Man, adulthood is SCARY.

So as those of you who follow me on Twitter know, we’re buying a house. We close on the 3rd.

Which means this blog might COME BACK TO LIFE as I flail wildly at this whole…owning a house thing. Although that might be me whining about how expensive things like CURTAINS are because oh boy, do I have a lot to say about that.

Also expect pictures of my yard and yelling WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WITH THIS SHIT?



Whoa, hey, what?

Things going on in the life of Amber:

  • More Guild Wars 2. (all the alts, forever)
  • Feeling like an utter failure as an adult (my job is meh but I don’t see anything better than I qualify for; house hunting may be postponed AGAIN)
  • WRITANS (novel number 3, draft 2–the other two novels have been tossed into a drawer because…reasons)
  • More feeling like a failure as an adult (QQ, I turn 29 in March, shouldn’t I have accomplished something by now?)
  • Being weirded out by the fact that I turn 29 soon
  • seriously, what the fuck is with the passage of time, I don’t understand

The world sensed I hadn’t blogged lately, so it gave me assholes.

I have very low expectations of lowbie pugs. Still, I hold some standards: if I queue as a healer, I have caster gear on and will try to heal you. If I queue as a tank, I will have tanking gear on and will try to tank for you. Now, my standards for other tanks at least lower to “not in caster gear trying to tank” but apparently this is just too much for some people.

I was on my wee little 39 druid, trying to get her up to 40. She both heals and tanks, but my rogue has my DPS/tanky heirlooms, so I was only signing up to heal. I zone into DM, and I target the other tank. It’s a druid. I wait for bear form.


They pull with roots and randomly moonfire at shit. The trash dies without too much paim, but still, I speak up: “Um?”

“lol were trying this thing”
“where we dont need other people” (so you queue’d up with other people because WHY?)

Fuck this I’m going to bed.


D&D Shennanigans

So we decided to scroll up in the D&D table chat and see how far it went. Well…in fact, the table goes all the way up to the FIRST TIME WE LOADED THE TABLE. Apparently when we were first exploring the awesomeness that is the official Wizards table, this is what we had to say:

orithea(Loranys Songsteel): ********* GUYS THERE’S A GIANT FINGER ATTACKING US
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): ********* that *********!
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): *********!
Achloryn(Lazan Silvershaper): *********
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): *********
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): It won’t let me say *********
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): I can’t make ********* jokes
orithea(Loranys Songsteel): asscherry
orithea(Loranys Songsteel): !!!!
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): cocknugget
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): bwahaha
orithea(Loranys Songsteel): *********canoe?
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): cunecanoe?
Achloryn(Lazan Silvershaper): *********
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): er
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): *********canoe
Achloryn(Lazan Silvershaper): *********
Achloryn(Lazan Silvershaper): ass
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): what the hell
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): *********
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): cocknugget
Obsidian_Dragon(Kevara): Strange.


So we meet again.

You didn’t think I was done blogging, did you?  Oh no. Not by a long shot. I have entirely too much to say to fall silent now, my dears. Just instead of a World of Warcraft blog, you now have a…a random ass shit blog of nerdery and things. Yes.

So, I hope you enjoy. I’m sure there’ll be flowcharts. There must always be flowcharts.