I had grand plans to get on World of Warcraft tonight after work– it’s a new expansion so there’s plenty to do on my main that isn’t just a max-level grind. But alas, the entire rest of the universe wanted to do the same. Whodathunk? 😉
So instead of walking away the miles while I play all things New and Improved™ I’m staring at a screen that constantly changes it’s mind on how long I have to wait.
But I am a patient kitty and soon new levels of foes will taste my claws… at some point… eventually… *goes off to play on other WoW blogs in the meantime*
Starting today I’m going to play World of Warcraft for one hour a day and I’m going to do it for one year. The only acceptable excuses will be ‘I am sick’, ‘ or ‘I physically cannot get to the computer.’
Why am I doing it? Because of this article over on Cracked and the fact that starting next month I’m going to have highly stressful (but incredibly fun) job and I need some way to burn off that stress.
I’d been thinking of doing something more artistic, like resurrecting the old comic strip or focusing on learning sculpting and casting, but my creative muse has a habit of vanishing right when I need her.
A year is a long time, so I’m breaking it down into smaller and smaller chunks (hence the cryptic title). All I care about each day is that one hour. I don’t care what happened yesterday, I don’t care what will happen tomorrow.
Last time I did this I got through 32 weeks and 172.65 miles — time to start breaking some records! 😀
It’s been a little over three years since it seemed like a good idea to turn my gaming adventures into something a bit more challenging.
While I’m still nowhere close to my hour-a-day goal, I’ve come a long way!
At this point I can comfortably play a single character in Diablo or World of Warcraft, dual-box in WoW at varying levels (depending which pair I’m playing), hold my own in an FPS (which I wasn’t that good at sitting still), and not die immediately in StarCraft.
There’s something very comforting about being able to move when you’re playing a game that gets your adrenaline up. It’s not something I’d miss if I was playing a turn-based game, like Civ, but for things like Diablo and WoW– it feels really weird now to have to sit still when I’m playing on other computers.
Overall, the setup hasn’t changed much over the years. I did some tweaks to the height of the keyboard and the mouse (adding towels under the wooden boards), but it’s pretty much the same as it was when I first started.
So if this sounds like fun– I’d highly recommend trying it out! 🙂
Treadmills don’t cost that much, heck you can pick up used ones on Craigslist for cheap, or brand new from Walmart for under $500. And yeah, mine is pretty much jury-rigged in a way that would make MacGyver proud, but isn’t that half the fun?
I was tagged the other day by in a meme that apparently has been running about the internet since 2010! (No idea how long it’s running in the WoW community, but now I’m sort of itching to find out…)
Much like the Sixth Meme it’s a tagging bonzana, but there are some extra rules this time.
1) Acknowledge the blog that nominated you and display the award badge
2) Answer the eleven questions given to you by the blogger who nominated you
3) Provide eleven miscellaneous facts about yourself
4) Nominate eleven blogs of relatively small readership that you think deserve to be better-known
5) Notify the bloggers that you’ve nominated them
6) Compile eleven questions for your nominees to answer
Twelve days of Imperial silk seems a small price to pay to open up some wiggle room in my banks. Well, twelve days per bag… but it’s better than nothing.
The good news is I have plenty of silk ready to go.
The bad news is The August Celestials think I’m a pretty nice kid, but they haven’t seen me around much and aren’t that impressed.
Per Wowjuju, it’ll take me a little over a month to get to Exalted via daily quests, which is a long, looooong way away. So there’s plenty of time to make the rest of the silk while I bribe the nice pandas into loving me.
Apologies to Jenny Joseph, but it’s been one of those, err– months? Years?
I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been running around re-learning How Not To Die. Which is appropriate, given the settings.
But I’m getting better at Not Dying, working out how to fit all the fun of Feral Feral’ing into fewer buttons (and more macros), and slowly… veeeeery slowly gearing up.
WoW seems to be subtly hinting that I need to play my alts.
Where ‘subtle’ means 75% of the build-a-bearcat gear drops aren’t leather.
On the on hand, it is a good way to lure me into looking over all the alts I’ve left to twiddle their thumbs, but on the other– I just want to wear purple goldarnit! With so many people running around, I’ve had more luck finding chests than I have killing anything, so the grind is that much slower.
I still need the chest, boots, helm and belt– which means I’m only 50% done.
Now if I only had enough high levels alts to use all the cloth, mail, and plate by-products…. *mutters*