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Sunken Temple & Self-Absorbed Rambling
May. 19th, 2007 06:49 am
Well, me (Zane, that is, lvl 61 hunter) & Rob's Death character (lvl 50 warlock) successfully completed the Trolls of a Feather quest in the Sunken Temple, all so Death could have a scythe. Thottbot totally let me down, too - instead of anyone posting anything truly useful, like maybe directions or something, everyone is squabbling about the quest rewards. I've only been in there before to snag a snake from the entrance when Blizz made certain snakes tameable by hunters. Of course, my lvl 46 serpent is still a lvl 46 because he's completely useless & couldn't hold aggro with vicegrips. I got him too late in the game, really, but Zane was a 58 when they opened the snakes to taming & he's blue & purple. I could always slink into Zul'Gurub (more elite fucking trolls, mrglglglmrgl-urglmrgl!!!) & snag a lvl 60 red & yellow one, but it's such a yucky color combo. I keep arguing w/Rob because the useless snake is taking up a stable slot, but he's attached to it. He won't play a hunter because he can't stand to watch the pets die over & over again. Unless I happen to get lucky & find Grunter, I'm pretty much done w/taming new beasties. It's too hard to level them at my level.
Once inside the instance... that place has the most insane respawn rate. I thought the Scarlet Monastery was bad, but it ain't got nothin' on the Sunken Temple. I mean, the minute you ghost back into the instance, there's one to two trolls that are standing in the doorway you need. Then there's a pa-troll, usually two pa-trolls, coming down the staircase. I kept getting lost because Rob kept telling me to go 'all the way downstairs', which never put me on the same landing as the entrance, but instead placed me in the Hall of Serpents, which isn't full of serpents, instead, it's full of dragonkin. I finally figured out there were two staircases, a long one and a short one - Rob hadn't even realized it himself. After Sunken Temple & our earlier forays into Jintha'Alor & Zul'Farrak, I am so sick & tired of elite fucking trolls it isn't even funny. I mean, just when I'd think I had the mobs & aggro under con-troll, another pa-troll would come along and screw things up. As far as I'm concerned for any other characters who reach 40 & get a mount, that guy in the Shimmering Flats can take his carrot on a stick & do something unspeakable with it.
Another highlight of the past coupla nights - after about 6 months of intermittent grinding & questing, I (Zane) am friendly with the Timbermaw. I'm also halfway to 62 & Jinx (my hyaena) has made it to 59. She is the bombest tank.
I want my damned orphan quest already!!!
In the Real World...
Saw an article for a birth control pill called Lybrel - it's still under development. It is designed to completely stop the period. Since I no longer work in a 'smoking environment', and I've been trying to lose a little weight, I'm hoping my gyno will be more open-minded about me taking something similar, like maybe Seasonique or Yaz. Lybrel excites me! My insurance won't cover extra pills for me to just skip the inactive pills - chauvinistic bastards. I had managed to stockpile some pills last year & it's been nice over these past 2 months to not have to fuss w/being on the rag while trying to recover from the surgery. Eventually I will find a doc who will grant me my hysterectomy, hopefully before I hit menopause.
My physical therapy is done, done, done. My scrip runs out Monday, I see my doctor on the 24th. Everyone today was like, "Oh, yeah, your doc will give you another scrip & we'll see you again next week." Hah, that's what they think. For one, I don't really like this p.t. office compared to Jackson's. Secondly, well, we're broke. Thirdly, I'm tired of exercising. My back is killing me. I have noticed improvement in my thigh & knee. I can pick my leg up & straighten it out w/out using my hands, I only limp when I'm trying to get somewhere fast and the tenderness is fading day-by-day. For my level of inactivity, I'm cool with what I've got.
I'm starting to worry now that I've lost my faith to the point where I'm becoming an atheist. Especially the more I read Aldous Huxley & Lewis Mehl-Madrona. I'm working on Coyote Healing: Miracles in Native Medicine and I've come to the determination that I don't believe in miracles. I believe the human mind is insanely powerful, but I don't feel that there's any sort of divine intervention going on there. Maybe it's the combination of the two authors infecting my brain - Aldous Huxley explains that the reason chanting, singing and cyclic breathing exercises transports a person to the spiritual realm is because it raises the concentration of carbon dioxide in the blood stream. Apparently, CO2 is a wonderful hallucinogen & psychedelic in the right concentrations. Combine a high CO2 concentration w/stroboscopic lighting & you can replicate a mescalin trip. You also get to see flashes of light and fantastic landscapes when you set about choking yourself - if you can survive & not end up like Michael Hutchens.
