Thursday, 30 December 2010
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
This is a seriously brain-melting question. Where would I be now if WoW didn’t exist? Or where would I be now if I’d never started playing? Or are those two questions essentially the same thing anyway? I can’t tell you where I would be, but I can tell you where I wouldn’t be. See the difference?
It should also be noted that whilst I have written the occasional post that’s full of personal stuff, this one is a whopper - a combination of a love letter to Himself and a (long-overdue) thank you letter to Tam and Miss M, without whom there would be no Himself and Myself. Well, clearly there would be a Him and a Me but there wouldn’t be an Us. If you’re feeling bitter about relationships, or just generally despise and detest romance and joy, stop reading now.
So… are you sitting comfortably?
Back in the spring, I read about a new WoW ‘project’ set up by Tam in Europe and Miss Medicina in the US – SAN, the ‘bloggers’ guild. I’d burnt out from raiding and WoW in general, but missed gaming and being an avid reader (and occasional writer) of blogs, I decided to roll a character on AD and get back into playing. Not long after, my long-term relationship hit the buffers and we split up. I wrote a brief post about this – not to garner sympathy but because I felt the final decision had been mine, and as we were both guilded with SAN it felt like the right thing to do – to let people we gamed with know the score. I was overwhelmed with the support I received; in blog comments, in emails and in in-game chat. I swore off relationships until at least 2011 – I wanted a complete break and for nearly the first time in my life, felt ok about that.
One night I’d gotten talking to a guildie who I vaguely knew – he wrote a witty blog himself and was a regular commentator on my blog. His comments had frequently stood out because he got some of the more obscure references in my posts. He wasn’t particularly vocal in guild chat, but when he did interject it was always with something helpful, well thought out, funny or a combination thereof. I think, but my memory might not be 100% on this, he’d either sent me a tell asking if I was ok or I’d sent him a tell thanking him for his support. We chatted a bit – in particular I recall him being very supportive of my decision to have a ‘relationship detox’ as he called it, and discussing relationships and break ups and coping with the aftermath of them. My initial thoughts regarding intelligence and humour were confirmed and when he eventually logged off (or went afk) to get some wine something cropped up at my end and I went off line. No big deal right?
Over the next few days we chatted a bit more, then one evening, for reasons which continue to allude me, we went from general chatting to something a bit more flirty. But word-play flirty, nothing explicit or untoward. I remember him eventually sending me a tell – up until now we’d been in a chat channel with I think one other person who must have wondered what he’d strolled into, saying that he was struggling with further humour along the lines that we’d been following, and I recall breathing a huge sigh of relief as I’d have had to start recycling puns that I’d made half an hour ago… That night we meandered slowly down the road of more serious flirting, but again, nothing icky, nothing cyber-y. And eventually we logged off. Over the course of a few more nights we progressed from in-game chat, to MSN and email and eventually to an exchange of mobile phone numbers. Then we talked proper for a few nights then it was Friday and neither of us had plans for the weekend. Throwing caution to the winds, we agreed that he’d come down and take me out for supper.
I rang a friend panicking, and asked her to call me at 10pm that night to check I wasn’t bound and gagged in the boot of his car (thanks Feebs *hugs*). I remember giving myself a good talking to. What was I doing, agreeing to meet with someone I’d met over the interwebz? But I also remembered the talks until the early hours, how much I’d liked his voice, how interesting and funny he was, how self-deprecating, how intelligent and how much I wanted to meet him. I had no agenda – at the very least I figured it would be nice to meet him in RL, as it were. I didn’t expect to really like him - that would be expecting too much.
I certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with him in the space of a weekend. I remember very well, on the Saturday afternoon, somewhere quiet in Wiltshire, lying in the sun with my head on his chest and the world stopping. Everything receding, all the noise, the bustle, the internal monologue of ‘must do this, must remember that’ gone. I remember crying, in a “please, no – waaaay to soon, I don’t want this now” way, but also with happiness. It’s so rarely I ‘get’ rapture – those moments where you feel like you really transcend your physical body and something ‘higher’ takes over (sorry for myffic speak, but I’m still struggling to explain it) but that was one of those moments. I remember the crushing feeling of anguish as he dropped me home at crack of dawn on Sunday morning - earlier I'd cried and told him I loved him. Looking at him in profile at the wheel of the car, looking at his wrists on the steering wheel, trying to imprint every moment on my memory. I remember him kissing me and telling me how much he’d like to see me again. And I remember talking to him later that day, and every night thereafter.
