Wraak's Pro Tip #1: passwords

using a password like:

fuckyoukeyloggingbastard

is probably the right thing to do.

Gone fishing

So there is a new expansion coming up. It's very early days, but the domain has been claimed by Blizzard, and that means a decision has been made. That means that part of the company is working on a new expansion.

Meanwhile, I got removed from a group that was going to farm some HC instances because my damage was too low. DPS and tank were all Ulduar level gear so that explains the gap I suppose. Too bad the idiot that wanted me out spent about half an hour coming to that decision and kept the rest of us waiting while we could have cleared another HC.

E-peening is all well and good, but true pros know when to swing that thing. It does sting though. Back when retribution was made of suck, in TBC, I prided myself on being able to keep with or even outdps equal-geared players, and when Wrath just launched I went all out to get the best pre-raid gear. I outdpsed (almost) anything back then, giving rogues a run for their money on single target fights.

And then I took a break, because the fanatic way I was playing was taking its toll on my private life. And when I came back, I had this level 71 to level up, while people were clearing Ulduar.

I'm not going to bother. Dragon Filet does 100 gold on the AH. I'm going fishing.

Whatever I seem to do...

...I can't do anything longer than a few minutes before the ugly truth hits me again. My father is dying. It's not something that will go away. He is ill, and he will get weaker and weaker and weaker until it's over. I would have preferred not to mention this on my blog, but real life is kinda forcing my hand since can't do shit without thinking about it. Hopefully, by writing I can clear my thoughts up a bit, because they are confused at best at the moment.

It's amazing how little you can actually do about it. I can take the kids and visit more often, and that's about it. As for myself, I have no clue about how to deal with this so I'm choosing not to do anything. There is nothing I can do anyway.

More than ever I have to watch my temper it seems. I was chasing a car this morning (on my bike, yes) just for cutting me off. I swear, I would have knocked him senseless had he pulled over. Good thing he didn't.

My apologies if this entry makes little sense, not much seems to make sense to me at the moment. I just hope that this relieves a bit of the pressure.