Hey, look over there, it’s a Panzercow
Yes, I’ve been a bad cow, running off and disappearing like this for over a month. But I meant well, see. I’ve had a So You Want to Be a Prot Warrior post on tanking attitude working for, eh, two weeks now. And working. And working.
Writer’s block and burnout, Dear Reader, are a bitch. By their powers combined, they make Captain Badblog.
Anyway. With the realization that I need to get something out here to prove that I still exist or people will just write me off as yet another MIA in the Blog Wars, here’s some quick updates from Panzercowville, in lieu of a post that’s actually, y’know, useful.
Raiding is going quite well. No, The Anvil hasn’t made the Lich King our Bitch King just yet, but we have knocked down everything else in Icecrown Citadel on 25-man normal, and with Hellscream’s Buff of Pity moving to Rank 5 (25%) this week, we should be that much closer to becoming Kingslayers. That’s a fight that sheer DPS, while always useful, isn’t the key on, though. Execution, val’kyr control, spreading out for Defiles, handling diseases…all of those are things we’re working on. We’ll get him. It might be a few weeks yet, but we’ll get him. The 10-man I tank on Saturday afternoons is actually in the exact same place, working on Arthas after having the rest of the instance on farm.
My Alliance-side guild, the Wildfire Riders, is doing some excellent collaborative fiction work around the death of the Lich King. The crew at WTT:RP has some more information on it. Now since Beltar has only been in ICC one time, and only up to Deathbringer Saurfang then, I’m still not sure if I’m going to participate or not. They may have some stuff to do outside, but it just doesn’t seem right to me to claim “yeah, I helped punk Arthas” when in reality, he doesn’t have Kingslayer and will almost certainly never get it due to lack of a regular raid and time constraints.
In general I find myself at an odd place with WoW right now. For the first time in a year, I don’t feel like I’m at a place where I have to get online on non-raid nights and grind things. Yes, I could always use more Emblems of Frost to trick out Linedan’s DPS gear–his average ilevel in tank gear is 260ish compared to barely 250 in DPS gear–but I pick up so many badges during a raid weekend, with Linedan all but clearing Icecrown twice, a few more from daily randoms seems like a drop in the bucket.
I could pimp my alts out further but…why? I don’t have the time or energy to devote more than nine hours/three days a week to raiding on a regular basis. All of them should already be geared enough to survive and level when Cataclysm comes out. I’ll get Latisha to 80 but what then, do I go through the expense of getting her crafted gear to tank heroics and then have to deal with doucheburgers going “wtf” and bailing when they see a tank with 23k health, as happens now?
I should be roleplaying more. I know I should. But roleplaying done right–at least for a severe introvert and naturally shy person like me–takes a lot of mental energy and focus. I don’t have that focus as often as I should these days. A full-time job (that’s ramping up into a hellacious July and August round of work) and a rambunctious four-year-old suck most of it away. I don’t know if there’s a physical aspect to it or not…I am type 2 diabetic, and I don’t take enough care with what I eat, and I wonder if this is what fuzzes me out sometimes. This doesn’t mean I don’t like to RP…on those occasions where I can actually get my brain to cooperate and let me get into it, I have awesome times with my friends on both factions. That lack of ability to concentrate, by the way, is the primary reason there’s been no posts on Achtung Panzercow for thirty-four days or so. I just haven’t been able to get my head unstuck from the mental mud bog to write good stuff, and if I can’t write good stuff, I’d rather not write at all.
So this has left me a bit tired of WoW. I hesitate to say “burned out,” because I don’t think it’s quite that bad…yet. What it’s done is left me looking at a few other things as my playtime has slid back. I still noodle around in EVE Online, though not as often as I probably should. (I have a carebear miner guy named Ellison French as my only EVE character.) I reactivated my Star Trek Online subscription, and at this point, the odds of that lasting another month are about 50/50. It’s still a bit grindy for my tastes, and honestly, as a guy who does software QA for a living, the ridiculous number of simple glitches and misspellings that litter the game just bother me.
And just to make matters worse…I noodled around Steam last Saturday and much to the detriment of my checking account, I saw where they were having a massive sale on EA games…specifically that day, Mass Effect. I’d played my wife’s copy of Mass Effect through once, and always wanted a copy of my own. Well, I couldn’t turn down Mass Effect for $4.99 and Mass Effect 2 for $23.99. And on top of that, on Father’s Day, my lovely wife gave me a copy of Bioshock 2. And on top of that, I still haven’t finished Dragon Age: Origins yet–I’ve had Linedan Cousland sitting halfway down the Deep Roads for months now. So I’m single-player-gamed to a fare-thee-well for the foreseeable future.
So, about the blog? It’s not going anywhere. Updates may be slow, or they may not necessarily be about WoW. I may branch out and talk about other games and other things, and if I do, I hope nobody minds. If you do, I’m sorry, but Achtung Panzercow’s my personal space to rant and babble, and I never said that it was going to be only about World of Warcraft. I’ve got some more So You Want to Be a Prot Warrior ideas forming, all I need to do is see if I can winch myself out of the doldrums and actually commit them to electrons.
I love blogging. I love all of you that read it. No, seriously, I know that sounds like a silly thing to say, but never, in my wildest dreams in December 2008 when I started this thing, could I have imagined that I’d be sitting here, a year and a half later, with almost 175,000 total pageviews, or that I’d get linked by wow.com several times, or that I’d have emails from people profusely thanking me for writing warrior guides that helped them become good tanks. There’s no way I’m giving that up. I’m too selfish, what can I say. I guess it means that I’m doing something right, for certain values of “right.” Or if I’m doing them wrong, at least I’m being entertaining all the while.
Peace out, gang. I’ll be back. Life’s not getting rid of me that easy. After all, I have played a warrior for almost five and a half years now, and that means if nothing else, I’m one stubborn bastard.