He drove down to me every weekend for months. We went abroad for a week in the summer. He bought me the ring I’d described and put it on the fourth finger of my left hand. I left my home, my family, friends and job and moved in with him 6 weeks ago. We went out for supper a fortnight ago – to celebrate our six months together, and talked about the future.
Causality, links in the chain, are so staggeringly fragile. Had Tam not decided on a SAN EU, had SAN not been established on an RP server, had my relationship not gone kaput, had either Himself or I not been bloggers, had we not gotten talking that night, had one of us decided it was too risky to give a phone number to someone online, had one of us gotten cold feet that weekend and cried off. There wouldn’t be an Us. So to Tam and Miss M I offer my heartfelt thanks. Sometimes you change people’s lives without meaning to. You changed mine. You, WoW and Himself. So if it’s all the same with you folks, I’m not going to think about where I’d be if WoW didn’t exist. Because I’m happier now than I’ve been in a very long time, if not forever, and I intend to stay that way. How much of it can I honestly lay at the feet of a game? Most of it. There’s very little likelihood of Himself’s path crossing with mine. We lived 200 miles apart and I can’t fathom a set of circumstances under which we’d have met. Maybe, if you believe in Fate, you’d argue that we would have. I’ll stick to believing in belfs and trolls, if it’s all the same to you…
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Friday, 3 December 2010
DISCLAIMER: this post is quite likely to be gushy and full of how much I love WoW version 2.0, so if you’re feeling generally grumpy about it, and are awaiting your goblin/worgen with bad grace, stop reading now.
If I’d have written this post a few days ago (i.e. on time) it would have been fence-sitter-y. I’d have written about how I’ve always played both Horde and Alliance, and I would have made repeated mention of how I have never really ‘got’ faction pride, in any real sense. I started off playing Horde, then spent a few years playing mainly Alliance, then switched to Horde again early this year, then recently re-visited Alliance to catch up with people I missed. All pre The Shattering, which has, of course, utterly changed how I view ‘factions’ and ‘pride’. If you have yet to play any of the new start zones, you may want to stop reading. I’ll try and keep discussion about specific quest lines to a minimum but I’ll probably mention some stuff here and there.
Whilst I have made two new troll characters and done a bit with them, the character that I’m really enjoying is my Forsaken hunter. She’s still only a baby and has yet to hit level 20 – mainly because I originally made her on my PvE realm, grew to really like her and then remade her on AD on the basis that she was going to get serious play time (and, ahem, that my heirloom gun and dagger is on AD…) My original one had a darkhound as a pet (because I’ve always wanted one!) but my Mk2 version has a grey worg (technically a ‘rare’ from Silverpine, but as I keep seeing it, I assume it’s one of those lowbie zone rares, i.e. not very rare at all.) Himself has pointed out that the Dark Rangers have spiders, and true, you get one as your starting pet but I just don’t like them. They don’t feel very ‘pet’ like to me. And I didn’t want a bear and as I’ve yet to do any real ‘sploring then a worg seemed like a good choice.