The chemicals commonly called Ecstasy are found in the body - GHBH & GABA. Weirdly enough, death causes GHBH concentrations to rise dramatically, which combined w/higher CO2 concentrations upon death may explain the visions seen during near-death experiences. The high amounts of GHBH found in the body at death may also explain why the medical profession sees X as a deadly drug.
There is just so much I don't believe in anymore. All I do believe is that this is pretty much all there is. There are no rewards in the afterlife, no heavenly garden of rest and relaxation, no virgins, no puffy clouds & little naked winged children, no loved ones waiting at the door, no Summer Isle, no Elysium Fields... Working and growing old are really all there is - the rest is just wacky brain chemistry.
Once inside the instance... that place has the most insane respawn rate. I thought the Scarlet Monastery was bad, but it ain't got nothin' on the Sunken Temple. I mean, the minute you ghost back into the instance, there's one to two trolls that are standing in the doorway you need. Then there's a pa-troll, usually two pa-trolls, coming down the staircase. I kept getting lost because Rob kept telling me to go 'all the way downstairs', which never put me on the same landing as the entrance, but instead placed me in the Hall of Serpents, which isn't full of serpents, instead, it's full of dragonkin. I finally figured out there were two staircases, a long one and a short one - Rob hadn't even realized it himself. After Sunken Temple & our earlier forays into Jintha'Alor & Zul'Farrak, I am so sick & tired of elite fucking trolls it isn't even funny. I mean, just when I'd think I had the mobs & aggro under con-troll, another pa-troll would come along and screw things up. As far as I'm concerned for any other characters who reach 40 & get a mount, that guy in the Shimmering Flats can take his carrot on a stick & do something unspeakable with it.
Another highlight of the past coupla nights - after about 6 months of intermittent grinding & questing, I (Zane) am friendly with the Timbermaw. I'm also halfway to 62 & Jinx (my hyaena) has made it to 59. She is the bombest tank.
I want my damned orphan quest already!!!
In the Real World...
Saw an article for a birth control pill called Lybrel - it's still under development. It is designed to completely stop the period. Since I no longer work in a 'smoking environment', and I've been trying to lose a little weight, I'm hoping my gyno will be more open-minded about me taking something similar, like maybe Seasonique or Yaz. Lybrel excites me! My insurance won't cover extra pills for me to just skip the inactive pills - chauvinistic bastards. I had managed to stockpile some pills last year & it's been nice over these past 2 months to not have to fuss w/being on the rag while trying to recover from the surgery. Eventually I will find a doc who will grant me my hysterectomy, hopefully before I hit menopause.
My physical therapy is done, done, done. My scrip runs out Monday, I see my doctor on the 24th. Everyone today was like, "Oh, yeah, your doc will give you another scrip & we'll see you again next week." Hah, that's what they think. For one, I don't really like this p.t. office compared to Jackson's. Secondly, well, we're broke. Thirdly, I'm tired of exercising. My back is killing me. I have noticed improvement in my thigh & knee. I can pick my leg up & straighten it out w/out using my hands, I only limp when I'm trying to get somewhere fast and the tenderness is fading day-by-day. For my level of inactivity, I'm cool with what I've got.
I'm starting to worry now that I've lost my faith to the point where I'm becoming an atheist. Especially the more I read Aldous Huxley & Lewis Mehl-Madrona. I'm working on Coyote Healing: Miracles in Native Medicine and I've come to the determination that I don't believe in miracles. I believe the human mind is insanely powerful, but I don't feel that there's any sort of divine intervention going on there. Maybe it's the combination of the two authors infecting my brain - Aldous Huxley explains that the reason chanting, singing and cyclic breathing exercises transports a person to the spiritual realm is because it raises the concentration of carbon dioxide in the blood stream. Apparently, CO2 is a wonderful hallucinogen & psychedelic in the right concentrations. Combine a high CO2 concentration w/stroboscopic lighting & you can replicate a mescalin trip. You also get to see flashes of light and fantastic landscapes when you set about choking yourself - if you can survive & not end up like Michael Hutchens.
The chemicals commonly called Ecstasy are found in the body - GHBH & GABA. Weirdly enough, death causes GHBH concentrations to rise dramatically, which combined w/higher CO2 concentrations upon death may explain the visions seen during near-death experiences. The high amounts of GHBH found in the body at death may also explain why the medical profession sees X as a deadly drug.
There is just so much I don't believe in anymore. All I do believe is that this is pretty much all there is. There are no rewards in the afterlife, no heavenly garden of rest and relaxation, no virgins, no puffy clouds & little naked winged children, no loved ones waiting at the door, no Summer Isle, no Elysium Fields... Working and growing old are really all there is - the rest is just wacky brain chemistry.
