Now I thinks I know how Linedan What Takes Good Facepunches was feelin’ back when I said I was quittin’ the first time around. As of this mornin’, ol’ Ratshag’s gone a-fishin’. No, Mr. Shag: not bad fer a humble orc from Durotar. Not bad at all.

So raise yer glasses, those of you what’s drinkin’ this hour of the mornin’, and pour a little out on the ground fer an avatar of virility what once roamed this here interwebs. We’ll miss ya, Ratters.

Then drink the rest. What? We ain’t wastin’ good beer, ya glubbermunghin’ morons!

TO RATSHAG!

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In which Stop briefly channels his inner orc

• Have just about completed moving the alts I have any interest in playing over to the Sidhe Devils on Kael’thas. My warrior made the trip today, while my warlock made the trip earlier and is forced to (*shudder*) spend some time as a gnome, because he can’t be a damned werewolf yet and I just don’t really like humans. Soon… soon!
  • Fun fact, on this note: faction transferring gets you every flight point in Northrend that doesn’t need to be unlocked. He who had never left Howling Fjord suddenly has FPs in every part of Northrend, excluding (as I said) ones that have to be unlocked – Sons of Hodir, Shadow Vault, and so on.
• Been playing my rogue a lot, too. I’m leveling her up to 60+ so I have a pocket pickpocketer (see what I did there?) and, as a personal challenge, am leveling her in the battlegrounds. It’s a little bit slow at times (do not ever seek a Warsong Gulch after 1AM server time unless you feel like getting roflstomped) but at least it’s fun. And sometimes, the achievements just roll in:

  
  
  

• And yeah, my big thing, as shown to the left side of the blog (if you haven’t visited, you really should), is that I’m currently working on Insane in the Membrane. It’s time-occupying, but it’s really not hard, and after awhile grinding through Dire Maul repeatedly just gets to be automatic. I think I’m killing ogres on muscle memory at this point. It’s why I need a rogue.

  • Getting exalted with Shen’dralar is actually proving easier than freeing Knot enough times to get goblin rep. At this rate, even if I turn in a crapton of Ogre Tannin for ogre suits, I’m STILL going to end up exalted with the book nerd elves well before I do the goblins. I’m going to end up grinding pirates or Venture Company mobs anyway, I can already see it in my future.
• In real life, I’ve been planning my Halloween costume with my roommate (it’s awesome), and preparing songlists for his big birthday bash in November. I also just celebrated my own birthday (much drinking of the alcohols occurred, and then my roommate and I attended a kickass Jay-Z concert), and have rounded the corner into 27. So far, it feels a lot like most of the years previous. I also need to do an update of my game progress page, as a lot of things have been updated or finished, and primarily if I’m at a console, I’m busy failing miserably at Demon’s Souls for the PS3. It’s Nintendo Hard (and even that might be too mild a term), and yet I haven’t found myself wanting to ragequit it and sell it back or trade it to a friend.

  Yet.

So what’ve you been up to?

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In progress

Brewmaster!

Hooray!

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A small update

That pretty much sums my weekend.

Friday and Saturday, Cincinnati put on its usual Oktoberfest Zinzinnati bash, and it was good. Sadly, I missed out on the food (on account of not being hungry) and the commemorative mugs (because everywhere I went to seemed to be out of them), but later on shots were had and a dancefloor was torn up. There were some interesting moments all the same, like the toothless crazy old guy who only seemed to appear out of nowhere (and always right next to us) when they were playing a Michael Jackson song, and convincing someone to buy me a beer – because I was too lazy to get up – by making it rain. Note: $4 were made to rain, and a beer was had.

Sunday started off with brunch, and with the Bengals miraculously not bungling a win against Green Bay. Green Bay may want to have a word with their groundskeepers, given how often I watched their receivers just flat-out slip and fall over. Did someone wax the grass? Also, they may want to talk to Grant. Did someone wax his hands?

Tough luck, Packers.

Sunday night I logged into WoW, just in time for some Sidhe Devils Brewfest fun runnin’. Brews and sausages were consumed, achievements were completed, rams were raced, dark dwarves were mutilated, and dwarves jumped on me.

And then, there was an unfortunate jumping accident, and Jess and I formed some kind of weird dwarf-draenei Voltron-style hybrid.

After that, it was time for some instance runs! First, a couple shots at Trial of the Champion, which was new to me since it was added while I was gone. Apparently Iron Dwarves use horses for surfboards, corroborating this report, but I take offense at Death Knoob. Would a real Death Knoob dual-wield a lance and mug? I say NO! But me, well, it’s Brewfest, so I jousted my heart out, and drank while I did it.

Also, I think I’ve found Stormwind’s prisoner problem: they’re celebrating Brewfest inside the Stockades as well as outside. No wonder security is so lax…

And last but not least, a screenshot of soaring high over Naxx, perhaps suitable for desktop wallpaperification. Click for the full-size version, much like every other pic.

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Real life Oktoberfest shenanigans, and in-game Brewfest Sidhe-nanigans

Friday:

Saturday:

Sunday:

Monday:

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A long weekend, in four pictures

“But then sometimes I’ll hear about a drink special that sounds borderline dangerous. Like a friend will call me up and be like, “Maaan, we gotta go to O’Halligan’s tonight – it is nickel shot night!”

… Yeaaaah, I’m pretty sure we’ll die if we go to O’Halligan’s.”

John Mulaney helps explain why my hangovers are nonexistent with the help of beer, but shots pretty much make me wish I’d gone the rest of the way towards alcohol poisoning!

This post brought to you by Saturday night’s party.

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John Mulaney