Pets aside though – ohmygod how awesome are the Forsaken now? Sylvanas is just the Lady and… they have val’kyr! I want one for Christmas. I really do. More than anything… She’d look great in the corner of my bedroom. Ahem. Where was I? Forsaken, yes. Quest chains of total awesomeness. I wasn’t sure, even after the whole troll start area thing, that I could loathe and despise Garrosh more, but then he called Sylvanas a bitch (he did, he really did – how not cool is that??) and I discovered that I had room for an additional sprinkling of hate on top of my Garrosh-hate stew. Talk about a genetic throwback *breathes* But the quest chains, they really, really draw you in. I’m well aware that this is going to sound slightly weird, but I’m glad that I had no desire to play a worgen, because I’m not sure I could now. Seriously. That’s how good the quests and the plotlines are. Hats off to Blizzard – they’ve sorted my immersion. Worgen hatred, and, I’m discovering, human hatred too now. Surely this is how the game should play? You should completely lose yourself in the storylines, not just kill ten rats. I’ve never been that good with lore and plotlines until now. Himself is a few zones ahead of me, so some of it I’ve seen already (Jenny Awesome anyone? I haven’t got quite that far but Himself’s laughter has been echoing round the flat most of the day – it’s certainly given him immense amounts of pleasure – I suspect, as it’s belf-mockery, I might enjoy it a little less than he did…) but even so, the cut scenes are fantastic, being flown around by val’kyr is superb and I’m running out of adjectives here…
All of which is a long way of saying what I hope is obvious now – that I’m for the Horde!! I’d still rather be for the Horde under Thrall or Saurfang, Sylvanas, Vol’Jin; basically anyone but Garrosh, but I suspect (hope!) that he’ll get his comeuppance eventually (soon!) and then I’ll there to cheer.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Monday, 29 November 2010
The 20 Days of Warcraft Challenge has been keeping me (and a few other bloggers) occupied thus far, so I haven’t really had a chance to do a squeeeee post about The Shattering. It won't be an immensely interesting post anyways (keep reading for proof of that) because I’m still playing WoW in very bite size chunks – partially because I don’t have a decent (by which I mean an office-style) chair to sit on, so if I play for too long my lower back punishes me. I’m a fragile, delicate flower y'know…
And also partially because people really annoy me. I deliberately kept slots free on AD on the basis that the asshat quotient would be lower than on my PvE realm (and I’m sure that it is really) but I’m still seeing players called things like Gogadgetgo. And I want to cry, really I do – this is an RP realm for goodness sake! In fairness, I’m also seeing a lot of people with fantastically appropriate names, especially in the troll starter area – which, as I’m sure you are aware, is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. Having deliberately not rolled a druid, as I wanted to play a troll one, I then foolishly made a troll warlock as well. Which do you think I’ve played? That’s right… I also have a Forsaken hunter who I’m getting quite fond of. All of which worries me slightly as I don’t want to abandon my belfs (and especially not for trolls and undead!)
Even better, Himself and I vaguely attempted to game together (something that we’ve never really done before), only having my teensy MacBook on the desk next to his Mac of insane hugeness (screen wise anyway – seriously playing WoW on a 30” screen is like being at the movies!) means that I’m even more crunched up and my back is even crosser. So the playing together-ness lasted about 20 minutes. In that time, though, I did hear him do his troll accent in real life, which was possibly the cutest thing ever (and also worryingly sexy…!) and is still making me smile whenever I think about it. We’ve decided that when we buy a house (that’s the ‘joy’ for 2011 by the way – it’ll be a quiet year, all we have to do is sell my house, buy a house and get married – how stressful and exhausting can it really be to cram that into a year…?) we clearly need a study with room for a huge desk so we can game side by side. My daughter thought that we couldn’t get geekier in general, bless her, and then she saw us shoulder to shoulder, WoWing together – “You two are soooooo sad!” Poor girl – that’s another few therapy sessions when she’s older I suspect.
Back to game stuffs though – I’ve only done the new undead and troll starting areas and ventured into Orgrimmar (where the hell is everything??) but I assume that they’ve all been partially re-vamped? If the areas I’ve been to are any measure of how all the start zones are then I like it a lot. Linear questing – bring it on. Obvious quest hubs – yes please. I appreciate that everyone won’t feel the same but from what I’ve seen so far it’s a vast improvement. I like the addition of NPC buddies to hold your hand at the beginning – it’s sweet (bitter sweet at times, yes.) I like the fact that the quest item drop rate seems a great deal higher and that when you’re questing together you both get the drop. I adore the fact that eventually most newbie quests give you a bag at some point /cheer. I love the fact that you can wear your racial tabard from the get-go – never mind that I don’t plan to go instancing, it makes me feel more ‘attached’ to the character and their kin (I worry that I’m getting troll pride!) and I think, but I might be mistaken here, that there are markedly more herbs kicking around. Which is obviously fab and groovy. So yes, I’m having fun in small doses. Often the best way, don’t you think…?
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
I can haz atmosphere?
