Monthly Archives: May 2009

Sims 3, WoW

Talking about it is not the same as playing it.

blog_Tang.jpgOh god, you guys. My hunter is level 79 and 3.5 bubbles. That means I am 16.5 bubbles away from 80, the level cap. Also, she is no longer Tangwen, but Tangwen the Explorer. Since I have explored every inch of the world of World of Warcraft, I have a title. I would not quit until I got my ability to fly in Northrend (lvl 77) and finished exploring the world to get my title. And a special tabard.

And, oh yeah, I can MAKE FLYING CARPETS, bitches! This is not a super fast one, I have to save up 5,000 gold to get the ability to fly super fast. 
So, maybe you are asking yourselves, what are you going to do, Jodi, when you reach 80, and have saved up 5,000 gold and can fly super fast? Doesn’t matter, because the Sims 3 comes out in a week and I’ll have a whole new obsession. I cannot wait I cannot wait I cannot wait! 
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depression

On with the show

I write blog posts in my head CONSTANTLY. You wouldn’t know that by reading my blog lately. There is a big difference between lying in bed and composing entries and actually typing them out, however. 

So many things I “write” nowadays need to be prefaced by a certain fact. I’ve tried several times to sit down and actually compose a for reals post about it, but never actually completed anything I liked. As time went on, the need to share all the little details became less important. And now, at this point, I just want to post something about it, so I can move on and talk about all the other things in my life that are affected by it.
So, here it is. Last year my depression came back. That’s why I disappeared over the winter. And spring.  I tried to deal with it without medication. I failed. I finally decided to go back on meds, a new one, in February. I fell better now. 
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Canada, Immigration, William

Liar Liar Pants

Last week, we kept getting phone calls from “Private Caller”, with no number displayed. They were very persistent. Both Wil and I are … hesitant to answer the phone when we don’t know who it is. I have had too many years of scary bad credit. And both of us too much time spent doing phone technical support to ever trust that any phone call is not going to come with a time consuming request. Plus, we were busy. Playing World of Warcraft. 

After the 10th call that day, I answered the phone. Recently, I had been victim to Roger’s willingness to give out my home number to one of the “authorized” retail partners. They called and called and called. We ignored them. (I would pick up the phone and say “Hello-two-three” and hang up. A trick I learned dealing with afore mentioned horrible credit. If you don’t answer in 3 seconds, chances are I don’t want to talk to you. ) Finally requested to be removed from these lists. So when a woman I didn’t know asked for me, some kind of paranoid instinct kicked in and I said I wasn’t home. I don’t know why. I tried to take a message, and that’s when she said she was calling from the CIC. Canadian Immigration. 
I freaked out. What was I supposed to do now? Backtrack and admit I lied and that I was home. Explain to her about the near harassment level of sales pitches we’ve been getting because of our wireless contracts? Hope she thought it was funny. I couldn’t admit to Immigration that I had lied to them, even in such a benign manner, and it was totally innocent and benign, albeit extremely paranoid! So I carried on. She said she would call Jodi’s representative, I said I would tell Jodi they called and hung up. Then I ran in to the room and woke Wil up from his nap to tell him that I LIED TO IMMIGRATION and that was going to hell and no way were they gonna let a liar in to the country. Because lies are the first step to terrorism, right? 
Turns out my lawyer had made a few mistakes on the form and they just needed some corrections. But it means they are, at last, processing my application. 
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blogging, Sims 3, William, WoW

Ugh… Butters, go buy World of Warcraft, install it on your computer, and join the online sensation before we all murder you!

I have been playing too much World of Warcraft. Way way way too much. Like, all day sometimes. I’m not the only one in this house. 

So we have a new rule. For three hours, after we are up AND dressed (it’s not always necessary to get dressed when one is playing WoW all day.) we have to do all the things we need to do, that WoW is keeping is us from doing. Now, for the most part, I have been doing pretty well on keeping the house neat. Until the last couple of days, dishes were done at least once a day. Bed has been made every day, except the day before yesterday. Floors and couch vacuumed of kitten hair, bathroom clean and littler box scooped. But it’s starting to slip.
Today is the first day of the new rule, which is in effect Monday thru Friday. The goals are different for each of us. I do not, yet, need to look for a job. However, I have lost touch with almost all my friends. That makes me lonely. So while chatting and emailing and such are on my list of things to work on, they really are not on Wil’s. He doesn’t have this problem. 
These are the things I plan to work on, in my 3 hours:
  • Housework
  • Blogging
  • Blog redesign
  • Reading and commenting on other bolgs
  • Facebook, chatting and email to stay in touch with friends and family
  • Writing in general
  • Meal planning

Anything that is not WoW. Watching tv and playing with iPhone are not allowed either. I’ve been chatting with Fee for a while. My fingers are tired. 

Of course, when the Sims 3 comes out in 3 weeks, the Rule might have to go to hell. 
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