Poetry Monday :: Marbles.

As I'm still in play mode, World of Warcraft Classic launced today, I have not pomed anything for today. And Marbles ... well give it a try.

I never played marbles at school,
We played tag games as a rule,
And everyone knows
That running on small rounded stones
make you fall on your nose
and possibly break all your bones.

Join the fun at On the Alberta/Montana Border where Diane supported by Delores of Mumblings and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey have been doing this fun for years. 
To the distress of this old Owl, Delores of Mumblings is now leaving Blogland because of a mean, stupid troll. 

Poetry Monday :: Camping

From Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey via Diane of On the Alberta/Montana Border we are given this week's topic in a rhyme. And the topic is Camping.

Camping - I know we all expect something about tents, camp stoves, sleeping bags et cetera. No, not going to happen. As you migth have understood from my recent posts, I presently reside in a world, where "camping" has a whole 'nother meaning.


I just walked here, peaceful as you please.
You came sneaking from behind, killing me with ease.
And now ... you're camping my corpse!

I just sat here waiting for a rare to spawn.
And now you sit here too, waiting on my lawn
Bugger all - you're gonna camp my horse!

Corpse Camping

A Grumpy WoW Player

I needed a break, and as love doing almost all kinds of Quests and stuff in World of Warcraft, I logged in on my poor suffering main, Bredil. But it was a short lived pleasure, as I just hate being thwarted in my attempts to have fun.
I'll show you just what I mean.

1st photo:
Here I am, once again back in the test version of WoW Classic.
I had reached level 15 (max. for this test). I had crafted, fought for, bought or quested for the best armor and weaponry you could have.
I had not done much cooking, the Savory Deviate Delight was given to me by a nice player. Thank you!
Now I wanted to see, how tough I really was.
The colour of the Quest's name in the log, tell me how hard they are to complete. This one is red. That means either group up or prepare to die - a lot.
I called my pet, Scorpy, and together we were just able to handle two of those bad ass Bristlebacks at the same time. My chance of gathering 60 Quillboar Tusks before the servers closed for good were non-existent. But in 12 days plus some more for leveling this far again, I'll do it!

2nd photo:
Back in Battle for Azeroth, my main has been fooling around. He was beset by this expansion's Quillboars, Briarbacks, and got himself a bunch of Quills. The info-text tells him that Hobbs might be interested. He went in search of Hobbs.
But as he finally found the Quillboar enthusiast, he was in for a nasty surprise. Hobbs wanted nothing to do with him or his quills.

Arrows point from the Quills' flavour text, to Hobbs, to the empty slots (nothing to sell).

A search at the helping hand site - Wowhead - told me why.

The last, topmost arrow points to the explanation for his misery. He's not yet level 120!

The key words here are: getting honored with Storm's Wake - which of course you cannot do until you reach level 120 and can do world Quests.
I exited the game.

Now only 295 hours left.

The Words for Words for Wednesday - no Story

In August the words for Wednesday are given to us by River at Drifting through Life. 
It's not that the words are not inspiring. I just seem to suffer from some sort of writers' block. The words and photos to go with them are good, and I don't think that anybody should be deterred from seeing them because of my shortcomings, so here goes: 

This weeks words are a couple of lines from books she has read:

1. "then I was going to bed, where I planned to stay until Christmas"
     and
2. "I'm always careful," I said calmly, stepping straight into a puddle.
      and this photo from her sister-in-law when she was in Europe several years ago










A week ago she gave us these enticing words:

1. derision
2. mendacious
3. plethora
4. manuscripts
5. unfamiliar
6. gently
     and/or:

1. vaguely
2. expression
3. ornamental
4. peppermint
5. spinning
6. narrowed

     and yet another photo.


I have to get writing again!

Ventetid -- Waiting

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