So then what is it? Karazan, without having to think twice. Kara was where I cut my teeth as a healer. I vividly remember hitting 70, having been a good priesty and taken up tailoring so I could have the mooncloth set that was, back then IIRC, entry level Kara gear, and realizing that I was still a few pieces short of being able to make the whatever-the-last-set-piece was. And the most awesome priest of awesomeness ever – Sai stepped in and gave me the cloth I needed as he wanted me to get learning how to play my class ‘properly’ by which he meant ‘in a raid setting’. Sai was Swedish and had the deepest voice I have ever heard. When he used to say ‘Now Pilf… this time you are going to remember to refresh your shackle whilst you heal, yes?’ down vent I could virtually feel the vibrations in my ribcage. His voice was that deep. It also gave him the distinct advantage of pretty much everyone stopping mid sentence when he did the throat clearing thing that meant he was about to speak as everyone was just a little in awe of him. However, moving on from fan-gurl-dom. Yes, learning to heal, and shackle, often simultaneously – ‘What do you mean I need to CC – I’m a healer! I shouldn’t be expected to have to do that as well as keeping you alive...!’ Learning LoS, trying to triage effectively, finding an addon that let me know who broke my shackles, then growling down vent, learning how to focus target, how to write macros, how to get out of the bad - Shade of Aran anyone - and realizing that I was so fragile that even with buff food, trinkets and the imp out for a stam buff I could only just deal with the arcane missiles he dealt.
After a few runs at the first bosses we needed another raid and therefore another raid leader and fool that I was, I volunteered – the officer corps was small at that point, and it felt like the right thing to do – no-one else was stepping up and we had enough people to slot two 10-mans. Raid leading taught me a whole ‘nother set of skills (mainly interpersonal ones), and made me actually learn the boss fights – although I did have to refer to my book every time we did Moroes as I could never remember which add did what therefore what the kill order should be. I remember the Opera event with huge fondness ‘run Pilf ruuuuun!’ as I always got turned into Little Red, the frustration of Romeo and Juliet, the hilarity of Oz. I remember Chess (most pointless ‘boss’ ever?), Netherspite of the multi coloured portals, Illhoof and his deranged imps, Curator and the rest, with HUGE affection. I’m sure whichever raid was your first you look back on with rose tinted glasses but I’ve never loved a raid like I loved Kara.
* Not quite sure why she classes me as a cougar as Himself is vastly more
geriatric older mature than I am but meh.
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
The naming of ‘toons is a serious matter; It isn’t just one of your holiday games…
Names are one of the things that gets me ‘stuck’ when I’m thinking about, or creating, a new character. Race and class I can usually decide relatively easily, appearance ditto, but the length of time I spend staring at the screen, wracking my brain for a name that ‘fits’ is disproportionate in comparison…
As I play on both RP and regular PvE realms, one of the most noticeable things is the difference is names (the other being the general levels of literacy in chat channels). I’m guilded, on my PvE realm, with a Holipalli, a Cricketlord, a multitude of Dk- or –dk’s and other names that make me shudder. Don’t get me wrong, you have every right to call your character whatever the hell you choose to (within Blizzards T&Cs etc) but it still makes me /facepalm when you feel the need to have your race/class/both (Bélfmàge anyone?) as your character’s name and don’t get me started on those people who are called things like belfmage either (urgh - Blogger won't take stupid fonts *growls* imagine one of those odd capital B's will you please...?) If your name is taken just pick another one – don’t (if you’re English anyway) pick a name that requires accents. Occasionally my grouchiness is ameliorated because there is wit in the name – I came across a resto druid the other day called Chucknourish which made me chuckle and I have always longed for a resto shaman called Shambulance… So I guess I haven’t got much room to talk. That said, on popular realms it can be really hard to find a name that is available. I’ve played with a Cat (feral druid), a Mischief (warlock), an Empathy (disc priest) and a Noir (warlock). Those are the type of classic names that I envy – unfortunately they require you to be present at virtually the creation of that realm…
I’ve placeheld (much to my amazement) the names of my troll druid (Nonna) and my goblin something (Nikflip – see what I did there?) for Cata. My multitude of alts have names that appeal to me – whether they mean something or are just made up of letters and syllables that feel right to me. I’m a big fan of gendered suffixes (don’t ask me why!) and I go through phases – sometimes I want multi-syllable names that I can shorten, sometimes I want then to have ‘bite’ and be short. Mainly, it depends on my mood.
All of which is a lot of writing to avoid answering today’s question: what is your main’s name and the meaning behind this.
