Anchors Away

My tiger might be just out of reach but until that damn troll gives me what I want I know Turbo and Speedy love me. Things like this make a crap weekend of fail and disappointment all the better for sure.

Don't Worry Lil' Boy Snuggles Doesn't Bite.....Well Not The People that Feed Him That Is

Ok I am now the famed Edyion of Silvermoon as I have just completed my first city run for the ever so demanding Argent Tournament. Not that I am not used to quest givers sending me off to do their dirty work for them but at least the Argent folks and my own blood elven brethern found it in their hearts to recognize me with titles and money and a good ol' "thank you Edy for being our whipping girl you dun good". And as excited as I was to earn that title (you gotta be exalted with said city you represent and looky there already up and done that) the ever so kind Argent people decided to give me my own pet.

They failed to tell me he would be a child but lemons into lemon-aid I suppose.

But by god if he isn't a cute lil' devil.

So here is what I have figured. The Argent Tournament is nothing but a cleaver ploy to get greedy...I mean patriotic players to come and fly their banners colors and get rid of most of the badies in the area then when all is said and done they ship an orphan off with that kind soul. One less mouth to feed and the new champion is left confused but somewhat honored.

I was in party with my boyfriend when I told him I had somehow been slipped a small child, to which he promptly responded "its not mine" and I rebutted "Hell I dont even think its mine looking at it". He did however see fit to name our "son" Link and I am doing my best to teach him the ways of his new job (also called "feed mama's pets and walk them cause she doesn't want to") though the poor kid does seem a little afraid of Snuggles but I am positive they will work it out as long as he remembers not to look Snuggs in the eye when he is in the middle of a cat lick and not to follow him around when he is trolling for druid kitties. As soon as he gets the hang of walking Gir and Enma at night I think we will get along just fine. And I promise to do minimal tramatizing to the poor boy we I can avoid it.


Oh Argent Crusade you know not what you have done.

Shake that Booty!

Its nice to know even after a not so great day of instancing the big strong men folk in M.A.S. can find it in their stone hearts to entertain their not so amused Edybear out of her building annoyance. If only they coulda seen how bad ass this looked with the music I was listening to :).

A Punting We Will Go

Late last night we in M.A.S. did some house cleaning in Tarren Mill, as we are often known to do, and schooled a few Alliance pricks that just can't have fun unless they are stopping people that can't defend themselves from playing. Rant for another time there but anywho lots of faces pwned and blood spilled on both sides. Came across this vid when I got up this morning and its just so bad ass and fit my mood SO well just had to post it. Personally have nothing against most gnomes but damn it its worth it to see so much gnome punting even with the ended Baron threw in there. Anyway enjoy.

My Snuggle Love, Oh Ee Oh Ee Oh

Every hunter should, at least in my opinion, have a best friend. By best friend I refer to that one pet you just can't live your WoW life without. Mine is a is a lynx by the name of Snuggles. There are many that look like him and may even steal his name but there will only ever be one TRUE Snuggles. I tamed (more like I got maimed until he got tired and decided I probably had food) at level 10 just after completing my hunter quest and it was love at first kill. As I watched him gnaw the head off a dragonhawk I knew no other could replace him in my life, and from there we have traveled a long whinding path to 80.

Many called me crazy for keeping him. "You should release him and get another cat. Ooo ooo ooo get a rare one!" I would only smile and nod at their short sightedness. I would train my cat to be the killer I saw in his eyes. I would travel to the far ends of Azeroth and eventually Outland to learn various more power attacks from others but they would never last. Only Snuggles stood true as I allowed the others to slink back of into the wilderness, for Snuggles willingly died to protect me in the untamed wilds of Azeroth for a mere hug, a gentle pat on the head, and piece of meat or fish. He outlived me in bad instance pulls though he did his best to keep it from happening. He slowed allies as I ran for my little hunter life and even ate a few as I dealt death to their running friends.

