily. I’ve wanted one for several years, however, I have quite an extensive library of hardback books with bookshelves taking up a large part of my loft. Oh well, I still read those too and will continue to enjoy myself. I know that I have read over 20 books since I made the purchase and it really is very relaxing when you don’t feel like jumping around in a video game.

I haven’t played much the last couple of weeks because I’m still making up my mind as to how I feel about the current expansion in World of Warcraft. I can’t recall seeing as many complaints about the game before now and some of them seem to have a bit of validity. I will admit that I have purchased the game for all my accounts and had planned on playing quite a bit more than I have in the last few months. I know that I will keep playing regardless if it is good or not because I still enjoy playing and I still enjoy interacting with people. I know that sounds kind of lame with the way that I have been playing lately. I know that it is hard to just think about walking away for a while, so, mini-breaks can’t hurt too much. I don’t mind running behind the crowd either because I keep hoping that the “bugs” will get squashed before I get there.

I’m turning into quite the casual player of games lately and I don’t really mind it because I don’t like the idea of being forced into doing something that isn’t real fun for me. Most of the time, if I am in the mood to play at all, it will be World of Warcraft because I have been in that game for longer than some people have been born. I know, it’s an addictive game but I’d much rather have that addiction than something else.   Still bopping along in Destiny 2 and having a giggle fest with Call of Duty – hey, I know my reactions are bad when I go “oh crap!” and I’m already dead. It’s fun anyway – good thing I’m not trying to compete with some people that want to be the best of everything.

Oh well, I suppose I should get ready for Halloween – I just won’t comb my hair and put my teeth in – that should scare the socks off the little blighters that coming ringing the bell.

 

See you in Azeroth