Being the alt-whore that I am Having the commitment issues that I have, means I don’t have a ‘main’ per se but if I did it would doubtless be Pilfkin. There isn’t a deep and meaningful explanation I’m afraid. It’s been a handle I’ve gone by for a while, I like it and it fits ‘me’. It’s tied in deeply to my WoW life – it’s the name I’m called by most people regardless of the character I’m playing. It’s the name that is tied to my blog. It’s ‘me’ online. And that’s all the explanation that is needed!
Monday, 22 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Ok, I had an internal debate with myself over this - is it cheating to pick the race that I love the mostest, even though they aren't playable? If, in your opinion it isn't, then look left and don't worry about reading the rest of this post (save the next few sentences). I adoooore dragonkin. I've spent a very large quantity of time in game just sitting in the zones that they inhabit (favourite being, of
course, Seradane). They're the places I go to when I'm logged in to be sociable, rather than to actually 'play'. I've never understood why people log into cities to sit there and chat when there are so many gorgeous places and such wonderful scenery available to gaze at whilst you natter...
But... moving on to the playable race. Hmm now what could possibly be my favourite? Disclaimer: I suck at lore. I'm completely hopeless. I try to be less hopeless and I can't remember it. So this is written from a subjective, rather than objective, PoV, m'kay?
I can't even pretend that there any contenders to my personal throne for my favourite race. It's Sin'Dorei. I'll let you pick yourself up the floor and get over the shock. Here, have a cup of strong tea. That's how we Brits deal with the unexpected /soothe. I think that writing about why you like a particular race, especially if you RP your characters, is intrinsically tangled up in your personal view of that race. So, whilst I will expound, at length probably, about why I love the Sin'Dorei, you may feel that they are vain, vapid, arrogant and general overblown Barbie dolls. And that's fine - everybody has a right to an opinion, everybody has one vote.
So, Sin'Dorei. It's not really the looks. I do quite fancy the male ones (oh gods, I can't believe that I wrote that) in an abstract way, not in a dodgy 'sit at my screen and type one handed' kind of way. Argh - now I've creeped myself out... And as I singularly fail at RP'ing a character of the opposite gender (though I really intend to try and commit to trying properly at some point) I play female Sin'Dorei. I think I explained all this before so I'm not going though it all again.
So as it's not looks, it's about how I view the race as an entity. They 'feel' right to me. Himself comments (all too frequently) on what he calls my 'inner belf-ishness' which is short-hand (I think) for being insecure, a trifle neurotic, over-analyzing everything, assuming that everyone/thing has an agenda or deep meaning behind it, adding a bucket-load of complexity to simple situations and generally not taking anything at face value. Ahem. There's a slight possibility he might be right. But that is how I view the Sin'Dorei. They are (understandably) insecure - umm hullo? Recent decimation of most of their race? Their society is highly political in a covert way (as opposed to the Thrall vs. Garrosh 'get in the ring biatch' style 'political') so jockeying for position is both commonplace and an accepted/expected part of society. They know that the rest of the Horde considers them untrustworthy incomers and they were hardly welcomed with open arms by any of the other races! Ever heard of covering neuroses with a defence mechanism, folks? That might explain the perceived arrogance, might it not? They have the most fantastic ability to carry out multi-layered conversations. Pretty much everything that comes out of a Sin'Dorei's mouth will have at least two meanings. There will be the polite, societal response, cloaking what they really mean. I adore it (and when it's RP'd well it's just a thing of beauty).
And talking of things of beauty - I love the architecture and the scenery in the Sin'Dorei areas. Many months back Jaedia posted a challenge whereby you visited places in Azeroth, soaked in the atmosphere and wrote about it - The Grand Tour she called it, and one of the places I took Pilf to, and wrote about, the first place in fact, was Silvermoon City. I've just trawled through the post and found the quote I wanted: "Silvermoon, clothed eternally in red and gold, my heart is always here, regardless of which continent I am on. I wander through the streets, often passing the Silvermoon Guard, the brave men who keep our city safe, clothed themselves in the red and gold livery of the City. The enchanted brooms that enthralled me as a child, work tirelessly, brushing away dust, detritus and the thistledown which floats in the breeze." That is exactly how I feel about Silvermoon. I love the circular towers, the golden trees, the gauze curtains instead of doors, the myriad little alcoves to court, seduce or plot in. The City fits perfectly to the race.
