Hey, this isn't WoW related, but our site gets a lot of traffic from people in the Northwest, so it might do some good.  My friend got his stuff stolen while at a concert recently.  It's not really the stuff or money that was stolen so much as his Microsoft ID badge that's the most important.

Read up on his cragslist announcement here: http://seattle.craigslist.org/see/laf/707426563.html

The wording alone in the craigslist post is worth it.  Check it out, help a brutha out.

Volume III

I really hope I don’t do too many of these.  Time consuming, but at least I’m getting my ideas down so I can reuse them again in 49 levels (w00.  21 last night, and that’s without even starting Darkshore/Redridge.)

As I said in Volume II, I would like to compare the viability of going ‘Scryer’ or going ‘Aldor’.

I want everyone to know that I went Scryer on Thunderlord.  This was my first toon past 60 due to being awol from w0w for so long.  I just picked on, but I found that it really complimented me on how I saw Narcomon gearing up.   If you have tricks/ideas on quickly grinding Aldor rep please let me know.

Lets first take a glance at the Aldor rep reward that would concern a Tankadin:

Honestly, I only pay attention to the wall of green text that spews on my console about 20% of the time.  Part of the reason for this is the level of stupid it contains.  So, in the interest of reducing a bit of the stupid, here are some rules for trying to be funny.

 #1) Be original.  If I see one more "That's what she said." when someone is trying to be funny I'm going to send a million volts through your computer chair.  Trust me, I'll find a way.  Instead, come up with a clever and original way to say the same thing.  "Who's got two thumbs and Keisjaa's mom to stick them in?  <-- this guy." is getting on the right track.  But with a little thought (yes, the hard part) you can do even better.  "If you notice Allikat's pussy getting looser, sorry Shihli, that's my bad." would not only leave some people incapacitated in laughter, it would be remembered too.

#2) Use implication.  Don't just call someone a whore, imply it.  Implication causes people to use their imaginations and sometimes they imagine even worse than what you intended.  "You know why people follow Jas all the time, right?  They're hoping for a freebie." is a reasonable example.

#3) Diction.  You don't get as much respect for your attempt at humor if your spelling is horrendous and you're using shorthand for everything.  It makes you look like a hack and it isn't quotable.  "UR all my beetches cuz I pwnd al ur moms."  just makes people want to hurt you.

I think 3 rules is enough for now.  Don't want to cause any brain hemorrages. 

I am going to copy/paste this directly from Grov's Book on the Manual page, but I am also going to add some of my own notes for personal upkeep of the direction I'd like to take in my progression to 70.  I know I am only a measily level 20 now on Gorrgy, but if I can plot my gear progression correctly I should be able to begin my heroics the day I turn 70.  Thus the reason for copying (not plagurizing) Grov's list here.  Eventually I intend to create a quest/level progession list for gathering this gear to have the nearest chance of uncrittable/uncrushable on day 1 for level 70.

 You'll notice here that Grov indicates the need for heavy Stamina for 5mans, the reason for this is the lack of back-up healers.  You traditionally have one healer, and only one.  He can see your life draining away and decide to cast a large heal, or he can see you get smacked three times and DIE from his (or her....) light heal barely making a scratch.  Whether it is regular 5mans, or Heroics.  Get used to this.  Seriously.   Palatanks get so little respec in PUGS because most DPS'ers don't truly understand our mechanics.  Notice I jumped there from Healers.  The reason is Redoubt I can throw up my Seal of Light and be keeping my own health regen up nearly as quickly as the healer can.   The healer can then take the time to learn how much our life does or does not fluctuate.  Pre-Heroics/Raids Critt/Crush change isn't a problem.  Work on your stamina and armor value.  Once you get over 9-10k Armor, the 5mans will go much smoother through to your uncrit/uncrush.  Moving along from Stamina to Spell Damage. 

I have decided to start collecting some of my ideas and leveling information as I strive to re-achieve level 70 on a Tankadin.  At the behest of my RL brother (Ness/Carno) I have re-rolled Alliance on our old server Gorggy after all my RL friends /wowquit for AoC just a few weeks after I finally achieved 70 on Thunderlord.  In the process, I believe I'll use this blog to keep a few notes and tips to myself so that I'll remember them all when I gain level 70 again.  Hopefully prior to WotLK.

My first observation is how badly dissed the Scryers have always been for a newly level 70 Palatank.  I understank that the Vindicator's Hauberk is unavailable, but it is MUCH easier to cram Scryer rep through farming the Demon Hunter Trainee's than trying to slaughter demons.  Not only that, but the def/dodge buff, the near-felsteel gloves, and the availability of +Dodge enchantments are nearly completely ignored for one chest-piece that for most serious players is replaced just as soon as the player can get his first 200 badges (15 for Libram, 30 for this piece, 65 for that, then finally 100 for the Stoic Chestpiece which is nearly T4!!).  So for such a small advantage over the Scryers, most people advise you to roll Aldor.  Yet the shoulder-glyph is used for MUCH longer (and is better) than the Vindicator's Hauberk.  It makes little sense to me.