There have been others. Other cats, boars, core hounds, chimeras, wolves, a gorilla and even a feared spider but none could take his place. Even now he shares me with his brothers and a sister, the ever famous and elusive spirit beast. Still in this Edy's heart Snuggles shall always reign king.

He doesn't do flashy tricks. He isn't built like a tank. He likes to chase night elf druids for some afternoon lovin'. He likes belly rubs when we have nothing to do. He likes it when I let him off the leash to gnaw on allies that have infested our little town of Tarren Mill. Snuggles has never let me down when I needed him and done everything I have asked. Often he is blamed by tanks but even that rolls off his back. There are many cats like him and some might share his name. There is only one Snuggle-butt though and he is mine and mine alone.

Giggle Like a School Girl and various PTR thoughts.

First off I would like to welcome my partner in crime, the Harley Quinn to my Ivy, Eus to this blogging thing. You can find her here at The Suicidal Healer . I would also like to thank her husband, my guild leader, for his welcome at Holy Shock and yes chief you do put me through my paces but I have fun doing it... most of the time.

Well now that is out of the way I can get down to business. Now I could QQ about the changes coming down the grand 3.1 tunnel. I could complain about the coming removal Spiritual Attunement from trainers and being put deep in the prot pally tree thus returning our mana woes to the lowly retadin. I could moan about this, but I don't really care. Mana has never been a strong point for a ret. We got past it then we will now. I could also bitch about the nerf to Explosive Shot.....no wait....why would I complain about that? I think its needed. A nerf bat swing of a base damage reduction of 10% and attack power scaling of 12.5% might end up being alot but in all honesty I am tired of getting blasted in the back with one shot and it taking half my life. Am I just a bitter Beast Mastery hunter waiting to see another hunter tree feel the nerf wraith? Possibly. I however am not speaking as a jaded hunter right now. I came to terms with my tree's changes and could give you many a reason why I have remained a BM hunter in the face of the SV revolution, but that is a conversation for another time. No my friends there are more than enough blogs dealing with the Ghostcrawler should be strung up arguments. I have other things that make me excited about 3.1. Its not the Dual Spec, though admittedly I am beyond excited about that coming feature. It's not the coming buffs to the pet trees that make my 51 points to get the Beast Mastery talent oh so nice now. Its not even the changes to hunter ammo still being squared away though that does too make me giddy like a kid that just found a piece of candy in his pocket in the middle of class. No, the things that I wish to look at are the little changes that bring joy.

"What little things could those be Edy? How could anything be more important that the never ending news of buffs and nerfs and super buffs and super nerfs for my *insert random class here* ?" To that question I pose another. Do those make you giggle like a school girl? Yes I aware that a buff will make anybody giggle with glee, but I wanna clarify. Which would make you giggle till your face hurts more a slight change to your class that you wont notice once you get it though it looked GREAT on paper, or a lil' mecha gnome that will smash those annoying ass train sets for you and does a little shimmy? Personally the gnome wins hand down, but there could be something wrong with me. New loots make me giddy. New mounts get me hot. New small pets give me hours of running in circles watching them scrurry along side my mount with that new mount smell. Mounts that SWIM blow my mind. A new type of spirit beast makes me all tingly inside. The new Wind-up Train Wrecker makes me giggle like a lil school girl who just pushed a boy in the girls' room. So what my retadin wont be getting mana from being healed much longer. So what my hunter is still working through the bm growing pains and dealing with the ever present presure of trying to compete with the soon to be nerfed just as hard SV tree. There are foam swords to be had, specral tigers in sandbox form (sure they are from the trading cards but its something to shoot for) and even mounts to be fished. It's the little things that keep me going in the crazy ever-changing lands of Azeroth. So when you get the patch blues remember you can always just get a lil' mecha gnome to smash the crap out of that stupid train set pissing you off in your raid and embrace that lil school girl just begging to giggle ab0ut it.