So that's the Sin'Dorei. I could probably expound for pages, in details, about why they're my race of choice but you'd get bored and doze off. And no-one finds qwerty face attractive do they? And thanks again to Ama.
Friday, 19 November 2010
- Level 80 Blood Elf (disc/shadow)
- Level 73 Blood Elf (holy/shadow)
- Level 17 Night Elf (holy)
- Level 6 Draenei (will be shadow)
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
- Destruction - Imp
- Demonology - Felguard
- Affliction - Succubus
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Thursday, 14 October 2010
Oh, and there is no downtime. None. Not a moment. Mana seems to be (currently) an infinite resource. Chain pulling is fairly new to me so I just DoT stuff, let the pet go and it falls over - done, done and onto the next one. Repeat, until I'm standing in a sea of dead pigmen (again.) Now I'm talented into Mana Feed as well my blue bar just doesn't drop.
It's odd - but I'm still kinda liking it.
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
So the patch downloaded on one of my machines (after 11 hours - but hey, who's counting?) Natch, it downloaded on the PC, not the Mac. Which is causing me untold aggro from Youngest who, since the arrival of the lovely Mac of shininess has, not unreasonably, assumed that the PC is 'hers'. And because I'm terrified of borking the Mac of shininess (which isn't 'really' mine, it's on well, let's call it long term loan, I guess - my view remains stuck at possession is 9/10ths of the law but whatev's) I'm not happy about going and rabbiting around in its innards, like I am on the PC. Because [whispers] I don't really know where anything is...
Anyways - the important stuff. ZOMFG - I am level 12 with a felguard. An honest to Fates felguard! A felguard! Big-assed ugly bugger with a huuuuuuuge axe! This is slightly exciting. Apparently there's a mass of other changes too but really, it's going to take a while to get over this one. I sorta knew it was going happen but I didn't really believe it until I saw it.
It's completely, 100% bonkers though. Having a felguard makes Tressa insanely over-powered. I'm sorry, I love him to bits already, and please don't take him away from me - but it's nuts. I may change my mind, but I can't envisage circumstances where I'm going to use any of my other minions now. I don't intend to put myself through the hell that is LFG, or to PvP and, to be honest, Tressa is so taken with him that she'll dig her (not unsizeable) feet in and refuse to summon anything else without A Very Good Reason. I'm loling round The Barrens and am just about getting Incinerate, Corruption and CoA off before the mob falls over. Hullo level 17 raptor - blat - dead raptor. I swear - either this is going to scale (or rather, not scale) badly or levelling is going to be laughable. Which, whilst in the abstract, I don't mind - the novelty of things just falling over rather than going om-nom-nom on me is well.. novel (maybe orc is less munchable than belf?) but might get a bit boring after a while? Not sure yet. Watch this space...
I'm back to be a newbie proper, which is quite nice. All my addons are borked - so I'm not using them. I'm using the default UI of ugliness and clunkiness, I don't understand how the guild interface thingy works, I've got nothing to remind me to do stuff (like put my buff up), nothing flashing across the screen to remind me that I can now use 'x' ability. I have to open each bag manually... Additionally I don't know what my abilities are. I have a soulburn thing that procs, but tells me in small, quiet text in the bottom right hand corner of my screen so I invariably miss... whatever it does (increased damage... I think...) because I'm reliant on things SHOUTING at me. I don't have soul shards kicking round anymore - halp halp! But I can channel them - which, by the way Blizz, should be much cooler - you tell me I go wandering round harvesting lost souls when in actuality I stand there whipping up purple smoke - what a let down that was - please work on this some, just for me, ok? At least, let me choose which hapless souls I want to harvest? (Dorf, dorf! Gnomes clearly have no souls...) And other stuff... I think. And you took my Fear away. Allegedly I'm getting it back soon, but no Fear? Oh yeah... but I have a felguard... Anyway, as I was saying - it's back to newbie status. No addons, no idea what stuff does. Hitting buttons and going ahhhh, right. Must remember that. Then forgetting it instantly. I'm sure the AH interface has changed too. It's refreshing this. Oh and there are earthquakes! Maybe there have been for a while, but I haven't felt one. That's also kinda cool.
And did I mentioned I have a felguard?