Taken word for word exactly from http://www.honda-tech.com/zerothread?id=2283535

JUST READ IT!!!

I'll let it speak for itself.

I was reading a thread on another site and came across this guy's story....

(When I was 17 my girlfriend at the time was finally ready to have sex. I, as one might expect of a 17 year old, was excited. Neither hell nor high water was going to stand between me and my final destination.

I get ready for the night, trim everything up, shower extra well. Unfortunately there was also an issue. I have a digestional disorder that sometimes cause my shit to become large and quite solid while still inside me. I wasn't aware it was a treatable problem and, in fact, just thought everyone had to deal with the equivalent of anal kidney stones. I bring this up because I had a mighty one which had been loaded into the gun for several days.

Let me set the scene. Her parents are away. We have her house to ourselves. She was always a little kinky so she demands we do it in her parents bed.

I walk in to a candle holocaust. She's been working on this all day apparently, and its as bright as high noon in there with the lights off. Which is good, because she proceeds to do a sweet, sexy little dance for me. At 16, she was AMAZING. For those of you who never experienced a female at that age, I pity the fool.

Now I'm sitting on the bed, watching this dance. I smile and tell her how good she looks. Unfortunately, most of my attention is focused on the dull throbbing from my sphincter and the large amount of intestinal discomfort associated with not dropping duce in days. But somehow I still get hard and we go to town.

She starts out on top, then we switch. I bend her over the bed, and I even smack her ass (a ballsy move at the time, but she loved it). Due to my built up distraction, I last for what seems like FOREVER. She can't stop moaning and telling me how good it feels, and then she says what every man wants to hear "I want to make you go in my mouth." I **** love women.

So she goes down on me. She was always average at best in the head department but at least she tried. She pops my **** out of her mouth long enough to look up at me and say "tell me if you like this". Then I feel it.

She stuck her finger up my ass.

My brain hits the panic switch and every muscle in my entire body locks up tighter than a three year old virgin. But its too late.

I take a massive, PAINFUL, PAINFUL shit, all over her parents comforter.

No, you aren't understanding. I mean large. Huge. IMMENSE. Take your largest shit and multiple it by forty-two and you'll have an idea of what flew out of me.

And gents, when I say flew, I don't mean "I pooped." I mean "projectile". I mean "hurricane force winds hitting an umbrella stand". And due to my condition, it comes out as a large, dark brown, smelly harpoon.

I know it hit her. I didn't see it. She ran screaming "OH MY GOD OHMYGODOHMYGODEEEEEWWWWWWWW" but I always imagined that, due to her position, it hit her right in the chin. Or at least the tits.

I would like to say I got up to go after her. But I heard the bathroom door shut and I just lied there. The smell hit me after a few seconds. It smelled like someone rolled a cat in shit and threw it into a tire fire. I looked down and saw, to date, the largest bowel movement I've ever heard of laying on the bed. Then I noticed the blood, and when I did, I noticed the pain.

Apparently the fact that it was so large caused it to rip my ass a little bit (thought I was bleeding from the inside. This little doctors trip the next day is what taught me of my condition). There was a small pool of blood where my ass had been. A final reminder of the exact place and moment I lost my virginity. I will treasure this memory for all my days.

I grab my shit with my hands and go to the downstairs bathroom. I throw around 1/3 into the toilet and flush, fearing any more will clog it and only add to my already significant woes.

I stand there, holding 2/3's of my biggest shit of all time, feeling a trickle of blood flow down my leg, trying to ignore the sharp pain stabbing my rectum. I find myself wishing I had a photo of this.

Anyway, I finish flushing my baby, clean off my hands, jam toilet paper between my cheeks (I skipped the bandaid) and went upstairs. I could hear my girlfriend sobbing from behind the bathroom door. I decided not to say anything to her and just keep moving. The smell in her parents room was abysmal. Its like when you take a shit and walk out of the bathroom you think "hey not so bad today," but then you walk back in to grab your magazine and go "HOLY SHIT!". It was one of those moments.

The scene is burned behind my eyelids for all time. My life. My shame. My very first time smelled like a pile of dead babies. I quickly got dressed since the heat from ten thousand candles was making the room feel more like a port-a-potty. I was aware enough to grab the comforter on my way out and drag it downstairs to their washer. Also the top and bottom sheets since the blood had leaked on through all the way to mattress. Still no sign of the GF but at this point I considered it a blessing.

I jammed in the washer with 3 loads worth of detergent and set it on spin, knowing that not even the hand of God would save these linens, let alone Tide and Snuggles.

Then I left. I avoided my GF's calls for days until she came to my house. We had a long talk about what happened. Talk being synonymous with "breaking up with me because I shit on her". And it was all over. She promised not to tell a soul and I don't THINK she ever did. She was probably as ashamed as I was about the whole deed. But I will always this happening as the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.)